The three Yunnan early cherry trees in the front yard, at this time there were only a few clusters of residual flowers left, and he took out the key to open the courtyard door.

The cranberry moss on the bluestone slab, a lot of untrimmed sorrel, and rabbit tail grass grow wildly, although there are traces of cleaning, but after all, there is a lack of a trace of human fireworks.

With heavy steps, he pushed open the old wooden door, and the living room was still the same old furnishings, with a mahogany coffee table and a wooden bookshelf.

It seems that I have seen the unsmiling figure again, making tea and eating books on the sofa, the gentle smile busy in the kitchen table, and the sister who plays with him all day long.

......Holding back the throbbing of emotion, he put his suitcase in his room, then took a rag and a feather duster from the kitchen and cleaned the house roughly.

"Mingzhe!"

There was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the courtyard into the house.

When he heard this voice again, he knew who was coming: "Uncle, you make your own tea, and I'll clean the room." ”

The person who came was slightly taller and thinner, with jeans and a light gray plaid shirt, combed a small back, handsome and chic, somewhat similar to Huang Mingzhe, he was Huang Mingzhe's uncle Huang Yingjun.

"You kid won't say a word when he comes back, I've already asked your aunt to make lunch, and we'll eat it later." Huang Yingjun said as he put the eggs, sausages and pickles in his hand into the refrigerator.

"Uncle, don't be so polite."

"It's all a family, what kind words to say."

The uncle and nephew cleaned the house together, and Huang Yingjun chatted with him about the shortcomings of his parents, but his uncle avoided talking about things in the entertainment industry.

The two of them were busy until lunch, and then they went to their uncle's house two blocks away, where the aunt was a slightly chubby middle-aged woman who had opened a small grocery store next to the village well.

"Mingzhe came back, so I made some fried dumplings and fried rice casually and ate them while they were hot." The aunt is a northerner, and she is very quick about pasta, so she hurriedly served him a big bowl of fried rice.

Although it is said to be done casually, in fact, Huang Mingzhe knows that his aunt is specially made, not only fried rice and fried dumplings, but also a seaweed soup and a boiled cabbage heart.

"Auntie makes fried dumplings that are delicious, I want to eat a few more today."

"If you like to eat, I'll come over and add a pair of chopsticks in the future, Mingli and Xiaoling are both staying in the school, and your uncle and I are not good at cooking." The aunt quipped.

"I'll come over often to eat." Huang Mingzhe joked.

My aunt made a small pot of fried rice and fried dumplings and went out to go back to the grocery store.

After the uncle and nephew ate half full, Huang Mingzhe took a sip of seaweed soup: "Uncle, my dad said that he left something for me in the old house, do you know what it is?"

"Hiccup......" Huang Yingjun picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth: "My brother's man is mysterious all day long, who knows what he is thinking, maybe he really has something left, I will accompany you to take a look later, the key to the old house is here." ”

After a full meal, Uncle took two bottles of tangerine peel tea from the refrigerator: "Next." ”

"Uncle still knows me." Huang Mingzhe took it and took a sip of tangerine peel tea.

"Now go to the old house, or?"

"Now!" Huang Mingzhe was a little impatient.

"Let's go!" Uncle took a bunch of keys from a drawer.

The uncle and nephew went to the old village of Moss, which was more remote than Huang Mingzhe's house, except for two or three left-behind old people who lived in the old village, the other villagers had moved out.

The desolate bluestone street is flanked by old houses built of rubble, many of which have collapsed, and the roofs are patches of vassons standing in the wind, moss, trumpet flowers, and stinky thorns everywhere.

After a while, the two came to the old house, which was the old house of Huang Mingzhe's grandparents, and then the old man died, and the old house was uninhabited.

However, the Huang Yingjun brothers still come to clean it during the New Year's holidays, and the old house is not so dilapidated.

After opening the old wooden door, a rotten musty smell came to my face, and it took a while to ventilate it.

"Mingzhe, find it yourself! I'll clean it up. ”

"Okay, uncle."

Huang Mingzhe went directly to his father's room, and if his father really left him anything, the most likely place was his father's room.

There was a patio in the middle of the old house, and his father's room was in the first room in the east wing.

With one hand covering his mouth and nose, and with a wave of the other, he swept away some spider silk and tried the drawstring switch of the light bulb, and the dim yellow light came on.

In an ordinary room, an iron frame bed, wooden tables and chairs, wooden bookshelves, the lime on the walls is somewhat peeling off and yellowing, and there is obvious resurgence in many places.

On one of the walls, there are many awards pasted on it, and there are portraits of martyrs hanging in the middle.

The shelves were empty, and the books on them had already been brought to the cottage by his father.

Huang Mingzhe walked around the room, a small room of less than 6 square meters, and there was no place to hide things.

Maybe his father hasn't had time to put things here, Huang Mingzhe comforted himself in his heart, after all, his father died unexpectedly, and it makes sense that this situation should occur.

"Mingzhe, did you find anything?"

"No, Uncle doesn't have a rag or a broom, I'll clean the room." Huang Mingzhe didn't have much hope in the first place.

"I'll give it to you."

Huang Mingzhe swept away some of the lime and dust that had fallen off, fetched a bucket of water, and scrubbed the desks, chairs, and bookshelves.

Hey? Truth is eternal?

On the wooden table just after scrubbing, there are four characters carved on it, and the traces are very old, and if you don't scrub the table, you really can't see these four words.

However, Huang Mingzhe didn't care, after all, many people have read Sanwei Study, and it is normal to imitate Mr. Lu Xun to carve a table.

"Whew!" Huang Mingzhe took a breath, stretched, and looked around the room again, only the portrait was not scrubbed.

After removing the portrait, wringing out the rag, and wiping the glass of the picture frame, the image suddenly became very clear, and he picked up the picture frame and prepared to hang it back.

But he was suddenly stunned.

I saw that there was a small wooden cabinet on the place where the photo frame was hung, and the small wooden cabinet was also painted with a layer of white paint, which was almost the same color as the wall.

"That's what you left me?" Huang Mingzhe muttered to himself in a low voice.

When he opened the small wooden cabinet, there was only one thing in it, and when he picked it up, it was a small metal box, which was very heavy to hold, as if he had picked up a dumbbell.

On top of this round simple metal box, there is also a four-digit mechanical combination lock, and it is a mechanical combination lock with 26 English letters.

He carefully inspected the small wooden cabinet and found that it was really only this metal box, and there was no password hint or anything like that.

For a while, Huang Mingzhe also had no choice but to take this metal box back and study it slowly.

The uncle and nephew cleaned up for a long time, and finally cleaned up the old house.

Huang Yingjun didn't have any idea about that metal box, after all, this thing was left by his brother to Huang Mingzhe.

After the two locked up the old house, they went back together, and it happened that the aunt had already prepared dinner, and Huang Mingzhe could only be cheeky and rub the meal again.

After dinner, Huang Yingjun brought him some firewood, rice, oil and salt to the villa.

Dead.

Inside the study on the second floor of the cottage.

Huang Mingzhe racked his brains to think, if he tried the password one by one, it is estimated that he would not be able to try it out until the Year of the Monkey.

Do you want to smash it open?