Tang Xiaojian followed Jia Meng's gesture and saw a small dark red wooden box on the old desk!
This small wooden box is quietly placed in the center of the old desk in the room, and the sunlight outside the window shines on it, making it look dazzling like a treasure box.
There are carved patterns on the surface of the small wooden box, which looks delicate and abstract.
In the chaos of the engraving strokes, it looks intricate and intricate. At first glance, it looks like a Feng Shui map, but when you look closely, you can’t see why.
Seeing Jia Meng crying sadly, Tang Xiaojian didn't want to fulfill Tang Xiaowan's request, and didn't want to take the initiative to introduce Jia Meng too much about the things her mother used during her lifetime.
But facing Jia Meng’s proactive question, Tang Xiaojian had to explain: "Baby, this is a wooden notebook made by Aunt Zhen during her lifetime."
"Notebook?" Jia Meng couldn't believe it. He broke free from Tang Xiaojian's arms and threw himself in front of the desk. He reached out to hold the small wooden box and asked with sobbing.
"Yeah." Tang Xiaojian controlled himself not to explain, but just nodded to confirm.
The small wooden box is very heavy, holding it in your hand like a real wooden box.
Jia Meng turned on the switch on the side of the small wooden box and spread it out. Inside was a stack of thick paper, which was bound with silk threads.
It turns out that this is really a veneer notebook, and the intricate and exquisite carvings are just its cover!
The notebook paper has turned yellow, and there are still some residual ink marks on the paper, but the magic is that you can't see a word!
"Why isn't there a word in the notebook?" Jia Meng's fingers stroked the yellowed paper, flipping through the pages.
She wished she could see her mother's notes during her lifetime, no matter what she wrote, at least she could understand what she had recorded, and have traces to follow the stories that happened to her.
Tang Xiaojian gently took away the notebook Jia Meng was holding in his hand. "My dear, maybe Aunt Tang just wants to make a notebook and didn't intend to use it to record anything."
Jia Meng raised his eyes and looked at the portrait on the wall again. Her mother, with such a face full of stories, especially those big smart eyes, seemed to be telling something.
"No, I don't believe it." Jia Meng said, biting her lower lip, "Xiaojian, can you do me a favor?"
Tang Xiaojian hugged Jia Meng into his arms, wrapped her cold body with warm arms, and said, "We have been a whole since we were young. We do not distinguish between you and me, what you need, let alone help, as long as I can do it. , It will be obligatory!"
"I want to bring this veneer notebook back to Jia's house, but I can't let anyone else know, especially your mom and my dad!"
Tang Xiaojian hesitated. He didn't know why Jia Meng wanted to take this heavy and contentless notebook home, and he couldn't figure out why he still kept the secret from his mother and her dad.
Could it be that she believes what important secret is hidden in this blank notebook
But at this moment, she was still trembling and sobbing in his arms, completely indulging in sadness, how could she think so much
"Baby, can you tell me why you want to take it back?" Tang Xiaojian asked cautiously.
"I have never seen such a special notebook, not to mention that it was made by my mother. I want to bring it with me as a memorial item!"
"It's just as a memorial, it can be taken home honestly, without telling the elders." Tang Xiaojian couldn't figure it out even more.
"Xiaojian, I'm just afraid they will think too much. The relationship between my dad and your mom is already tense. In order to advance our wedding as soon as possible, we try to avoid unnecessary troubles, okay?"
Jia Meng's hand pressed against Tang Xiaojian's left atrium, feeling Tang Xiaojian's heartbeat gradually accelerating.
"Okay. I'll find a way." Tang Xiaojian couldn't resist Jia Meng's "attack", and no longer thought about it. He nodded and agreed, and his jaw fell on Jia Meng's soft shoulders.
However, although this is just a notebook, the weight is different. Holding it in your hand is like holding a brick, not something that you can carry with you.
If he obeyed Jia Meng's request, Tang Xiaojian would have to bypass Tang Xiaowan to take out the old house, and avoid Jia's family to bring him into Jia Meng's room, which is really difficult.
Step by step! Tang Xiaojian wants to take this wooden notebook back to the car first!
"Baby, you help me drive my mom away, I will treat it as a car now." Tang Xiaojian took off his thin jacket, wrapped his notebook, and hugged it in his arms, acting like an activist.
Jia Meng stopped crying, wiped away the tears, opened the door of the room, and saw Tang Xiaowan sitting on the old sofa in the living room, playing with her mobile phone.
"Mengmeng, have you remembered your mother's past?" Tang Xiaowan saw Jia Mengbi's bruised face, her first reaction was to jump up, gossip and walk in front of her and said.
Jia Meng was already cold all over because of she couldn't stop crying. Seeing Tang Xiaowan's reaction like this, she felt even more cold.
"Auntie Tang, do you want to know what I remembered?" Despite his cold heart, Jia Meng pretended to smile, grabbed Tang Xiaowan's hand, and walked to another room. New Bayi Chinese website debut
Tang Xiaowan didn't know why Jia Meng acted like this, nor did he see Jia Meng winking at Tang Xiaojian, and was dragged by Jia Meng to the bed.
"Aunt Tang, this is the house where you and Xiaojian used to be!" Jia Meng sat down Tang Xiaowan.
"Quickly talk about it, do you remember what your mother said?" Tang Xiaowan's manicure stroked the back of Jia Meng's hand and couldn't wait to know.
"Uh..." Jia Meng didn't think about what to say for a while, when he was about to make up on the spot, there was a hasty footsteps outside the room, followed by the sound of closing the door.
"Xiaojian, why are you going!" Tang Xiaowan got up and walked out of the room, and found that Zhen Sixue's room was no longer there, and the living room was also empty.
"Strange, why did Xiaojian suddenly ran out!" Tang Xiaowan seemed to be suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, and went to the kitchen and bathroom to look for it.
Jia Meng smiled and looked at Tang Xiaowan, and made up casually: "Aunt Tang, don't look for it, Xiaojian is out shopping for groceries!"
"What kind of food to buy!" Tang Xiaowan said in a puzzled expression, looking at the dirty and messy kitchen with a look of disgust, "I have already called the restaurant to order food, and it will be delivered later, we don't have to cook today!"ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
"Don't worry, Aunt Tang, as a big person like Xiaojian, maybe go out for a while, and I will come back later!" Jia Meng realized that there was something wrong with the composition, and quickly rounded up.
"Mengmeng, is there anything you are hiding from me?" Tang Xiaowan had the acuity unique to middle-aged women inexplicably.
Jia Meng pretended to hold Tang Xiaowan enthusiastically and hard, and said in a sweet voice: "Aunt Tang, I remember! My mother told me that you are the best and most trustworthy sister in her life!"