Looking at the little boy in the painting, his expression is extremely cold, but his hands are holding his mother's hand tightly as if he is grasping the only life-saving straw in the world.
Cheng Liuli looked at the mother and son carefully. She thought that Ye Suluo in childhood was as unruly, evil and wild as he is now. She didn't expect that when he was a child, he would be so stubborn and almost cold.
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Suddenly, what he said yesterday suddenly echoed in my mind.
"Remember! Don't explore anything, it won't do you any good!"
"If you want to live a long life, you'd better not know too much that you shouldn't know! Only the mouth of the dead is the strictest!"
In a hurry, she wanted to exit the room, but when she turned around, she knocked down the silver hairpin on the desk. With a few clangs, the hairpin rolled a few times on the ground and rolled under the table.
She hurriedly squatted down and reached out to pick up the hairpin. Unexpectedly, she squatted down and discovered that there was a hidden drawer under the table. Because of the bump she just made, she happened to be bounced.
Come on.
The inside of the drawer was covered with dust, completely different from the cleanliness around it. It was obvious that even the cleaning servant had never discovered this drawer.
Cheng Liuli crawled under the table and wanted to close the drawer, but suddenly found a thick book inside the drawer with the cover of Juanxiu written on it: Leng Yu.
Leng Yu? Isn’t that the name of this mansion?
Could it be that this book records things about Leng Yuzhai?
Without suppressing the strong curiosity in his heart, Cheng Liuli carefully took the book out of the drawer, gently wiped off the dust on the surface, and opened the first page.
The color of the paper has turned yellowish pink, and the handwriting is beautiful.
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Cheng Liuli really didn't expect that this was not a book at all, but a diary written by a woman named Leng Yu!
a certain year, month and day
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I really didn't expect that Ye Xiaotian would do such a cruel thing to Luo'er! That little black dog was the only gift he gave him since he was a child, but because Luo'er slept with the dog in his arms,
Yeslo was sitting in Lincoln, looking through the car window at the bustling street outside with indifference.
Suddenly, a small teddy dog broke into his sight on the side of the road.
That Teddy is very similar to the dog he had when he was a child!
The same fluffy brown fur, the same black eyes, the same four short legs, running like a rolling brown ball, very, very cute!
His eyes followed the puppy for a few seconds, until finally, a little boy ran over and held the puppy in his arms.
"Bad dog! Didn't I tell you not to run around on the street? What should you do if you get lost?"
The puppy whimpered a few times in his arms as if it was wrong. The little boy smiled all over his face. He turned around and said something affectionately to his parents behind him.
The sunshine outside suddenly became extremely dazzling.
Yesluo closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the backrest. Looking at the little boy in the painting, his expression was extremely cold, but his hands were holding his mother's hand tightly as if grasping the only life-saving straw in the world.
Cheng Liuli looked at the mother and son carefully. She thought that Ye Suluo in childhood was as unruly, evil and wild as he is now. She didn't expect that when he was a child, he would be so stubborn and almost cold.
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．
．
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Suddenly, what he said yesterday suddenly echoed in my mind.
"Remember! Don't explore anything, it won't do you any good!"
"If you want to live a long life, you'd better not know too much that you shouldn't know! Only the mouth of the dead is the strictest!"
In a hurry, she wanted to exit the room, but when she turned around, she knocked down the silver hairpin on the desk. With a few clangs, the hairpin rolled a few times on the ground and rolled under the table.
She hurriedly squatted down and reached out to pick up the hairpin. Unexpectedly, she squatted down and discovered that there was a hidden drawer under the table. Because of the bump she just made, she happened to be bounced.
Come on.
The inside of the drawer was covered with dust, completely different from the cleanliness around it. It was obvious that even the cleaning servant had never discovered this drawer.
Cheng Liuli crawled under the table and wanted to close the drawer, but suddenly found a thick book inside the drawer with the cover of Juanxiu written on it: Leng Yu.
Leng Yu? Isn’t that the name of this mansion?
Could it be that this book records things about Leng Yuzhai?
Without suppressing the strong curiosity in his heart, Cheng Liuli carefully took the book out of the drawer, gently wiped off the dust on the surface, and opened the first page.
The color of the paper has turned yellowish pink, and the handwriting is beautiful.
．
．
．
．
．
Cheng Liuli really didn't expect that this was not a book at all, but a diary written by a woman named Leng Yu!
a certain year, month and day
．
．
．
．
．
．
I really didn't expect that Ye Xiaotian would do such a cruel thing to Luo'er! That little black dog was the only gift he gave him since he was a child, but because Luo'er slept with the dog in his arms,
Yeslo was sitting in Lincoln, looking through the car window at the bustling street outside with indifference.
Suddenly, a small teddy dog broke into his sight on the side of the road.
That Teddy is very similar to the dog he had when he was a child!
The same fluffy brown fur, the same black eyes, the same four short legs, running like a rolling brown ball, very, very cute!
His eyes followed the puppy for a few seconds, until finally, a little boy ran over and held the puppy in his arms.
"Bad dog! Didn't I tell you not to run around on the street? What should you do if you get lost?"
The puppy whimpered a few times in his arms as if it was wrong. The little boy smiled all over his face. He turned around and said something affectionately to his parents behind him.
The sunshine outside suddenly became extremely dazzling.
Yesi Luo closed his eyes and leaned his head on the backrest.