Yuhan stepped into the house and saw that the house was in chaos, and his father was busy directing the workers to move the furniture.

Seeing Yuhan coming, Lin Daxun hurriedly said, "Why do you have time to come back to see me today?" ”

"What is this for?" Yuhan didn't answer his father's words, and asked himself with doubts in his heart.

"Move! I found a new place to live, in a small mansion on Xinhua Street, with a single courtyard, and I have long lived in this shabby place. ”

"Where did you get the money to find a new house?"

"I've made some money in my business lately, and I have some money on hand." Father said proudly.

Yuhan thought of what Yao's mother said to her when she left, and she felt very uncomfortable.

"Your mother just passed away, and you're going to move to a new house for a better life?"

Lin Daxun saw that Yuhan was not happy for himself, but asked with a straight face, and said angrily: "You yourself are living a prosperous and rich life outside, but you can't see me living a good life?" ”

Yuhan was stunned, and in the face of her father's questioning, she was speechless. Yes, when her mother passed away, she was just getting used to the life of the old mansion, getting along well with James, having enough food and clothing, painting and enjoyment, and living a comfortable and comfortable life. If I had been by my mother's side at that time, wouldn't that have happened?

After a while, Lin Daxun saw that she was silent, and felt that she was talking too seriously, and her tone softened slightly.

"Now that your mother is gone, and you rarely come back, we don't have to complain about each other anymore."

Yuhan bowed her head and was silent, and after a long time, she spoke: "I want to pick up my mother's things and stay by my side to make a thought." ”

Lin Daxun also eased up a little and said: "That's right, if you have anything to keep, take it away quickly, and I will throw away the rest of the useless ones, so as not to move around and occupy space." ”

Yuhan didn't want to argue about her father's desperation, so she silently went upstairs and came to her mother's bedroom.

Large pieces of furniture have been removed from the bedroom, and a dozen bags and suitcases are stacked on the walls. Yuhan knelt on the ground and opened a suitcase to look through, and when she opened a few clothes on it, she found a small box at the bottom of the suitcase. She had seen the box before, and knew it was her mother's cherished object, but her mother had never let her see the contents of it. Yuhan thought that there must be something cherished by her mother.

It was a dark green wooden box, and the lid was inlaid with white shell decoration, and due to its age and frequent rubbing, the dark green paint on the corners of the box had turned white, and the decorative shells were rubbed smooth and shiny. It was once cherished and cherished by her mother, but now she is left alone here...... This box must be very sad and sad, right? Yuhan stroked the box, missing her mother, and tears rolled down in a row.

Yuhan slowly opened the box, and the contents exuded the smell of her mother, so familiar. At the top of the box is an old doll, the doll is the size of a palm, it is the appearance of a little girl made of scraps of cloth, it looks very familiar. Yuhan recalled that this was like a doll she played with when she was a child, and it should have been made by her mother herself, and it must have been when she grew up and didn't know when she no longer needed this playmate, so her mother collected it as a souvenir.

On the side of the doll is a hairpin, which glows with a silvery white light, and is inlaid with a red coral gemstone at the top. Yuhan had never seen this hairpin, and he didn't know where it came from. There were several letters pressed under the hairpin, and Yuhan took them out and looked through them one by one. There are letters written by my grandfather to my grandmother and mother when he was doing business in other places, there are letters written by my father to my mother, and there is also an unsigned letter. Yuhan opened the envelope, the letter paper inside was mottled, and the handwriting was a little immature. Yuhan carefully read the words on the paper.

"Miss, please help us, please see that Lao Xia has been following Master Hou for almost 20 years, you must save Lao Xia. I remember very well that it was indeed Aunt Lin who drove out that day, and Lao Xia stayed at home with us all day and never went out half a step. Aunt Lin came back very late, and Lao Xia was not at ease and deliberately waited for Aunt Lin to come back before going to sleep. But unexpectedly, the patrol room came to arrest someone the next day, saying that Lao Xia drove into someone and killed him, so he was arrested. Aunt Lin promised us to declare our grievances for Lao Xia, saying that he would be released soon after two days, but more than ten days have passed, and there is still no news. I worry every day, I'm afraid that after a long time, Lao Xia will be tortured in prison with three long and two short.

Master Hou has just passed away, you went back to your hometown for the funeral and did not return, Aunt Lin drove me and Xia Mu out of the Hou Mansion, our orphans and widows are helpless, desperate, and now temporarily live in the waste wood shed in the thatched cottage in the West District. I hope you can see this letter as soon as possible, help us, and save Lao Xia out. ”

Why would a mother treasure such a letter? Yuhan's heart was full of doubts.