An Ye and An Yi finished cleaning their respective rooms, and seeing that Zhao Zhihui, who was usually neat with her hands and feet, did not move, she thought that there were too many things to clean up this time, so she rushed to help.

After entering the door, I saw Zhao Zhihui leaning against the wall alone, her hands seemed to protect something important on her chest, and she didn't make a sound, but her tears were like beads broken, and she couldn't stop.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" An Yi was anxious, and hurriedly went over to help her, and asked with concern while helping her.

Zhao Zhihui, who was immersed in memories, was unexpectedly disturbed and looked a little panicked. didn't want to show a weak appearance in front of the child, so he hurriedly wiped away his tears, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ye'er, you don't have any impression of your father anymore, but he really loves you." After speaking, he handed the thing that was regarded as a treasure in his arms to An Ye.

When An Siyu died, An Yi was almost four years old and could vaguely remember some things. An Ye is only two years old, and he doesn't have any impression of An Siyu, but with a few photos, he knows that An Siyu has a trustworthy and reassuring face, and he is a very handsome young man.

An Ye opened the passbook and saw a string of numbers, and the deposit time behind the numbers was not large.

After looking at it for a while, An Ye didn't see any clues, she raised her face and asked Zhao Zhihui who handed her the passbook with a puzzled look.

"Your father quietly saved a sum of money for you, probably to surprise you when you grow up, but he left because he was in a hurry and didn't have time to hand it over to you." Zhao Zhihui has always been strong and optimistic in front of her children, so she didn't let her thoughts run out of control, but wiped away her tears and whispered to An Yi and An Ye.

An Yi and An Ye glanced at each other, and they had mixed feelings in their hearts. The passbook is still very new and seems to be well protected.

"The day I started saving money was the day I became pregnant with An Yi." Zhao Zhihui wiped her eyes gently, she remembered that day very clearly, because An Siyu, who was going to be a father, smirked in her mind, and she couldn't erase it. Standing up vigorously, Zhao Zhihui continued to pack up An Siyu's relics. She didn't have to be sad for too long, there were still a lot of things to clean up in the house, and she had to ask Aunt Li, who had a good relationship, to come to see the house.

An Ye opened the passbook, the money was saved almost every day, ten yuan, twenty yuan, one hundred and two hundred, and the money was saved until An Ye's second birthday, and two thousand yuan was saved that day, which was a large amount for An Siyu at that time.

An Siyu expressed his responsibility and love for the brother and sister in this way. This originally invisible feeling is now clearly expressed on the passbook.

"Anzi, it's already more than 50,000 yuan." An Yi muttered.

An Ye looked up at his brother, his appearance was not clear through the tears, but An Ye knew that his eye circles must be getting redder and redder, but he held back and didn't let the tears fall.

The three of them packed up their things, stood in front of their house, and waved to the honest and honest Aunt Li, their mood was indescribably strange, sour and sour.

"Why did you go for so long?" Li Rui looked at the three people covered in ash and asked with a smile.

"I discussed it with the children, and finally decided to find a trustworthy person to help watch the house, so I went to ask Aunt Li by the way. She is a lonely old man, living in the old house is better than living in her thatched hut, said that she will help us take care of the family, she is in good health, we will ask her to the slope behind the house, let her grow some vegetables and fruits to eat. The children said that it was better to sign the note, so they delayed some time. No, it's keeping you waiting. Zhao Zhihui slapped the ashes on her body as she spoke, and did not say a word about the discovery of the passbook.

An Ye understood that she hadn't completely figured out what to do with the money, so she didn't explain it to Li Rui, so she didn't care too much.

Since discovering the passbook left by An Siyu, Zhao Zhihui's mind has obviously increased. With a little effort, she sat on the sofa in a quiet daze, and the brushes that she touched every day couldn't make her interested at all.

Although she covered it up well in front of Li Rui, An Ye and An Yi were her children after all, and it was the winter vacation, her strangeness was seen by the brothers and sisters, and they felt the need to talk to her, otherwise she should be depressed.

An Ye and An Yi knew that the appearance of the passbook evoked Zhao Zhihui's sadness and reminded her of An Siyu again.

So the brother and sister discussed using the money in a suitable place, so that it could also divert Zhao Zhihui's attention, and she was about to have problems holding her mind every day.

"Mom, the money left by Dad, An Ye and I have already discussed, we want to take it out and open a studio for you, haven't you always wanted to open a studio? If you have this money, you should barely be able to make up some more. An Yi is a very thoughtful person, he rarely hides his words, even if he talks to Zhao Zhihui, who is a little gentle, he is as cool as ever, he doesn't want to see Zhao Zhihui preoccupied all day long, so he pulls An Ye together to persuade Zhao Zhihui.

An Ye was very in favor of this matter, because he had never wanted to find someone to take care of the old mansion in his previous life, he had caused a lot of trouble, not to mention, and he had never found this passbook. The appearance of this passbook made An Ye understand that An Siyu loved her very much, and also made her understand why Zhao Zhihui had been thinking about An Siyu who had passed away for so long.

"This money is for you brothers and sisters, and no one else can touch it. I have found a job now, there is no problem in supporting myself, and when you graduate, you will have to marry a wife and a person, and you will have to raise children in the future, and there are places everywhere that need money, and then it will be used for emergencies. Zhao Zhihui's voice was extremely resolute, as if she was speaking for An Siyu.

An Ye is the only one who clearly knows the shape of future development, and it is better to put this money in a more favorable place than to put it in the fold and keep depreciating.

She gently pulled Zhao Zhihui to sit down, she had never discussed anything with Zhao Zhihui like an adult. Because of Du Moran's affairs, she often confronted Zhao Zhihui, and the mother and daughter often quarreled and fought coldly at every turn. Now An Ye can understand Zhao Zhihui's hardships.

"Mom, you have said, my brother is going to get married after graduation and have children, so he must use money, now the interest rate of the bank is so low, but the price of goods is rising so fast, and you have always liked to paint, and you paint so well, because my brother and I gave up painting, which has always made us angry, and now with the money left by Dad, let's try to make up some more, you open a studio! That's how there's a steady stream of income, isn't it? An Ye gently held Zhao Zhihui's hand and persuaded.

An Ye's words were plain and powerful, Zhao Zhihui was a little moved, and vaguely felt that her daughter could also be relied on.

I felt comforted and a little sad at the same time, after all, An Ye's change started from the summer vacation when he graduated from high school and decided to withdraw from Du Moran's marriage. This girl must be hiding something from me, she thought.

Unconsciously remembered An Siyu's death, this change almost robbed her smile for the rest of her life, if it weren't for a pair of children, she would definitely not be able to survive.