"Why did you let us out!" Nian Tang cried out angrily, "If we go out from here tonight, you won't want to get your mother's things in your life! Also, how your mother died back then, you will never know for the rest of your life!"

When Meng Chaojun heard this, he saw Meng Xinian slowly standing up, and his whole body could almost feel the cold black air pressure, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "Nian Tang, what are you talking nonsense?

"Hey, yes, she died, but do you know how she got sick, and how she died of despair?"

Feeling that he was holding the trump card in his hand, Nian Tang was now very arrogant, "Those things, Cheng Er wrote them in her diary." ”

Diary......

Fuck the diary.

In this way, there was another hidden story back then?

Meng Chaojun's face changed, he looked at Meng Xinian, and reached out to pull his arm, but Meng Xinian shook his hand violently.

"Old Years ......"

Meng Qiannian ignored him, he looked at Nian Tang, and said in a low voice: "Where is the diary? What do you use to prove that you have my mother's diary?"

Nian Tang raised an eyebrow, "Wait." ”

He entered the guest room and soon came out again, holding a black-and-white photograph in his hand.

And at this time, Jiang Xiao had already come out of the toilet.

She heard them too.

Nian Tang has the diary of Meng Bully's mother in his hand?

No wonder they were able to run to the capital so unscrupulously and rob the old mansion of the Meng family.

Nian Tang handed the black-and-white photo to Meng Xinian.

"Just look at it, I knew you wouldn't believe it, so I took a picture. Your mother used to like to write, I guess you still have some of her stickers, right? You should be able to recognize her handwriting, right?"

Nian Cheng'er still has some stickers, and some are written specifically for him.

In the past, he would often turn it out at night when he couldn't sleep, so he couldn't be more familiar with his mother's handwriting.

It's Meng Chaojun, and he can still see it when he closes his eyes.

He also leaned over and looked at the photo in Meng Qiannian's hand.

Jiang Xiao also leaned over.

The photo shows a diary with the first page open.

The diary looks a little yellow, with a sense of the vicissitudes of time.

Two lines of poetry were transcribed on it.

Seeing the handwriting, Jiang Xiao could feel that Meng Xinian's whole body was tense.

Meng Chaojun's face also changed slightly.

The diary looked a little thick, and they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, did she fill this diary, and what would be written later?

"How's that? right? You can recognize your mother's handwriting?" said Nian Cheng triumphantly, "If you really can't recognize it, I'll go back and tear up a few pages and bring them to you to take a closer look." ”

"Don't tear it. ”

Meng raised his head, his eyes were cold and dark.

He makes people feel very cold.

But Jiang Xiao felt a little distressed, she could feel his hurt and pain at the moment.

His mother's illness and death have always been a scar in his heart.

It's just that he has been pressing down with strength before.

Jiang Xiao glanced at the photo again, and she didn't know why, she always felt that the diary on this photo was a little familiar.

She seems to have seen it.

However, this is Meng's mother's diary, how could she have seen it?

Jiang Xiao frowned and tried to recall.

At this time, the old lady saw that she had controlled Meng Xinian, grabbed his lifeline, and relieved herself.