Priceless little cute wife

"Mr. Yu, what last words did my mother leave? Did you say my father? "

"Your mother didn't tell me about your father, but she told me that if you have any doubts about the script, you can go to a place to find clues!"

After that, Yu Simiao took out a letter and put it in front of the children's painting: "this is the letter your mother gave you. She also said that all the secrets are in this letter. For more than 20 years, I have stopped being a lawyer, but I still keep it and haven't seen it. Just wait for today, I can find you and give it back to you! "

"Thank you, Mr. Yu!"

"Hey... I said where the blame lies. My grandson is also in this line. The rest of our family have been honest for generations!"

"Yes... If Miss Tong has any doubts in the future, you can come to me!" With that, Yu Simiao's grandson took out his business card and put it in the hands of children's painting.

"Thank you!"

"By the way, your mother said that everything will be given to you after death... Including your old house and another house! The address is... "

Yu Simiao looked at the materials, then took out a book that looked yellow and put it in front of the children's painting.

When the children's painting was taken over and looked, his hand trembled slightly.

This is a real estate certificate of that era. It has turned yellow. It has been for many years, but it is still well preserved without any dirt. It can be seen that Yu Simiao also takes it very seriously.

But the address written on it... Children's eyes have been attracted by the number 325, 325

This is the number I've been thinking about for a long time. I've been tangled in such a place. It turns out... It's an address!

That address has all the answers you want? What I and my aunt have never understood?

Maybe there will be information about your own father?

Thinking of this, children's painting feels that his heart has reached the throat!

"Hey... After so many years, my last task has been completed!"

"Grandpa... You can finally breathe a sigh of relief!"

"What did you say? Curse me to die early? " Yu Simiao glanced back and said to his grandson.

He immediately retracted his head: "that's not what I mean!"

"You're really a lawyer. You don't even have the courage. If I stare at you, you're afraid?"

Grandson flattened his mouth. Really, it's not good to be afraid of him or him. It's really hard to serve.

"Miss Tong... I've finished my work... So I'll go first! My grandson left you a business card. If you have any questions, call him directly and I'll contact you! " After that, Yu Simiao smiled faintly, then got up and left with his grandson.

Children's painting can't wait to open the envelope, but it still has a strong smell of medicine. It's a letter from my mother. This time it's a letter to myself.

The beginning is the word "painting", and suddenly the children's painting can't help crying. Painting son... How good would it be if it was called out by the mother herself?

Unfortunately, I never heard my mother call me to draw.

I may have called, but I'm too small and hazy. I've long forgotten!

Wiped his tears, the children's painting continued to look down, but at the bottom, the content of the letter made the children's painting's face more and more pale

unable! How did this happen? It must be a coincidence!

By all means!

In the heart of children's painting, there are five miscellaneous flavors

Her mother wrote her feelings very clearly in her letter, because in the past, children's paintings were too small to say.

What's more, Ruan Linshuang was originally a woman who didn't know how to tell others what was on her mind, so she never spoke to others, but now... She wrote the letter word by word.

She knew that when the children's painting grew up, she would naturally understand her complex emotions.

Now children's painting understands, but the blow and surprise she left to herself is too great!

Thinking of this, Tong Hua immediately picked up his clothes and hurried to the door.

"Miss Tong..."

"Go, hurry to this address!" Tong Hua gave the address to the bodyguard, then he quickly drove to this place, and then immediately contacted Donggong Yao.

After all, this is the first place where children's painting came, and it's still because of two strangers. These bodyguards don't know the reason, so they can only call Donggong Yao and tell him about this unusual move.

Children's painting came to this alley.

The ground is made of huge stones, and the wet air makes the road a little slippery.

A small house on the second and third floors is relatively old. It is older than the house on my aunt's side, but it is full of antique flavor.

Yes... If she is a mother, she must like such a place very much, but why... Does she still have a house here?

The children's painting looked at the number of the first house, and then walked slowly to the front.

320—321—322—323—32……

Tong Hua was slightly stunned, and then looked at the number here... 328? Isn't that right? 323 in front, 328 in back? There are four numbers missing in the middle. What's going on?

From beginning to end, she checked one side carefully, but she still got nothing. The House No. 4 seemed to have been taken away from the middle. How could this happen?

Does the mother finally leave a clue for herself, but in the end, it is still an unrealized dream?

