On the first page, a cute little baby is smiling with a small mouth. Below the photo, there are the words Sissi's 100-day nostalgia.
It turned out to be her photo album, probably brought from Qingdao.
Looking at the cute little baby inside, Leng Zimo turned around and sat on the sofa, took the photo album and looked through it carefully.
The photo album is almost a growth history of Luo Xiaoqian, from a cute baby to a four or five-year-old girl. Luo Xiaoqian in the photos is growing up little by little.
Looking at the little girl's cute appearance as a child, the corners of Leng Zimo's lips were always raised.
Until, he turned to the middle part.
Now, what he saw in front of him was a group photo. In the photo, Luo Xiaoqian was already seven or eight years old, sitting in the arms of a beautiful woman with two pigtails, their faces close together.
The woman is very young, her eyebrows are somewhat similar to Luo Xiaoqian's, her long, smooth hair is spread over her shoulders, she is beautiful and charming, and her dignity reveals a certain spirituality similar to Luo Xiaoqian's.
Presuming that this was Luo Xiaoqian's mother, Leng Zimo naturally took a second look and felt that this woman seemed very familiar, giving her a sense of déjà vu.
"Maybe she looks a lot like Xiaoqian. How could I possibly see her!"
Leng Zimo muttered to himself and continued to read backwards.
At the back, there are still mostly photos of Luo Xiaoqian, and some are photos of her and her classmates. In the photos, she is growing up.
Turning to the back, there is a photo of Luo Xiaoqian and her mother again. In the photo, Luo Xiaoqian is already fifteen or sixteen years old, and her mother has also cut her hair into long hair and changed her hairstyle.
Perhaps because of the baptism of time, perhaps because of some things she has experienced, her mother has obviously lost a lot of weight, and there is no sunshine between her eyebrows. She is full of depression, and she is already different from the beautiful woman before.
Big difference.
Despite this, she is still a beautiful middle-aged lady.
When he saw this photo, Leng Zimo's eyes froze as if they were burned.
This face, this hairstyle, this gray top...
He could hardly believe his eyes.
"No, impossible!"
Whispering, he took out the photo from the album with trembling fingers and held it under the lamp to look at it carefully.
The more I looked at it, the woman in the photo became mixed with the person in my memory, completely inseparable.
How is this possible? How could Xiao Qian’s mother be that woman?!
Leng Zimo suddenly stood up from the sofa and strode towards the stairs. After going up one step, he froze in place and stepped back again.
Holding the photo, he sat down on the stairs with a dejected look on his face, raised his hands and held his head.
Now, his mind is very confused.
If that woman is really Xiaoqian's mother, then he...will there be any relationship between him and Xiaoqian...
He didn't dare to think about it any more.
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Early the next morning, when Luo Xiaoqian woke up, her arms had already been stretched out naturally before she opened her eyes.
As a result, my arms were empty.
She lazily opened her eyes and looked at the empty half of the big bed in front of her. She was not too surprised. Leng Zimo never liked staying in bed.
After getting up, she walked out of the bedroom wearing only her pajamas and walked downstairs.
There was a strong smell of cigars in the living room, which was frightening. The ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigar butts. On the side, a photo album was opened, and there were two photos in it, which were pulled out from the album.
She turned around in confusion and saw Leng Zimo standing on the terrace of the living room, wondering what he was doing.
