However, when Jiang Zimo touched this crossbar with his fingers, he concluded that there must be something mysterious about this wood.
Sure enough, after she tapped a few times, a hollow echo came from the wood.
Murong Qingzhen hurriedly went to knock on the section next to it. As a result, the sound of solid wood came from there.
Jiang Zimo lowered his head and thought for a moment, then kept measuring the length and width of the wood with his hands.
Finally, her eyes lit up, yes! That must be it!
She turned back to Murong Qingzhen and said: "Qingzhen, go and find a ruler for me."
Murong Qingzhen looked around and quickly walked to the desk. "No, there is such a thing in the pen holder."
Jiang Zimo took the old wooden ruler with the honeysuckle pattern engraved on it and quickly pointed out a location.
"Qingzhen, help me press this point hard."
Murong Qingzhen pressed the place she designated with a trace of confusion, and the wooden board inside the wardrobe suddenly moved, as if there was a mystery hidden in the inner wall.
Jiang Zimo nodded secretly, and quickly took off the entire row of clothes and put them on the bed. Then she turned around and looked at the inner wall behind the wooden board of the wardrobe. With just one glance, she was stunned.
The back wall of the wardrobe seemed to be deliberately carved out to create a rather small storage cabinet. The glass partitions reflected a warm luster under the inlaid dim yellow lights. Inside... were all the euphemisms she had played with since she was a child, every time.
pieces, even as small as a cartoon keychain.
On the top floor is the still brand-new airplane model. It was the simulated passenger plane that her father secretly placed beside her pillow on Christmas Eve when she was eight years old. Every character and seat was made by him himself.
.
But her mother was gone by then, and she hated him so much that she threw the plane into the snow from the second-floor window the next day. From then on, he never mentioned this matter to her, and she didn't
Soon forgotten.
Looking through the layers, Jiang Zimo was shocked to find that many of them were things she had coveted for a long time. For example, the Barbie doll had never been sold publicly in China, and the pair of clothes worn by a ten-year-old girl.
Limited edition Swarovski crystal shoes, as well as girls’ dresses made by famous Italian designers...
Those were all things she once longed for, but later she grew up and had long forgotten them. However, he actually knew about them, tried every means to buy them for her, and actually still keeps them until now.
Each small or delicate item brought back all the memories of her father, and she finally collapsed and fell to the ground and cried loudly.
It turned out that he cared about her, from beginning to end, even if she never said it, he knew it.
From beginning to end, he worked so hard to repair the scar between father and daughter caused by his mother's death.
But what did she do?
Jiang Zimo, you are an idiot...
"Okay, Ah Zi, don't be sad anymore. If you keep crying, I will have to spend the night with you here tonight." Murong Qingzhen wiped away her tears, and the two of them stood up, Jiang Zimo's
His shoulders were still shaking.
"Qing Zhen, let me put the secret compartment away first." Sobbing, she was about to reach out and close the Ange hidden behind the wardrobe.
However, just when her finger touched the switch, her eyes were suddenly attracted by a thin, yellowed piece of paper.
Jiang Zimo glanced at it and picked it up suspiciously.