Chapter 1000: The Secret of Old Photos (2)

Ye Siming said, "When you entered this village, it was not dark and there was no village, but the time here is still slow. ”

It's slow.

Because I suddenly remembered.

Zhong Bai and I wanted to stay in this village, and it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when we entered the village, although it was not dark at that time.

But when we came in, we ate in Granny Kim's house, and then we went to see the bride, and it was supposed that it would have been dark long ago.

To be honest, I was panicked and nervous inside, but I can only suppress it now.

I walked around the immobile villagers into the old wooden house.

There was a smell of rot, like the smell of a house I hadn't lived in for a long time, and there were cobwebs stuck to my head, my face, itchy.

There was nothing in the stone house, it was empty.

Where is this like a newlywed's house? It feels like I haven't lived for decades, and I'm not reconciled.

Push open a wooden door.

With a muffled thud, the wooden door collapsed in my hand.

This wooden door is already rotten wood, and it only takes a little strength to collapse. Fortunately, inside is a complete room that looks like a new house.

However, the furnishings inside are all old furniture, and they are all decaying, and everything is covered in dust, and it doesn't look like anyone has lived in it recently.

Anyway, the people outside were like wooden people, so I lit the lighter and searched the house carefully for any clues. Hard work pays off.

I finally found a wooden picture frame next to the wooden bed. The frame was facing inward, and I carefully took it out, and although the frame was worn, there was a picture inside.

The photo has been grayed, the black and white have faded a little, and it is also full of dust, and it is not clear who the person in the photo is.

I gently wiped the photo, this old photo can't help but toss, I am afraid that it will destroy the portrait. Qiqi Chinese Network

Halfway through the rubbing, the image of the woman came out.

But I didn't dare to wipe it again, because this woman is my mother!

I rubbed my eyes, how I thought I was wrong. If you look closely, she is indeed my mother, exactly the same.

In the photo, my mother is very delicate, she is already good-looking, the black and white photos look more charming, her head is tilted to the side, the corners of her mouth are picked, and she smiles sweetly with a hint of weirdness.

The moment I saw this picture, I suddenly wanted to cry, really, looking at the woman in the photo who looked exactly like my mother, especially the sweet smile.

It made my heart ache and I almost burst into tears.

But I didn't believe it, I told in my heart that it was impossible, my mother couldn't be here, and our village was still a dozen or so away.

Moreover, my mom has passed away.

I saw it with my own eyes, and it was impossible for her to be resurrected and appear here, let alone attend the wedding.

It's all fake.

I came to this village in the deep mountains and old forests, the village just greeted my relatives, the bride is a very beautiful lady, and she is my biological mother!?

Impossible.

Although my mom will not grow old, she has passed away, has disappeared, and it is impossible to ......

I was shocked, and if it weren't for Ye Siming reaching out to support me behind my back, I would have almost collapsed to the ground.

My mom, it's a pain I can't bear.

I shuddered and reached out, and then rummaged through the cabinets, trying to find out that the woman in this picture had nothing to do with me, but when I overturned the wooden cabinet at the head of the bed, which had fallen apart.

Another photo fell from inside.