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What appeared in front of Lin Ruoxi and Yang Chen was a bright room covering more than 50 square meters.
At the other end of the room is a balcony overlooking the courtyard outside. On the balcony are black carved metal tables and chairs. Several pots of green plants are trembling in the early spring.
The white tulle was swaying there by the wind, and the melting light spread into the dust-free wooden floor.
Lin Ruoxi walked into the room and reached out to touch the older TV cabinet. To her left, there is a large bed more than two meters wide.
Wang Ma had already put on her bedding, and the three white wooden closets in the room were also full of Lin Ruoxi's expensive clothes.
In the right corner of the room is a small passage leading to a clothing room and a toilet. Naturally, there is still a lot of Lin Ruoxi’s luggage that was brought here, but Mother Wang didn't dare to touch it, so she left it there for the time being.
Above the big bed, there is a western landscape painting hanging on the wall, and the yellow flowers all over the mountains seem to be swept by the fragrant wind. In fact, this room did exude a faint fragrance.
Yang Chen could tell that this scent was not from Lin Ruoxi's original room, but from the original owner here.
Of course, this description is a little strange, but many things of Lin Ruoxi's mother Xue Zijing are still stored in this room, such as some handicrafts, such as some books and stationery that he liked during his lifetime.
The dressing table was also something from that era, the mirror was wiped, and it was as bright as new.
In the photo frame on the bedside table is an old photo.
Lin Ruoxi walked over, picked up the photo frame, and slowly sat on the soft big bed, rubbing the three people in the photo in a daze.
Yang Chen stepped forward and recognized the two women inside. They were the late old president and Xue Zijing. Xue Zijing held a baby girl in her arms, wrapped in a white velvet blanket. It should be Lin Ruoxi's appearance when he was young.
At that time, Xue Zijing looked just like Lin Ruoxi today, except that she was a little more gentle than Lin Ruoxi, with a faint smile on her face.
Lin Ruoxi murmured a few words lowly, and couldn't understand what it was, then put down the photo frame and opened the drawer of the bedside table with her hand.
Wang's mother didn't move the contents of the drawer much. After all, she only moved in yesterday, and she didn't have time to tidy up everything, so when she opened the drawer, a little dust was raised.
Lin Ruoxi stretched out her hand and waved away the dust, so that the contents of the drawer could be really seen, but it was a thick photo album and some dried rose petals.
Yang Chen sighed to the side that his mother-in-law, who had never met, was really sentimental. What rose petals were there in this drawer? Could this be a makeup drawer
Lin Ruoxi's attention was drawn to the photo album. Seeing the old photo on the bedside table, she had already evoked too many memories. At this moment, she couldn't wait to take out the photo album.
Suddenly realizing that there was Yang Chen beside him, Lin Ruoxi frowned and thought about whether she had any embarrassing photos when she was a child, and there seemed to be none in her memory, so she opened the album with confidence.
Yang Chen was also very interested in looking at the things in the old photo album, so he sat down beside Lin Ruoxi.
Lin Ruoxi felt the whole bed flick, and her eyebrows frowned.
"It won't happen, we are not fat guys. If we move a little bit, this bed won't break," Yang Chen said.
"It's so rude," Lin Ruoxi said, "separate a little, it's too tight, I'm very uncomfortable with you."
"I didn't feel separated, so I'm more comfortable." Yang Chengang smiled and finished. Suddenly he felt that this conversation was so ignorant, so he couldn't help but laugh.
Lin Ruoxi was about to look at the photo. Why did this guy suddenly laughed out of nerves, and asked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"
Yang Chen approached Lin Ruoxi's ear with a bit of playfulness, exhaling warmth and said: "If we were heard by outsiders in our conversation just now, what scene would they think of?"
Lin Ruoxi thought about it for a while, thinking of Yang Chen's unlearned thinking, and immediately understood, she was pink and gave Yang Chen angrily, ignored him, and opened the album in her hand.
The first page of the album surprised the two of them. It was not an imagined family photo, but a private photo of Xue Zijing.
Xue Zijing inside, wearing a blue and white sailor uniform from that era, stood at the entrance of a middle school with a sweet smile on her face. The photo has turned yellow, but it can still be clearly distinguished that the school is a certain middle school in Yanjing.
"Your mother is from Yanjing?" Yang Chen asked.
Lin Ruoxi thought for a while, and shook her head, "I don't know, my mother's family has immigrated overseas. When I was a child, there was basically no news, and my grandma didn't mention it to my mother, maybe."
Turning over again, most of them are also photos of Xue Zijing's growth process. Although they are different from what the two originally thought, Lin Ruoxi is obviously interested in learning about her mother's life.
This has to be said to be a kind of sorrow. After the mother's death, the daughter will have the opportunity to see the memories of these times.
After turning over a dozen pages, Xue Zijing's photos suddenly added a few more group photos.
The other girl in the group photo, both of them looked familiar, and carefully distinguished, this is Guo Xuehua!
Lin Ruoxi and Yang Chen looked at each other. The two had heard Guo Xuehua talk about the friendship between her and Xue Zijing. It was a good sisterhood relationship, which was once again confirmed.
