Qiao Fanxing reined in his mind and took the two of them to wander around the manor casually.

Ye Qinbao found an excuse to leave.

After calling Qiao Jingchen, he waited for the other party to come over in the same place.

It only took a few minutes.

Behind Ye Qinbao, there was a man's mutual call: "Qinbao." ”

Ye Qinbao turned his face and saw Qiao Jingchen standing under the corridor not far away, waving at Ye Qinbao.

Ye Qinbao smiled and walked towards where Qiao Jingchen was, "Mr. Qiao." ”

Because in Qiao's house, I don't know when I will be seen by others.

Ye Qinbao still called the other party 'Mr. Qiao' for the sake of insurance.

"Have you had lunch?" Qiao Jingchen asked, a pair of gray eyes as warm as jade overflowing with tenderness.

Ye Qinbao was so stared at by the other party's gaze, and the whole person was warm.

After nodding, he said, "I've already eaten it." ”

Qiao Jingchen looked at Ye Qinbao in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out and rub her hair.

The soft touch of this moment is as good as ever.

Thinking of Qiao Jingyuan, Qiao Jingchen's chest seemed to be blocked with a ball of cotton.

It's especially uncomfortable to not be able to go up or down.

In the end, he smiled and said, "Fanxing should have taken you to take a look around the scenery just now, I'll take you inside." ”

Ye Qinbao nodded.

When Qiao Jingchen walked in front to lead the way, Ye Qinbao touched the top of his head, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger.

It was an amazing feeling, but she didn't even feel resistant.

Qiao Jingchen is a very kind elder to her.

"Ah Yuan was very naughty when he was a child, and he was always punished by his father, so he should be most familiar with this corridor." Qiao Jingchen said, smiling.

The bottom of my eyes is full of nostalgia.

Ye Qinbao looked at the corridor in front of him, and his eyes burst with light.

Her mother was always gentle and virtuous in front of her, but she didn't expect her mother to be as naughty as an ordinary child when she was a child.

Walked inside the building.

Qiao Jingchen looked at the room on the first floor, the tenderness in his gray eyes seemed to overflow, and said: "Ah Yuan likes hide and seek very much, every time he hides and seek, he has to hide in the room on the first floor, and after looking around, he basically catches a spot, what a silly girl." ”

Ye Qinbao glanced at the surrounding scenery.

I obviously want to imagine what my mother's life was like before.

But because she didn't know what her mother looked like when she was a child, she couldn't connect with the gentle and virtuous mother in the Ye family and such childish behavior.

I couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Qiao Jingchen suddenly turned his face to look at her and said, "The eyes are exactly the same as Ah Yuan's." ”

The eyes are similar.

Vibrant.

It seems that he will never succumb to the gaze of life.

Ye Qinbao looked at the tenderness in Qiao Jingchen's eyes.

This man was obviously looking into her eyes, but she felt that Qiao Jingchen seemed to see another person through her own eyes.

"Mr. Qiao's relationship with my mother should be the best in this family, right?" Ye Qinbao asked and laughed.

Otherwise, after so many years, Qiao Jingchen is still thinking about his sister.

It's really rare.

Qiao Jingchen nodded, and a trace of emotion that Ye Qinbao couldn't understand flashed in his eyes.

When she wanted to take a closer look, there was only tenderness left in the gray eyes in front of her.

"I'll take you to see Ah Yuan's room." Qiao Jingchen changed the topic and took a step to lead the way in front.

Ye Qinbao hurried to follow.

Thinking that he would soon be able to meet a mother he had never seen before, Ye Qinbao became inexplicably nervous.

Qiao Jingyuan's room is on the corner of the second floor.

The other rooms are all in the same style and color, but Qiao Jingyuan's door is pink.

There is also a sign hanging on it, which reads: "Ah Yuan's room, idlers are not allowed to enter!" ”

The font of the Q version shows the soft girlish heart of the owner of the room.

Qiao Jingchen's gaze also lingered on this door for a long time, as if he had thought of too many old things through this door.

Ye Qinbao looked at the man's stunned appearance, and suddenly felt a little cruel.

She came here to know her mother's past.

Every inch she looks at makes her happy.

But Qiao Jingchen, every time he recalls a scene, he has to be sad.

This is too cruel for the other party.

"Uncle......" Ye Qinbao shouted in a low voice, "Don't be sad, I think my mother must still be alive, but she just didn't contact us." ”

Qiao Jingchen suddenly came back to his senses, smiled at Ye Qinbao, and said, "That's right, Ah Yuan must still be alive." ”

After saying that, he opened the door.

Ye Qinbao took a step in.

Pretending not to hear the tremor in the man's last note.

A room that has not been inhabited for more than twenty years should have been filled with the smell of dust.

But after Ye Qinbao entered the door, he only smelled a faint fragrance.

It seems strange, but it does evoke Ye Qinbao's memory of his mother.

The decoration of the room is very girly, and everything is not covered with the slightest dust because of the departure of the owner.

On the contrary, it is still alive.

