My Youth Was Eaten by The Boss

Chapter 132: The Secret of Zhen Sixue (Part 1)

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"Baby, let me go!" Tang Xiaojian was still not in shape. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell him, "You wait until you go back to your room to sleep, don't bother Aunt Liu!"

Jia Menglei's eyes were whirling as he watched Tang Xiaojian leave from the back, and finally relaxed in his heart.

Tang Xiaojian turned his head suddenly and gave Jia Meng a grimace.

This expression was made temporarily by Jia Meng when she showed Tang Xiaowan in an old house pretending to be silly and acting stupid. I didn't expect Tang Xiaojian to learn so fast!

Jia Meng understood now!

It turns out that Tang Xiaojian was just pretending to be crazy and stupid just now! ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

What a genius! Jia Meng moved his mouth to speak and responded to Tang Xiaojian's grimace, but fortunately he didn't make a sound.

"Miss Mengmeng, what are you talking about?" Aunt Liu noticed Jia Meng's subtle movements.

"Aunt Liu," Jia Meng broke into a smile, as if nothing had happened, "I'm going back to bed! Go to bed too!"

After speaking, Jia Meng ran upstairs quickly, closed the door, and locked it.

"Miss Mengmeng, I haven't laid the carpet for you in your room..." Aunt Liu chased up and knocked on the door.

"I'll do it myself!" Jia Meng replied loudly through the door, but his knees were so soft that he fell to the ground.

She walked on her knees, approaching the carpet rolled up by Tang Xiaojian step by step, and then gently spread it out.

The veneer fragments on the carpet are like red scales, which always seem to shimmer under the luminous light.

Jia Meng picked up the fragments one by one and put them on the off-white desk.

She closed her eyes and desperately recalled what the exquisite and abstract patterns carved on the surface of the veneer looked like.

But after thinking about it, I just remember that it was a messy map similar to Feng Shui.

"Isn't this just a puzzle?" Jia Meng looked at the clearly visible carving patterns on the fragments, the fragments with regular shapes, and suddenly muttered to himself.

She decided not to entangle what the original pattern looked like, but to try to restore the cover of the notebook based solely on the carved lines and the shape of the fragments, using it as a puzzle to put it together!

For some reason, Jia Meng seemed to be naturally good at jigsaw puzzles. In just a few minutes, she was able to put it together completely!

Her instinct told her that her mother had placed this notebook, which looked like a wooden box, in such a prominent place in the room, that she must have wanted to attract the attention of the caring people.

Regardless of whether it is a wooden cover or the pattern on the cover, this notebook is so distinctive that it must have hidden secrets.

However, no matter how hard Jia Meng tried to think about it, Jia Meng still couldn't see the reason for this cover pattern that seemed to hide mystery.

"Is it because I think too much?" Jia Meng muttered.

She carefully pasted the assembled veneer cover with transparent glue, thinking that, regardless of whether there were secrets in it, she must preserve her mother's special relics as well as possible.

The cover was barely restored under the effect of transparent glue. Jia Meng lifted the quilt, neatly folded the front page of the notebook hidden in the **, and then inserted it into the veneer cover.

The veneer notebook is finally restored!

After tossing for a long time, Jia Meng was so nervous that his palms were sweating. Looking at the finished notebook, there was a sense of satisfaction of reconciliation.

She was so tired that she was lying on her face, and found that something was hit by a hard object. When she reached out and touched it, she realized that she had forgotten the crayon that fell when the veneer notebook cover was broken!

It turned out to be missed!

Jia dreamed that the crayon would be put back to its original position no matter what, and naturally thought that it must have fallen from the gap in the notebook thread binding.

However, no matter how she plugged it, she couldn't plug it in.

The volume of the crayon, no matter how you look at it, is obviously much larger than the crack in the binding place!

strange? This crayon doesn't seem to be part of the veneer notebook originally, but why did it fall out of it

Is this arranged specially by mother

Jia Meng looked at the paper in the notebook. Each one was very old and had ink marks, but there was no word!

She ghostly used the crayons in her hand to paint on the blank space of the notebook like a coloring pen!

A miracle happened! The empty notebook paper, as the white crayon was smeared, appeared one by one!

Jia Meng looked at the display of black and white and was very excited. As expected, this notebook contained her mother's secret!

She always feels that the action of applying crayons is very familiar. While smearing the blank spaces of the paper, she can't help but work hard to search for all the memories of crayons in her mind!

"Mengmeng, when applying the crayons, you must first paint the part on the edge of the pattern, from the outside to the inside, without any gaps in the middle, and finish it patiently!"

"Mom, I just like to start from the inside of the pattern and look out!"

A five-year-old girl with a bilateral ponytail bowed her head and sat down at the desk. She had a coloring book in front of her, holding crayons awkwardly in her hand, and was earnestly applying color to the book.

Next to the little girl was a woman with a beautiful face. At first glance, she thought her smile was lovely, but at the second glance, she felt sad.

It's mother! It's really mom!

Jia Meng has a splitting headache, but can't stop the floodgate of memory!

It turned out that when I was young, I liked using crayons so much! New 81 Chinese network update the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

It turned out that my mother used to sit next to me like this, staying with me!

With tears in Jia Meng's eyes, she couldn't stop holding the crayons. The more faint memories of childhood emerged, the harder she smeared.

Tears made her can't see clearly what the words were in front of her, but she felt that her mother's handwriting was so beautiful!

Before he knew it, Jia Meng had already smeared out a page of writing with crayons from the outside to the inside!

She decided to pause, wipe away her tears, like a devout church believer reading the sacred scriptures.

"Dear you, welcome to the secret world of Zhen Sixue!"

The first sentence on that page of notebook appeared in front of my eyes!

It seems that my mother had long expected that someone would be able to see the contents recorded in this notebook!

Jia Meng was not only excited, but also shocked!

"If you are Xiaowan, I want to tell you that I have no confidant, no friends, only sisters, and that is you. No matter what you become, in my memory, I only want to remember you and The days when I dress up the thrush together."

It turned out that my mother really regarded Tang Xiaowan as a good sister!

Jia Meng knew that Tang Xiaowan was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and she was a shrewd businessman just like Jia Tianming.

Obviously, her mother could also see that Tang Xiaowan had become unrecognizable, but she still only wanted to see the beautiful side of Tang Xiaowan...

Jia Meng was even more moved, her mother was such a pure woman.

At this moment, she really wanted to dial Tang Xiaowan's phone and read to her the words left by her mother!