"I had the idea, but I was too lazy." Liu Lang took Zhou Xuan to the second floor, opened the room, and laughed at himself: "Besides, my mother can live in this place, why can't I live?" ”

Zhou Xuan was stunned, it turned out that Liu Lang did not have the conditions to move out, but the guilt of his mother, which made him insist on staying and experiencing every minute when his mother was here.

The two-bedroom apartment has a strange interior style, with a mix of old and new, with tables and chairs from decades old, as well as a modern and beautiful fish tank, old photos hanging on the wall, and a small household appliance mite removal machine in a box in the corner.

"I bought all these new things for my mom, and she didn't use them. However, all I have done is these useless things. Liu Lang explained while packing up his clothes.

Zhou Xuan looked at the photos on the wall and was surprised, Liu Lang's mother was actually a stunning beauty, a big beauty! Dignified and noble, with a slightly raised chin with a bit of arrogance, not to mention that in that era of natural beauty, even in modern times, it is also outstanding.

"Auntie is very beautiful! No, it's beautiful. Zhou Xuan exclaimed.

"Hehe, it's a pity that I didn't inherit her, she looks like a temper, and she doesn't look like hers at all." Liu Lang said.

Walking into the bedroom, there is no wardrobe, but a camphor wood box on the side of the bed, which is very old, but you can vaguely see the delicate carvings on it. It can be seen that Liu Lang's mother also lived in a wealthy family.

The world has changed, the vicissitudes of the world, whether it is brilliant or bleak, the people in the photo have gone away.

"Mom, my son is moving, and he will come to see you from time to time." Liu Lang waved goodbye to the woman in the photo with a hippie smile, but his voice was choked, and tears appeared in his eyes.

"Auntie, I'm Liu Lang's good friend Zhou Xuan. Now that I have money, the first thing I personally have to do is to treat Liu Lang and bring that lively guy back to life! Zhou Xuan swore an oath.

Liu Lang opened his mouth wide in disbelief, tears finally broke down, and he sighed infinitely, "Mom, do you see, I have a brother, I have a brother!" Mom, don't you always hope that I have a brother to help each other, God will compensate in another way, and your old man can rest in peace. ”

After packing, Liu Lang bowed goodbye to the photo frame again, and the shadow was reflected in the glass, revealing irregular reflections. Zhou Xuan always felt that something was wrong, and after looking left and right, he found that the corners of the woman's mouth seemed to be smiling, which was very weird.

"The picture frame is a little slanted?" Zhou Xuan wondered.

"Well, the wall has a shallow frame with a concave, I don't know who made it, the two ends are not on the same level, and it is a little slanted at the beginning." Liu Lang complained.

Zhou Xuan tried to correct the photo frame with his hands, but after a long time, the rope hanging on the nail broke, and one of them did not catch, and the photo frame fell to the ground, and the glass shattered into slag.

Liu Lang screamed, as if his mother had fallen, and hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, but his finger was pierced by the glass and bleeding.

"Brother Liu, I'm sorry!" Zhou Xuan hurriedly apologized.

"It's okay, I knew I was going to fall off sooner or later. Maybe my mother is reluctant to let me go, forget it, let's take it with me. ”

Liu Lang's hand needed to be bandaged, so Zhou Xuan cleaned up the garbage for him, and when he was about to wrap the yellowed photo, Zhou Xuan found that the back was covered with a layer of white paper. Relative to the photo, it should have been added later.

The white paper is very thin, and when you look at the light, it seems that there is still handwriting.

"My mom is good-looking, isn't she?" Seeing that Zhou Xuan was motionless, Liu Lang smiled.

"There's a word on the back?" Zhou Xuan wondered.

"Really?"

Liu Lang tore open the layer of paper disapprovingly, and found that there were words and pictures on it, which were undoubtedly his mother's handwriting, but he didn't know what she wanted to express.

"The wood of the northwest sees the four directions, the beauty sleeps and lies gently, if the prodigal son has a day to turn back, he should know that his mother is long."

The handwriting is very beautiful, but from the perspective of poetry, there is less neatness of the rhyme, Liu Lang rubbed his mother's handwriting and said: "My mother is a beautiful girl, alas, it breaks my heart for me." ”

"Brother Liu, where was that wooden box?" Zhou Xuan pointed to the box not far away and asked.

"Oh, it's that corner, under the bed, and it's filled with clothes that my mother wore when she was alive, and I didn't bother to throw them away." Liu Lang pointed to the open door.

Zhou Xuan looked out the window and made sure that it was the northwest direction, so he said, "Brother Liu, move the box back and put it in the original place." ”

"Is there a saying in this?" Liu Lang was stunned.

"If you take the frame, you will find that this poem should not have been written by an old man for no reason?" Zhou Xuan said.

Liu Lang recalled for a moment and moved the box back under the bed, which was still in the middle of the original position, and it fit tightly with the wooden bed.

"Alas, I'm really unfilial, I should have bought my mother a good bed a long time ago." Liu Lang regretted.

"How did this bed come about?"

"Brought from my hometown, my mom is very nostalgic and has always liked to sleep in this bed." Liu Lang said.

The futon was rolled up by Zhou Xuan, and at this moment, he saw four metal-like dots on the bed, which seemed to correspond to the four corners of the box below.

Zhou Xuan stretched out his finger and pressed it down, and this point actually sank, just wedged into a corner of the box.

"Zhou Xuan, what the hell is going on?" Liu Lang asked in surprise.

Zhou Xuan didn't speak, quickly pressed the remaining three points, and also wedged into the corner of the box, only to hear a few clanging sounds, and the box under the bed fell apart.

first broke the frame, and now broke the clothes box, Liu Lang couldn't bear to scold Zhou Xuan, this is his memory of his mother.

Pouting his ass and entering the bed, Liu Lang picked up his mother's clothes again, found something to wrap up, and prepared to take it away with him.

However, Zhou Xuan pulled out the thicker wooden board at the bottom of the box, looked at it a little, and actually lifted a thin layer of wooden board on top, and the bottom was covered with moisture-proof oiled paper.

"Brother Liu, there should be something in here." Zhou Xuan reminded.

This wooden board was actually sandwiched, Liu Lang suddenly closed his mouth in surprise, and as Zhou Xuan gently lifted the layer of oiled paper, a picture of a beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

"What a beautiful woman sleeps and lies gently, and the old man has taken a lot of painstaking work to hide this painting." Zhou Xuan said with emotion.

"What kind of painting is this?" Liu Lang asked.

"It's not a short time, and it should be worth a lot. The person who painted is called Tang Yin, who is very talented, writes well, and paints very expressively. Zhou Xuan carefully rolled up the painting, gently wrapped it in oiled paper, and handed it to Liu Lang.

"Mom, son bastard! Son, I'm sorry for you! Liu Lang slapped himself twice and cried loudly.

Needless to explain, this is a fortune left by Liu Lang's mother to her son, but she didn't tell her son in person when she died, but just told him that if he sold the house casually, he would have no thoughts.

The prodigal son looks back, if the son misses his mother one day, he can see the handwriting behind the old photos, and he can find the mystery as long as he thinks about his mother's heart.