"Eh—that's a big head!" Looking at the empty room, in short, it was really a little crazy, and the feeling of doing nothing was like bubble gum sticking to the lips.

"No, I can't go on like this! I won't be able to wander like this anymore! Wait a while the winter vacation will be gone," if it's in your own home, in short, although you don't leave home, you can also go back to do a lot of things, although it's boring, and even most of it is related to video games, some play, and it's counted on the computer, because it's not easy to make people feel bored in this era. The games on your phone alone are enough to pass the day in a nutshell.

Even if he thinks so, Jian Yan always feels that his heart is empty, and he doesn't expect much, as if he doesn't dig out something from this old mansion, he is very unwilling.

The notebook that looks like a novel is one, but what about the others?

Although he stayed here before he was ten years old, most of the memories at that time were related to Ye Feng and others, and there were very few things about this old mansion.

And the other reason is also a very important factor. Let Jian Yan be willing to stay here and not run back by himself, after all, his feet are on his body, and if he wants to run, does that person still care about looking for it? This is not the first time he has disobeyed that person's order.

There is one thing that Jian Yan cares about, he has not seen his mother since he was born, and he has no memory, as if he jumped out of the stone, and his grandparents died when he was ten years old, after which this memory was interrupted, and he left this small town full of quaint mysteries and followed his father to the metropolis.

As he grew older, this matter has been hovering in Jian Yan's mind, why is it that he has it, but he doesn't? In addition to maternal love, he has all other children, and even surpasses it, as long as the requirements are not excessive, that person will believe that the way to satisfy him. Even so, Jian Yan still longs to understand and pursue, and he doesn't believe that he doesn't have a mother at all, who doesn't have a mother. said that it was not his father's excuse, what was the phone bill, deceived him at the age of ten, couldn't deceive him at twenty, deceived elementary school, couldn't deceive high school........

"That's it!" said Jian Yan to himself. My room has been explored, and I am going to search for the others, although I have been here on the first day, but it is also very rough and it is late. I didn't see much. This time is different, even in a nutshell, even under the bed is slowly turned over, meticulous, like a minesweeper.

"Ahem, cough, cough-" A lot of dusty, dusty Jian Yan crawled out from under the bed, with a helpless face, because he found nothing, except for the messy "antiques", and even Jian Yan found a game newspaper, the time showed that it was more than 20 years ago, and it could be collectible, Jian Yan muttered and threw this newspaper aside. Looking around, this is the study, it should have been his aunt's room, but in my memory, after my aunt got married, in less than a year, my father occupied this place, and it was originally used as a study, but it soon evolved into my father's "study", that is, the "game room"! There are both computers, and miscellaneous and strange things. In my memory, it was usually locked, and it was also to prevent myself from sneaking in. When I was a child, I dreamed of it, but now?hehe.....

Jian Yan gave up the study and planned to go to his father's bedroom to have a look, but sadly found that it was locked from the inside, and it was impossible for him to enter without a key, unless he broke the door, and this idea was fleeting. It was quickly abandoned, and the idea was unrealistic.

Seeing that there was no gain, Jian Yan returned to his room, thinking a little depressed that he hadn't found anything, but he was very embarrassed.

I was bored and reopened the diary that recorded all kinds of strange things, which can be described as a lot of miscellaneous conversations, and I smashed my mouth in a nutshell, thinking thoughtfully. I didn't look at it from the beginning, not to mention that Jian Yan didn't think that the things recorded in this diary were recorded from the beginning, as if they were improvised, and it seemed to be deliberately made, and each page, but it had its own story, Jian Yan naturally didn't believe that this was a third-rate youth idol drama-like romance novel that his father would write at will, which must be interspersed with actual colors, and it was even possible to find the epitome of his mother。 Not long ago, I didn't just finish reading an article, saying that no matter how great a book is, it can't be separated from the foreshadowing of life, and without rich life experience and social experience, how can it be possible to write a flesh-and-blood book?

And the one in front of him also made Jian Yan's face a little weird.

.............

Every Friday, the last session in the afternoon is a computer class, which Jian Zhen is looking forward to. Not only can you go home after class, but also your own computer class is extremely easy, after completing the homework assigned by the teacher, you can play games, etc., plus the campus network is unbelievably fast, and the speed of downloading the game installation package is amazing, so that a boy like Jian Zhen who likes to soak in the Internet is a thing worth looking forward to.

Forty minutes of class is heaven for many people, and it doesn't just include Jane's proverbs.

Of course, there's more to expect than meets the eye.