Duan Lu was obviously prepared. She took out another document and said calmly: "I heard from the elders in the family that marriages usually include a dowry list, right?"
Yang Yahui thought for a long time and muttered silently: "Dowry list..."
She seemed to suddenly remember something, and excitedly grabbed the hand next to her. Jian Anran cried out in pain, and only then did Yang Yahui react, saying "Sorry, sorry" in embarrassment.
"Yes, yes," Yang Yahui's eyes were filled with starlight as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, "Not to mention our time, now every wedding has a dowry list!"
Luojiang is a city with an open economy and a conservative culture. While various industrial shipbuilding industries are developing rapidly, they still follow the cultural customs passed down from generation to generation, including weddings and funerals. In addition to the carriages used for weddings and weddings, the
The car and other rituals are almost not much different from those in ancient times.
Duan Lu then asked: "Can this list still be found now? If it can be found, there is no dispute that the ownership of the items on the list belongs to Ms. Yang."
Hearing this, Yang Yahui's eyes dimmed again, and she couldn't raise her eyelids for a while. She whispered: "It's been too long, it's been too long..."
The current blankness in her brain made Yang Yahui fall into fear and loss again. She had no memory of the whereabouts of the dowry list.
Marriage is always a matter of blindness. Yang Yahui was young and busy at the time. On that day, she received unprecedented attention in her life. The ceremony was only completed smoothly due to the pull of others. How could she remember these things?
Where did you receive it?
She suddenly stood up and took away the mobile phone that was on the table. Her voice became lower and lower, "I... I'm going to call my mother."
Yang Yahui walked towards the balcony. The weather outside was just right at that time, and there were so many people crowded in the house. Shen Huainan opened all the doors and windows early for ventilation. Yang Yahui couldn't find the handle of the balcony door for a long time, and finally stayed on the balcony in embarrassment.
In the corner of the room, he was talking on the phone quietly.
Her brows were furrowed as she spoke. In the open environment, people inside could not really hear her voice, but Yang Yahui still looked behind her cautiously from time to time.
The moment she hung up the phone, you could see her brows instantly unfurling, and she walked towards the living room with a little joy in her voice.
"Found it! Found it!" She waved her mobile phone, "Her grandmother said that she specially framed the child back then, and now it is hanging in the room on the third floor of the old house!"
Duan Lu looked relieved and stood up immediately, "Can you please ask grandma to take a photo? We only need to make a simple confirmation here, and we can move forward with other things now."
Yang Yahui subconsciously gave Jian Anran another look, and then slowly said: "Her grandma doesn't know how to take pictures with her mobile phone, so I'd better run over and take pictures. You guys just wait for me."
Jian Anran stood up immediately and said, "I'll go there with you."
At this time, Shen Huainan, who had been standing nearby, finally said, "I'll ask the driver to pick it up. You can just wait here."
Yang Yahui blurted out "Thank you" first, and then explained: "You know a lot of things better than her grandmother, so you let the driver pass rashly. I'm afraid that she will overthink it and worry too much."