Two Chunlan Qiuju, young girls with different colors, left a lot of marks on the high school photos. Then, when they were in college, the two still appeared together, and at that time, they, Has truly become a big girl.
"Your mother is really like you," Yang Chen couldn't help but exclaimed.
Lin Ruoxi squinted at him dissatisfiedly, "Is it like you? I am very similar to my mother."
When Lin Ruoxi said this, she was obviously a little proud. In the bottom of her heart, she was still proud of having a beautiful mother. Perhaps it was this kind of pride that made her especially awe of her mother. Before Xue Zijing was alive, I don't dare to get close to my mother.
Yang Chen smirked, and it felt weird to say this.
When I flipped it down again, there was finally another change in the photo, and this change made Lin Ruoxi and Yang Chen sluggish almost instantly.
I saw that in a picture by the lake, Xue Zijing and Guo Xuehua stood pretty next to a tall and handsome man. The man looked a lot older than the two girls and was very mature.
This is nothing, the point is, this man, Yang Chen and Lin Ruoxi both know-Ning Guangyao! Prime Minister Ning!
Although the young Ning Guangyao was more vigorous and vigorous than he is now, he can still be recognized clearly, and his general appearance has not changed much.
Too many thoughts turned in Yang Chen's mind in an instant...
When we first met, Ning Guangyao kept staring at Lin Ruoxi, but it was obviously not a man's gaze towards a woman...
Later, Ning Guangyao was encountered in the headquarters. He so firmly demanded that Yang Pojun treat Guo Xuehua well and not allow Guo Xuehua to be confined...
After that, I went to the graveyard of her mother and grandmother with Lin Ruoxi, and I saw the black Audi car at the bottom of the mountain, the bunch of bauhinia that Lin Ruoxi said, the bauhinia that was given all the year round...
At this moment, a thought that had originally been guessed made Yang Chen feel his scalp numb, and when he looked at Lin Ruoxi, who was a little surprised and confused, Yang Chen frowned and his face was solemn.
Lin Ruoxi didn't notice that Yang Chen's emotions around her were so surging. She was just surprised at this moment. How could her mother and Ning Guangyao know each other
"My wife, don't look, let's go down to lunch," Yang Chen stretched out his hand, held down which page of the album, and smiled at Lin Ruoxi.
Lin Ruoxi came back to her senses, frowning and said, "I know what to eat or what to worry about, and Mother Wang will call us."
"I want to eat the dishes you cook," Yang Chen said with a serious and authentic manner.
Lin Ruoxi gave him a white look, "Stop making trouble, Mother Wang and Mom are in the kitchen, and Zhenxiu is also helping. I can't get in at all. Take your hand away, I haven't finished reading yet."
Yang Chen said in his heart, if you look at it again, something really happened!
But I can't tear up the album or make Lin Ruoxi dizzy. With Lin Ruoxi's wisdom, he will definitely find out that he is unusual, and he will also explore some hidden things.
In desperation, Yang Chen let go of his hand, only hoping that there was nothing supernatural to appear behind.
But bad things always happen when they least want to happen...
Lin Ruoxi only turned one page, and there was a photo that made Yang Chen depressed thinking about that fist smashed the bed...
It was a very big picture, but Guo Xuehua didn't appear on it, only Xue Zijing and Ning Guangyao!
What is even more difficult to ignore is that Xue Zijing is leaning against Ning Guangyao's arms, and Ning Guangyao is also full of love in his eyes.
This photo should be taken in a photo studio. In those days, except for lovers, whoever had nothing to go to the photo studio to take a wedding dress would take such a photo!
On the white side of the photo, someone used a pen to write a few lines of beautiful ink writing. Today, it is clearly visible...
"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
Day after day, thinking about you but not seeing you, we drink the water of the Yangtze River.
When will this water end? When will this hate be over.
I only hope that your heart is like mine, and you will live up to your thoughts"...
When Lin Ruoxi finished reciting these few words in her soft voice, her original pink face was already pale, her thin lips trembled, and the knuckles of the two hands holding the album were slightly bent and stiff.
The silence in the room can be heard by the needle.
Yang Chen could hear Lin Ruoxi's trembling heartbeat, so hesitated, shocked, and upset.
"Um... Baby Ruoxi, what do these poems mean?" Yang Chen tried to draw Lin Ruoxi's attention away and let her relax.
Lin Ruoxi stayed silent for a long time, did not answer, just turned to the next page of album again...
This time, there are a few smaller photos, but without exception, they are all photos of Xue Zijing and Ning Guangyao laughing together, and there are even many photos. It can be found that they were taken by themselves. You can feel it at a glance.
Until the end, there is finally a photo that is different, or... it is incomplete...
It was a photo that was torn in half, and only Xue Zijing was left in the photo, wearing a floral white dress that matched her temperament, smiling like a flower.
There was another person beside her, but he was torn off.
The photo was stuffed directly in the album without being clipped in, so when Lin Ruoxi picked up the photo, she saw two ancient nouns scribbled on the back:
"Even though there are thousands of styles and customs, let's talk to anyone." t