It seems that in the next moment, someone will open the door and come in, live here, live.

It seems that Qiao Jingchen must have been taking care of this room for so many years.

Ye Qinbao greedily looked at everything in front of him.

"Let's see, I'll get some tea ready." Qiao Jingchen was standing at the door, his eyes seemed to be a little red.

It was a little far away, and Ye Qinbao didn't dare to distinguish it carefully, for fear that he would accidentally uncover the wound in the man's heart.

I could only nod and say, "Thank you, uncle." ”

Qiao Jingchen closed the door and left.

Ye Qinbao's eyes looked at the desk inch by inch, the chair, the princess bed, the ornaments on the bedside table, the doll at the bedside, and the playful patterns on the carpet.

All of this is written about my mother's past.

Ye Qinbao suddenly wanted to cry.

also understood the reason why Qiao Jingchen was reluctant to step into this room.

The ceiling bookcases that occupy an entire wall are filled with books.

My mother in my memory is indeed a very fond reader.

Ye Qinbao looked at the past, and there were many books related to architectural design.

It is enough to prove her mother's love for this aspect when she was a girl.

But what prompted his mother to leave Qiao's family and go to the unaccompanied country Z, and after finding Ye Zhenshan to get married, she never chased her dream again?

Ye Qinbao couldn't figure it out.

She is not Ye Zhenshan's daughter.

So who is her father?

Throwing all these incomsurable questions out of his mind, Ye Qinbao's eyes fell on the huge photo albums on the right side of the bookshelf.

After thinking about it for a long time, Ye Qinbao felt that Qiao Jingchen should not blame himself for looking through these photo albums.

I couldn't wait to take out one of them.

After opening it, I found that it was basically a group photo.

During this period, they all had the appearance of Qiao Jingchen and his mother when they were young.

Indeed, as Qiao Jingchen said, her eyes are very similar to her mother's.

Especially when Qiao Jingyuan was young, it was simply carved out of a mold.

There are all kinds of group photos, and at the bottom of them are marked how many years this is a family photo.

Ye Qinbao looked all the way, and then opened the second book, and sure enough, it was a record album of his mother's childhood to adulthood.

There was basically no record before the age of one, and it should have been brought back to Qiao's house at that time.

Basically every major event in the back is accompanied by a different photo.

Ye Qinbao looked at the photo, wanted to cry for a while, and wanted to laugh for a while.

The third album is small and small, and the photos on it are also disorganized.

It looks like a child took a picture of it himself.

Ye Qinbao guessed that this should be his mother's photo album.

I was just about to go through it when there was a knock on the door.

Ye Qinbao was inexplicably a little nervous, and leaned to the door to open the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief after finding out that it was Qiao Jingchen.

Qiao Jingchen walked in, put the dessert and black tea on the table, and then asked Ye Qinbao with a smile: "What are you looking at?" ”

Ye Qinbao was inexplicably weak-hearted, and said; "I flipped through the photo album just now, uncle, can I read it?"

Qiao Jingchen rubbed her hair again and said, "Of course." ”

Ye Qinbao quickly perked up and asked Qiao Jingchen, "The small photo album at the back was taken by my mother herself, right?" ”

Qiao Jingchen nodded and said, "For a while, Ah Yuan wanted to be a photographer. ”

Ye Qinbao's eyes lit up and asked, "Then what?" ”

Qiao Jingchen smiled: "Then it's over." ”

Ye Qinbao didn't expect that his mother, who had been teaching him since he was a child, that he couldn't give up halfway in anything, would have such a past.

He laughed as if he had secretly discovered some little secret.

Qiao Jingchen said that he could watch it, Ye Qinbao hurriedly took out the third album, wanting to appreciate his mother's previous photography skills.

At first, everything was disorganized, and it looked like a snap.

The photos in the back have clearly become planned, and many of them are particularly meaningful.

Ye Qinbao couldn't help but sigh and said, "Mother is very powerful. ”

Qiao Jingchen looked at her with a smile and didn't interrupt silently.

Ye Qinbao flipped all the way back and found that it was all scenery at first, but gradually transformed into a portrait later.

Captured by passers-by, or photographed by family members.

One of the photos inexplicably attracted Ye Qinbao's attention.

It was a photo on the playground carousel, which was supposed to be a selfie.

At the foreground of the shot is a mother who looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and behind her are smiling passers-by.

This is not the most attractive place for Ye Qinbao, but there is a young man sitting on the third wooden horse behind Qiao Jingyuan.

Although I didn't look at the camera here.

But those brown eyes and black hair evoked Ye Qinbao's memory.

The boy in the photo is clearly the little boy in the photo that Mr. Li showed to himself when he was in the hospital before!

is what Li Yanchuan's brother will look like when he grows up!

Why did Qiao Jingyuan go to the playground to take a selfie with Li Yanchuan's brother Li Xuchuan?

Ye Qinbao couldn't help but take Qiao Jingchen's hand, pointed to the young man in the photo, and asked, "Uncle, do you know this child?" ”

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