Chapter 242 (1/2)

Lin Wenwen hesitated and put his diary on top of the chest of drawers and began to clean up his clothes.

Cheng Yi doesn't have many clothes. He changes only three or two in each season. There is nothing else. The style is the same as it was seven or eight years ago. If you look carefully, you will find that the neckline, cuff and other corners of the clothes have been seriously worn. A small gap, the perfect interpretation of how sharp time.

Lin felt that she had to leave the room as soon as possible.

Every corner, every detail, made her sad. This feeling of self reproach is suffocating.

She rummaged in the cupboard and felt that no clothes could be worn any more, so she took a look at the size label on the clothes and simply folded it and put it back in the cupboard.

Lin Wenwen was originally in a squatting posture, which may have lasted for a long time, so her legs were paralyzed when she stood up, causing her to almost fall to the ground. Fortunately, her reaction was quick, and she immediately reached for the edge of the chest of drawers.

The white chest of drawers has begun to turn yellow, and the four corner wooden table legs have been eroded and changed their shape. They begin to wobble, completely unstable.

So when Lin Wenwen's body weight pressed against the cabinet, the deflection angle slipped off the diary and fell on the floor, stirring up a thin layer of dust, setting off the sunset behind, which seemed particularly obvious.

Lin Wen bent down to pick up the diary, patted the dust floating on it, and planned to put it back. The power of flapping shakes off a picture in the inner page of the diary. The yellowing old photos are full of folds and creases. They look like they were once forced together and unfolded.

Lin Wenwen picked up the photo again. There were four people on it, which could be easily seen by a glance. Lin Wenwen felt that it was impolite to look at other people's things all the time, so he didn't think much about it, so he wanted to put it back in his diary.

But when he raised his hand, Lin Wen suddenly found that one of the women in the photo was his mother, Xu Wanqing. The memory of his mother, almost all stay in childhood and photos of Lin Wenwen, at a glance recognized his mother, even if the photo paper has been dilapidated.

She just looked at the full picture of the photo. The person standing beside Xu Wanqing in the photo is Cheng Yi. It seems that it should have been taken at about the same time as the picture on the wall, and the date in the lower corner of the picture is blurred.

Looking to Cheng Yi's left, she is a woman who looks familiar. She tilts her head and leans to Cheng Yi's shoulder. Lin Wenwen looked up and down. The more he looked, the more familiar he felt. But he couldn't remember where the woman had seen her.