After a while, Ye Tang seemed to be unrelenting.

She took a deep breath, trembling slightly even for breathing, and pulled out a photo from the WeChat chat record with Cheng Mo.

When she went to Jiangcheng to attend Li Qiao's funeral, she saw a flower basket with the names of Cheng Mo and his father, so she took a picture and sent it to Cheng Mo.

Cheng Xujiang and his son Cheng Mo respectfully saluted.

At that time, she only thought it was a coincidence. It was a coincidence, so it happened that he went back to Jiangcheng, it happened that his family had funded a welfare home, and it happened that he and his father went to Li Qiao's funeral. Just right.

So everything is a coincidence. But in this world, how can there be so many coincidences?

Qianchen Group, Cheng Xujiang.

If he could, Ye Tang never wanted to retrace his childhood memories, because it was very painful, and whenever he thought about it, it was extremely painful.

Ryan had also told her before that the human brain, the human subconscious, is very intelligent, and if the judgment will cause you serious harm, it is usually not likely to be wrong.

You're bound to get hurt badly.

It's not that Ye Tang didn't take Ryan's words to heart, but sometimes, his heart can't help himself, and he doesn't know who those painful memories are about when he was a child.

Ye Tang can press it down first, and he won't want to lift the lid of the box to spy on what is hidden inside.

But now, it doesn't seem to work.

Memories that are almost never brought up seem to be completely out of control. Cheng Xujiang's name, Cheng Xujiang's identity, seems to be a hand that opens Pandora's box.

Something terrible came out of the box, and there was nowhere to turn.

The slender body was wrapped in the quilt and trembled incessantly, and the thick quilt absorbed her mourning and sorrow.

She shuddered with tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, I understood what Ryan said.

Suddenly, he understood what he wanted to express at that time.

The human subconscious is very intelligent.

You can't go wrong.

And she, Ye Tang, just hasn't collapsed yet.

With such a thick quilt and the heating on, Ye Tang was actually in a cold sweat and was cold. She nestled in the quilt, trembling on the screen, searched for Mo Heze's mobile phone number, and added WeChat.

After Mo Heze passed, he sent a question mark?

Ye Tang sent a paragraph: "I'm sorry, if you need to use those photos of mine for Dean Li, use them." But can you please take a copy and send it to me now? You don't need the original, just take a copy with your mobile phone, just take a little clear. Please, thank you. ”

Although Mo Heze was very dissatisfied with Ye Tang, he was not a bad person after all, and when he saw that Ye Tang was very polite between the lines, he naturally did not refuse.

Mo Heze replied with two simple words, "Wait." ”

Ye Tang almost held her breath and waited, her breathing was very light and shallow, covered in the quilt, almost deprived of oxygen. But don't take your eyes off the phone screen for a moment.

Waiting for the final verdict to get closer and closer, closer and closer.

Although Mo Heze was dissatisfied with Ye Tang, he could still do things, and directly sent a bag with several photos of Ye Tang.

She was a child.

Ye Tang couldn't click on the big picture for a while, for some reason, it was like knowing, even if it was bad enough, the mood was bad enough, and the situation was bad enough.

But if you click on these photos, there will be something worse, much worse.

I have such a premonition in my heart. And as Ryan said, the human subconscious is very intelligent, so many times, ominous premonitions will always come true.

However, sometimes they don't cover their eyes and ears because they know that the outcome will be bad. By pretending not to know anything, you can deceive yourself that the world is dark and safe.

Ye Tang took a deep breath and finally slowly clicked on the first photo.

The first photo was a solo photo of her, which did not bring a greater impact to Ye Tang.

Ye Tang breathed a sigh of relief. The self in the photo is the appearance of a child, black and thin, staring at a pair of black bright round eyes, and a melon skin hairstyle that looks like a dog gnawing.

Looking at this photo, some fragments of memory gradually emerged, a kind and gentle middle-aged woman, coaxing her to sit down in front of a chair, and then draping a towel around her neck, buttoning a bowl on her head, and cutting her hair around the edge of the bowl with scissors.

It's Li Qiao.

Seeing that the cut is not good, the black and thin child pouts and does not cry, he has not loved to cry since he was a child, but there is a layer of water in his eyes, and his originally black eyes are even brighter.

Li Qiao rubbed his hands together, and said to her with a pitiful look of begging for mercy, "Onions, shallots, cute little shallots, don't be angry, it's because my craftsmanship is not good, I will work hard, and I will definitely cut it better and better in the future......"

Ye Tang's fingers gently wiped the photo, and then wiped it again.

Then he slowly clicked on the second photo, and the second photo was taken with other children in the courtyard and Li Qiao. She stood in front of Li Qiao, and Li Qiao's hand pressed on her shoulder.

There was no smile on her face, but Li Qiao smiled gently.

It's no wonder that they will say that she is the knot in Li Qiao's life, Ye Tang gradually remembered that when she was a child, she was indeed quite concerned by Li Qiao.

Ye Tang flipped back one by one, and three or five photos in a row were all photos with the children in the welfare home, or aunts or Li Qiao.

So much so that Ye Tang's action of flipping through the photo did not have so much hesitation, so much so that she forgot that there was a needle hidden here, and a sharp blade was hidden.

She clicked on one more, and for a moment, her breath stopped. It was as if at this moment, the heartbeat seemed to stop beating. Then, his heart beat violently like a drum, as if he could hear it with his ears.

It was as if I could hear the sound of the vivid flesh in my chest twitching, as if I could hear the sound of blood rushing in the veins. The brains seem to be burning......

In the photo, she is still the same black and thin appearance, her eyes are still black and bright, and she is still the dog-like melon skin hairstyle.

But it's no longer the defensive, cautious, unsmiling look of the previous photos.

Her dark eyes curled with a smile, and her small mouth pursed a soft line.

She was laughing.

And the little boy standing beside her, holding her hand tightly, smiled brighter than she did. Because he was still in the tooth replacement period, he had not finished changing his teeth, and he grinned and let out a mouthful of tooth decay.

But it is not difficult to see that it is a very beautiful little boy.

Ye Tang felt that his head was about to explode, and his temples hurt from jump to beat, as if he was being pricked by a needle.

No matter how much I breathed deeply, I couldn't relieve it, and I snorted in my throat.

The words that Cheng Mo had said roared in his head.

When I was a child, my family didn't let me eat candy because I had severe tooth decay before I had my teeth replaced, and my mother was very afraid that my teeth would not look good.