He Mengjie nodded and pulled Wenxuan into the house.
Wen Tingyu was watching a cartoon, but it was obvious that the cartoon was not as charming as He Mengjie. When Wen Tingyu saw He Mengjie enter the house, she immediately jumped over and grabbed He Mengjie's arm: "Little Mom, where have you been?"
He Mengjie smiled and didn't know how to answer her. Thinking of the place she had been to and what she had encountered in that place, her mood became very bad.
She looked up at Wenxuan and threw a glance at him asking for help. Wenxuan immediately picked up Wen Tingyu and said, "Didn't you always want your father to compare with you? Let's go to the competition!"
Wen Tingyu's attention was immediately diverted, and she cheered and followed Wenxuan upstairs.
He Mengjie stood in the living room for a few seconds, and there were still cartoons on the TV, but she didn't care at all.
Then, she went upstairs, but instead of going to Wen Tingyu's room, she went to the storage room.
There was all her and her grandfather's luggage there, and she went in and began to search desperately.
The two similar photos were floating in her mind now, and she wanted to find out the photo of herself.
She searched and searched, looking for each burden, sweating profusely. Then—she saw a small burden.
If she remembered correctly, this little bag should be the little bag that her grandfather had cleaned up alone before being injured by the wall.
She picked up the bag with both hands and felt something square inside. Her heart suddenly jumped up inexplicably.
She couldn't wait to open the bag and saw that there was an antique wooden box inside.
A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in He Mengjie's mind and she began to think about it.
Her vague memory actually exists in this small wooden box, but she hasn't seen it for so many years, and she almost forgot about this thing.
This wooden box was once the thing her mother He Wanyun liked to fiddle with the most. In her four-year-old memory, traces of memory were deeply imprinted.
He Mengjie's hands trembled uncontrollably. She gently held the small wooden box and hugged it in her arms for a while, as if she was holding her mother. Then, she put the wooden box again.
On the ground, press the spring buttons on both sides and open it with a "pop".
There are many things in the wooden box, three notebooks, a photo, and some other pieces of things.
He Mengjie reached out and took out the photo first. She unexpectedly found that it was the photo she took when she was one year old, which looked like a little boy!
Her heart trembled violently and her eyes were sluggish. Her eyes were a little straight, and she stared at the photo without moving.
It turns out that her memory is not wrong at all. She does have such a photo!
She looked at the "little boy" in the photo, and Yuan Hao's appearance appeared in front of her.
Her heart contracted, as if she had been bitten by a snake. She shook her hand and threw the photo away.
The photo fell down flutteringly and turned over. Then, the yellowed back revealed the line of beautiful fonts.
This is the word "Mom"! He Mengjie will never forget it in her life! When she sees that kind of beautiful word, she will think of her appearance without hesitation!
However, although the handwriting is beautiful, it is very shocking: "I hate you, Yuan Hao! I hate you, Yuan Hao! I hate you, Yuan Hao!"