2134. Chapter 2133 Fanwai: The Reincarnation of Mo Lian [2]
Chapter 2133 Extra: Reincarnation of Mo Lian Chapter [2]
His father's hand immediately stretched out, his strong arm, allowing him to hold on with confidence.
He smiled blankly, unable to see the sourness that flashed across his father's face for a moment.
They were walking along the long corridor. The place they lived in was a castle with an unknown age of several hundred years. On both sides of the wide corridor, there were oil paintings of previous castle owners, as well as some European armor and vases of unknown age.
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The medieval painted roofs and walls were colorful, but he could see nothing.
Anyway, I couldn't see it, so I walked aimlessly.
Pushing open a door, I smelled the scent of books. It was quiet and peaceful. It was my father's study. When his father was away, he liked to come here alone. Although he couldn't read, it was very comfortable to stay here.
He walked in cheerfully and was already very familiar with everything in the study.
However, the maid who cleaned today probably made some mistakes and moved the sofa in front of the bookshelf a little to the left.
Most people's eyes can't see that little gap, but he is blind, and the little distance is enough to trip him forward and fall a big somersault!
Bang!
His head hit the edge of the bookshelf, which hurt so much that tears welled up in his eyes.
"Xiao Mo!" His father jumped over from the other end of the sofa and helped him up from the ground.
Shaking, he felt a headache, and there was a layer of tears in front of his eyes. He blinked hard, and suddenly, a little light rushed in, illuminating his dark pupils unexpectedly.
There happened to be a square photo frame in the square of the bookshelf that his eyes were facing. There were two people in the photo inside. The background could not be seen clearly. He could only see that they were two beautiful-looking girls.
The one on the left squinted his eyes lazily, raised his hands to build a tent above his eyes, and showed no expression on his paralyzed face.
The man on the right, with his arms folded across his chest, raised his chin slightly, smiled wildly and openly, and his red hair was like a flame, which suddenly burned his eyes.
He quickly closed his eyes, but when he opened them again, he couldn't see anything.
The picture was only seen in an instant, so fast that even he himself could not believe that it was real. However, in the chaos, he reflexively grabbed the picture frame.
As soon as his fingers touched the photo frame, he suddenly felt a sour pain in his heart.
His father helped him sit down on the sofa. The usually cold man checked his forehead in a panic, "Xiao Mo, does it hurt? I'll call Dr. Zhao..."
He grabbed his father's hand and stubbornly refused to let him go.
The father seriously did not leave. He half-knelt down in front of him and gently rubbed his red forehead. Perhaps he saw the photo frame in his hand. The father suddenly paused for a moment, and then asked in a hesitant voice: "How do you take this?"
What’s the photo for?”
His hand gently brushed over the photo. It was not so real through a layer of glass, but it was enough for him to clearly feel the fiery smile of the red-haired woman in the photo.
His fingers seemed to be burned.
"Whose?"
My father was used to him speaking briefly. He was silent all day long and rarely said a word, so my father was a little happy, pinched his finger, and moved it to the person on the left.
"She is your mother Shen Weining." Speaking of his mother, his father's tone was a little strangely calm, but you could hear the gentleness in his tone.
