Grandpa Fu's palm

Chapter 349 A Notebook

Jing Nuan searched around the room again, the traces of her past life are now covered with sundries, and some valuable jewelry and the like have long since disappeared.

It seems that in the days when I was not here, my room had already been searched all over, and as long as there were even a little valuable things, they had already been taken away.

The reason why this photo is still there is because I put it very deep and hid it well, and it is also because I have always wrapped it in a torn newspaper, and no one will open it to see what is in a torn newspaper. Survive it.

"Let's go. I don't expect to find anything else. I have this picture and it's enough."

Jing Nuan scanned around, determined that there was nothing worthy of his nostalgia, and planned to leave: "I'll ask grandma again, she is a little jealous of you now, for your sake, she may tell me something about A message from my mother."

Hearing what Jing Nuan said, Fu Yanhan, who had been squatting to search for things, also stood up and patted the dust on his hands.

He looked around the room again, and suddenly, his eyes fixed on an inconspicuous box at the foot of the bed.

"What are you looking at?"

"See that box?"

Fu Yanhan pointed to a wooden box with bright red lacquer at the foot of the wall. It looked very old at first glance. Perhaps because it was not properly kept, some of the red paint had worn off, and the whole box looked dilapidated.

"See, what's the problem? This is not my box. I don't know whose stuff it is. It was thrown here randomly. However, it should not be something valuable, otherwise it would not be thrown in like sundries. .”

Jing Nuan glanced at the dilapidated box, and according to her understanding of the Jing family, if there was anything serious in it, it would definitely not be thrown here casually as sundries.

"I have seen several boxes like this in my grandfather's house. Don't look at how old they are. At that time, there were not many boxes like this. This may be something left by your grandfather. Do we want it?" open to take a look?"

After hearing Fu Yanhan's words, Jing Nuan's eyes lit up: "Then let's open it and have a look?"

As soon as Jing Nuan finished speaking, Fu Yanhan walked to the side of the box, first removed the sundries piled on the box, and immediately the whole room was filled with dust.

"It's too dirty. Your Jing family still has servants, so you don't know how to take care of the utility room regularly."

After Fu Yanhan frowned and complained, he motioned to Jing Nuan: "Stay farther away, and the dust won't get you dirty."

Looking at Fu Yanhan, who was slightly obsessed with cleanliness, the snow-white shirt cuffs had turned gray at this moment, Jing Nuan was a little embarrassed: "It's okay, just hand over everything."

After speaking, he reached out to pick up the sundries on the top of the box. After cleaning it up briefly, Fu Yanhan lifted the box, but unexpectedly the box was extremely heavy.

"Could it be filled with gold bars? Why can't I even lift it up?"

Fu Yanhan said jokingly, and finally decided to open the box directly and not move him any more.

The outside of the box is not locked. It can be seen that no one really treats the things in the box as treasures.

As Fu Yanhan gently opened the box, Jing Nuan saw that there were some books and neat letterheads inside.

"To my beloved wife, today, I miss you so much..."

Jing Nuan took out a letter from it, and saw that on the old letter paper, the calligraphy was strong and powerful, and it was written by grandpa at first glance.

"This is a letter from grandpa? Beloved wife, is it addressed to her?"

Although Jing Nuan didn't say who she was, both of them obviously knew that she was referring to the current Jing family's old woman.

"Impossible. Your grandpa stays at home all day, and the two of you are together every day. What are you doing writing so many letters? If I guess correctly, these letters should be addressed to your grandma."

Fu Yanhan whispered.

"Let's take these things away. After all, they are grandpa's things. Now the person he cherished is gone. We must keep these things for him."

"Row."

Fu Yanhan nodded, and continued to rummage in the box.

There is also a photo album in the box, the cover of the album has also turned yellow, and there are many photos of babies in it. Jing Nuan even saw a photo of his mother hugging him and standing with his grandfather.

"At that time, your grandfather should often visit your mother and you, and your relationship is very good."

"Look in the box, if there is any information about my mother."

Jing Nuan suddenly recovered.

There are other photos of my mother in this box, and they are photos that I have never seen before. Maybe I will find more information if I look through it.

"Here's a notebook."

As Fu Yanhan said, he removed a pile of miscellaneous books, revealing a slightly yellowed notebook.

The handwriting on it is beautiful, and it looks like the handwriting of a well-educated woman.

Looking at the graceful and beautiful pen writing, Jing Nuan couldn't help but guess: "This is my mother's diary? Why is it in grandpa's box?"

"It doesn't necessarily have to be there from the beginning. It may be that the old man of the Jing family packed up his things, thinking that these are old things that no one wants, so they put them together in a box and threw them away."

I have to admit that Fu Yanhan's analysis makes sense: "Maybe there are things in it from grandpa and my mother, maybe my grandma and father's old things are also in it, let's take them away together."

"Take it away, of course you have to take it away, but there are some things that are best kept next to your body, so as to avoid long nights and dreams."

After Fu Yanhan finished speaking, he took the notebook that was obviously Jing Nuan's mother in his hand: "If they suddenly react and destroy these things, then our work will be in vain."

As expected of Fu Yanhan, no matter when, his mind is so active, and when doing things, he is always guaranteed to be foolproof.

Sure enough, as soon as Fu Yanhan packed his things, another servant came up.

Standing at the door right now, I didn't dare to look inside, and shouted respectfully, "Young Master Fu, Young Mistress Fu, the old lady told me that it's time to eat. Have you packed up all the things you should pack?"

"It's packed, here we come."

Fu Yanhan replied, and picked up the suitcase without any hassle.

"Let's go, we'll leave here after dinner. With this box, we don't need to ask that old woman for anything."

Jing Nuan nodded approvingly, she really didn't want to pretend she was right in front of this grandma and pretend to be cute.

"Nuan'er, after you got married, we thought that you haven't come back for a long time, and you must be staying in Fu's house. Therefore, we are short of houses, so we piled up some sundries in your room. You don't mind. Bar."

When the two walked to the dining table, they saw Mrs. Jing looking at them with a smile on her face.

(End of this chapter)