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Zhou Yan tasted the original biscuits in this box, which were very fragrant, sweet, and delicious.

He wanted his future to be very fragrant and sweet, so he put his most precious things in it.

This is an iron box, tightly closed, ten years have not been opened, this rust is not only the iron box itself, but also the ten years on this iron box.

So it's really not easy to open it at all.

After exhausting all the strength of his body, he couldn't make the slightest change in this iron box.

It can't be opened at all, as if this box and lid are naturally glued together!

Zhou Yan can't be opened!

Because no one can open it.

"Bang!"

In a fit of rage, the box slammed to the ground.

The movement was so loud that even Zhou Yan was startled.

Fortunately, there was no surprise in the Jiang Guangnai and Zhang Zhixin couples next door.

Pick up the box and force it open again.

I used all my strength to feed, but I still didn't move.

Zhou Yan didn't notice that his eyes were already red......

Is it anger, or something else?

Outside the window, the wind was blowing.

The wind blows the branches, knocking on the glass windows again and again, this is what adults often come to bluff children, and the branches are the fingers of witches, especially to catch children who can't sleep!

Zhou Yan seemed tired and gently placed the box on the ground.

Is he going to give up?

"Collapse! Collapse! Collapse! ”

Like an angry old man, trampling the tin box with his feet.

I didn't even take off my shoes, and my feet were naturally injured under such a strong force.

It was a scratch on the iron sheet.

This iron box has a smooth appearance, how can there be iron sheets to scratch the soles of the feet?

Isn't this tin box already open?

The tin box has been completely deformed, as if it were a discus, and perhaps this is not to be opened, because the lid is still tightly glued together.

It's just that the box is completely cracked!

Zhou Yan's footsteps seemed to be injured a lot, and his blood even flowed into the iron box.

It's just that he didn't care at all, and took out the contents from the tin box by himself.

It's just strange that with such a loud noise, how could it not alarm Jiang Guangnai and Zhang Zhixin who were next door?

The nature in the iron box could no longer be biscuits, but what was hidden here was not any gold, silver, treasure, pearl and gemstone. It's a book.

This is an ordinary book, without the slightest decoration, black pressing, reminiscent of the deep night sky.

It's a diary!

This week's diary!

This is a diary of Zhou Di ten years ago!

Zhou Yan's blood had just flowed into the iron box, and it was also stained in the black diary. The journal was yellowed and covered with bright red blood, and it looked very weird!

Turning the first page, it turned out to be not the crooked childlike characters in the imagination, but the extremely delicate and elegant handwriting.

"Will our memories be like paint in the corner, dazzling and fleeting?"

Zhou Yan seemed to be caressing these delicate and elegant words, as if he was touching a face that was still beautiful despite wrinkles.

"Grandma......" Zhou Yan's voice choked.

Suppressing the sadness in his heart, he forced himself to look down.

"On February 18, it was rainy and rainy, and after the Spring Festival, Cheng'er and Xiaojuan were going back to work again. I'm fine, but I often can't let go of my parents, thinking that I am young, but I can't be with my parents. I was so sad that I couldn't help but cry secretly. This morning, take a useless notepad, hand it to Xiao Di, and tell him that he can write a diary every day from today, when the paper will be exhausted, when the parents will return, and Xiao Di will be happy, so there is this diary. The rest is not tabled. ”

The second page is still the beautiful and smart handwriting, just as soon as I read it, Zhou Yan's tears flowed down, wiped away the tears, and turned the third page.

"February 18th, rain. Mom and Dad are back to work and I miss them so much. My grandmother asked me to write a diary, and when it was ready, my grandmother helped me write it. Mom and Dad came back, and I seemed to tell them, Mom and Dad, I think I like you! ”

This time, what I saw was finally the long-lost handwriting, the child's pen, the child's sentence, but it was more hurtful than the sword!

Zhou Yan quickly flipped through it, but the more he watched, the more tears grew.

"On March 7th, it was sunny and then cloudy. Today, at the request of Xiao Yan, I went to the amusement park, and saw all kinds of buildings, like a fairy tale, so Xiao Yan was very happy. Playing with him, it is rare to see a smile on his face, and he is not happy. After Xiao Yan wanted to play with something, he said: Pirate Ship. However, the person said: The child needs to be accompanied. Can I, but no. Xiao Yan couldn't stop crying, and my heart was like a mess. ”

"March 7th, cloudy. Today my grandmother is finally going to take me to the amusement park, it's so beautiful inside, I love it so much! Later, I wanted to play with the sea dao (pirate) ship, but they didn't let me play, saying that I had to play with my parents, so I cried and wanted to play, and then my grandmother cried, and I said grandma don't cry, let's go home. ”

This is indescribably sour, surging into my heart, will be completely occupied, the whole person is soaked in sour water, unable to save myself!

"May 17, fine. Today is Xiao Yan's birthday. Originally, I wanted to spend the lunar calendar, but Xiao Yan refused, so I moved to today. Buying vegetables and cooking in the early morning is full of small favorite tastes. Xiao Yan praised and said: It's delicious. But his eyes are still melancholy. ”

"May 17th, fine. Today is my birthday, and my grandmother said that she was going to give me the lunar calendar, but I just wanted to spend it today, because last time my mother called me to tell me that she would come back on my birthday, and my grandmother cooked a lot of dishes and it was delicious, but I waited for a day, and my mother didn't come home. I wanted to cry, but my mother said not to cry in front of my grandmother, but I was so sad! ”

……

Zhou Yan closed the notebook, looked at the branches that were swinging more and more strongly outside the window, took a deep breath, and opened the diary again.

"September 24th ......"

"Smack!" With a bang, the book was put back together.

The strange horror in Zhou Yan's eyes gasped, as if he had encountered something terrible.

September 24......

It's like a spell!

The journal was thrown into the distance, smashed against the wall, and then fell to the ground.

The diary is opened......

"September 24, cloudy. I went shopping with my grandma today, a car hit my grandma, the car ran away, my grandma was lying on the ground, it was all blood, there was a lot of looking, but why didn't anyone come to help grandma! ”

"On September 25th, I finally saw my parents again, their expressions were ugly, my grandmother was sent to the hospital, my mother told me that my grandmother was awake and wanted to see me, I saw my grandmother lying on the bed, her body was full of tubes, my mother lied, my grandmother woke up at all!"

"On September 26th, my father told me that I could take my grandmother home today, I am so happy, is my grandmother okay, my parents did not speak, there were many aunts and mothers-in-law who I didn't know, and my mother said that they came to take a bath in my grandmother. Grandma is not a child, so why should someone else help her bathe? ”

"On September 27th, my grandmother was lying in a crystal box, motionless, and the clothes she was wearing were so ugly, I wanted to wake her up, I kept screaming, grandma, grandma, wake up. I don't know why, my mother suddenly cried, and my good uncles and aunts, grandparents and mother-in-law all cried. I cried later too. ”

"On September 28, my dad said that my grandmother was dead, and I asked him what was dead, and he said the same as my grandfather. Grandma said that grandpa became a god on the mountain, so we have to send flowers to him, should grandma also live in the mountain? I don't want my grandmother to be a god. ”

"On September 29, my grandmother was sent into the fire, and my grandmother was gone, never again, in the fire."

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