In the capital where every inch of land is valuable, a Chinese-style villa with a single courtyard is in the downtown area, quietly like a paradise.

"Xiaoling, eat peaches."

"Xiaoling, the dishes are washed."

"Xiaoling, the hair dryer is here."

……

Walking through the courtyard wall to shine on the wall, you can often hear such a monologue these days.

…… It's annoying.

No, Bai Ling had just been lying on the hanging chair in the courtyard for a while, and the pleasant voice that upset her sounded faintly again-

"Xiaoling, I've made the bed, go back to the room ......"

The words are not finished.

Because Bai Ling couldn't bear it anymore, she took out the pillow behind her with her backhand, and smashed it at the boy who suddenly opened the sliding door and appeared in front of her.

She glared angrily, "It's not over yet, is it?!" ”

Twilight hugged the pillow, with a look of surprise in his eyes, "Xiaoling, you are finally willing to speak." ”

Hearing him take a bite of "Xiao Ling", Bai Ling felt tightness in his chest, and his temples jumped suddenly, pressed it irritably, and ignored him.

Ever since he made a claim and accepted the so-called "Wu clan heirloom", Bai Ling has never given him a good face.

Suddenly, a slightly cool hand touched her wrist.

Bai Ling suddenly retracted her hand and asked in a very angry tone, "What do you want to do?" ”

Twilight slowly leaned down, crouched in front of her, and then stretched out her hands, which were almost glowing in the sun, and gently put them on her temples.

Bai Ling was slightly stunned, wanting to push him away, but her body was used to his approach, and she couldn't raise the instinct to resist.

"Don't be angry." He gently massaged her temples and said in a low voice, "I'm at a loss for you, and I don't know what to do." ”

Hearing this, Bai Ling snorted heavily, "I think you have a big idea." ”

"I know you don't like them." Twilight explained in a low voice, "But don't you want to know what's inside the things this designation is going to give you?" ”

"I don't want to! Not at all! Bai Ling waved his hand away, and the anger came up again, "I said, I don't want to have anything to do with them!" ”

Twilight asked, "Then why be angry?" ”

Looking at her eyebrows, he sighed softly, "It's just a vulgar thing, you are so angry, it only proves that you can't let go." ”

Bai Ling laughed angrily at him again, pointed to the tip of his nose and said, "Me? You say me? Can't put it down? She got up suddenly, entered the room aggressively, and didn't forget to pull Twilight's arm, "Come on, come here, aren't you curious about what's in it?" I'll take it apart and show it to you now! ”

She walked angrily and hurriedly, and Twilight was afraid that she would fall, so she hurriedly followed suit.

In the rosewood-decorated tool room, the door was opened. Bai Ling walked straight to the wall table and took out the square box wrapped in yellow silk from the mahogany cabinet full of delicate small objects.

She put it directly on the table and rudely ripped off the yellow thick on it, revealing the old wooden square box inside.

The exterior of this box looks unremarkable and unremarkable.

Bai Ling glanced at the twilight beside her and opened the box.

It was a big red wedding dress folded squarely, and she frowned slightly and tossed it aside. Then there is a blushing scarf, embroidered with flowers, and the handiwork is not bad.

Bai Ling's brows furrowed even tighter, what is this?

However, when she took out the red scarf and saw the bottom of the scarf, she was suddenly stunned.

It's a very old wooden comb. There is also a red bracelet.

Even though some things seem to have passed several lifetimes when she thinks about them, she always remembers these two things.

One is the comb that her mother used to comb her hair every day when she was a child; There is also a red bracelet on the mother's hand, which is a bright red that shakes in a half-dream.

Bai Ling's face still had unfinished anger, but it was just frozen.

Looking at her stunned face, Twilight whispered, "This is a relic left by your mother." ”

Hearing his voice, Bai Ling came back to her senses, but a touch of complexity slowly appeared on her face, "Maybe." ”