Children's painting just felt a little trance, and then stood there at a loss.

no There must be some reason!

The children's painting turned and knocked on the door 323, but no one answered. 322... 321... 320... No one was there.

She knocked on 328... 329... The row was over, but no one came to open the door.

When she was almost desperate, suddenly a clear bicycle bell rang. Then she turned and looked at a leaf green bicycle at the entrance of the alley, riding in this direction.

Above is a young man in leaf green clothes and a leaf green hat!

"Sir... Excuse me... I'd like to ask... Are you from the post office?"

"Yeah? What's up? I can't order books and newspapers. You have to go to the post office and order it yourself! "

"I know! I just want to ask... Is there 325 here? "

“325？ No... here is 323, followed by 328... "The young man said with a smile. He seemed to see the belly of the children's painting, and then his tone was much softer.

"Madam... Your face doesn't look very good. Are you... Looking for someone?"

"It is..." children's paintings feel that the original bubble is near the ground, and it will break down and the mood will slowly sink.

"There are not many people living here! More than ten years ago, it was said that it would be demolished. Everyone looked happy. As a result, after waiting so long, there was still nothing. So these people left slowly. "

"These are old houses with poor heat preservation and moisture resistance, so the elderly can't live here and their joints can't stand it!"

"My father told me all this! I don't know. There are only two people living here now! But they all have to work, so there must be no one at this point! "

"Oh... Thank you!" Child painting faint smile, the bubble has broken up, no 325... Maybe... Just the number in my mother's heart!

He turned and wanted to leave, but he was stopped by the young newspaper delivery man behind him.

"Madam... You wait! After all, I'm not familiar with the road before I go to work. If you're in a hurry, I'll call my father and ask him? He's been giving it away for decades! "

"OK..." the children's painting looked back, and then nodded, hoping for a postman. At least there is a possibility, isn't it?

The man who delivered the newspaper immediately called: "Dad... I'm at the entrance of XX alley. Was there No. 325 here before?"

"Oh! oh I see, OK! "

After hanging up the phone, the newspaper delivery man looked back at the children's painting: "Madam... I've already asked! There's 325! I don't even know this! " The newspaper delivery man felt a little embarrassed and touched the back of his head.

"Yes? Where is it? " Immediately, the children's painting opened its eyes again.

"Dad said, in fact, room 323 here is like group rental now! It says 323 at the door, but there are 323325326327 inside... "

Tong Hua immediately turned his head and looked at room 323.

Although the door is locked, it has long been loose. I'm afraid the residents here have not come for many years.

"Well... 323... I've never delivered a newspaper. There should be no one living in it! I think there should be nothing left! " The newspaper man looked at the lock at the door and said.

"But... It doesn't seem very good to go in like this..."

I was hesitating. Suddenly I saw the children's painting come forward, and then a brick hit the lock.

The rotten lock and the wooden block with the lock immediately fell to the ground.

The newspaper delivery man looked at the children's painting with an unbelievable face. How can he look at this woman like such a "violent" person? I'm afraid there must be something urgent. Go to 325's house?

Children's paintings go in slowly

The road pattern inside and outside is also similar. In the middle is a square stone yard. It seems that there should have been some plants next to it, but it has dried up at the moment.

Although it is an old house, it doesn't look dusty because of humidity, but there is a rotten smell in the air, which is the smell of rotten wood.

It looks like a quadrangle house in Beijing, but it looks like a modern conjoined villa.

The sound insulation effect is not so good, and some houses do not seem to be very solid, so the price of renting a house is not high.

So the mother who didn't have much income at that time chose this house?

On the left is 323 house, 324... On the right is 327326... And facing the children's painting is 325 house.

The faded vermilion door was directly aimed at the children's painting. It seemed that there was a faint hand gently greeting behind the door.

The window on the second floor is still closed. It seems that someone in it doesn't want to stick out his head.

Children's painting swallowed his saliva. Everything around him seemed to have no sound, only the heartbeat sound of his own touch.

After thinking so much about 325... After reading for so long, my father finally... I have a chance to know who he is and how many memories belong to my mother in this room!

Thinking of this, the children's painting slowly stepped on the square yard in the middle, and then walked slowly to the door of 325.

Then she reached out and tried to open the 325 door, but the door didn't move!

Although the old house decades ago has been rotten, the solid things are still enduring!