This is the first time Qiao Yue has come back since she left Sumu Village.

When she left, she clearly remembered that everything on the bookcase had been put away and taken away, because they knew that they would not come back to this place for a long time.

Then this box must have been put here by my mother later.

Did my mother come here when she was leaving? Qiao Yue didn't know that her mother had never mentioned it to her.

Yes, this is where my mother was born and raised, and she has all her happy memories, and when she decides to leave, she will want to come back and see it.

Qiao Yue's hand gently stroked the small sandalwood box, which was well preserved, with a smooth and shiny surface.

There is a small brass lock on the side, but it is not locked on it, but is tied with a red thread.

Before opening the box, Qiao Yue shook it slightly, and there was a very slight sound inside, and from the sound alone, she couldn't tell what was inside.

Qiao Yue untied the red thread that tied the keyhole, then gently pinched the copper hanging piece and slowly lifted the lid of the sandalwood box.

Seeing the things inside, Qiao Yue's eyes instantly turned red, all of them were things related to her, obviously this box was specially left for her by her mother.

She picked up a small sealed bag that contained a few tiny teeth, baby teeth she had replaced as a child.

There was also a pair of small silver bracelets and a delicate longevity lock, which she also wore when she was a child, and was a gift from her grandmother for her first birthday. Colorful Chinese

There was also a small red cloth ball with a red thread on it that could be worn on the wrist, and the small cloth ball contained the fetal hair that she had cut out when she was 100 days old.

Qiao Yue looked at everything in it carefully, feeling her mother's deep love for her that needed to be told.

Further down, there are some photos of her when she was a child, from 100 days to middle school, there are more than a dozen, some of them are taken by her alone, but most of them are taken by her mother holding her, but her father's figure rarely appears.

At that time, my mother was so beautiful, so gentle, so beautiful, her eyes were full of the brilliance of maternal love, and she was holding a little tuantuan like this.

Qiao Yue found that the more she grew up, the more she looked like her mother, and even her eyes were very similar.

People say that her daughter is like her father, but Qiao Yue found that she was very much like her mother, the contours of her eyebrows and eyes, the smile at the corners of her mouth, and even her full forehead were all copies of her mother.

Qiao Yue had never seriously looked at the photos of her mother and herself, she thought that these things had been lost when the family suffered a lot of disasters, but she didn't expect them to be so cherished by her mother.

Qiao Yue raised her hand, gently wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, put the photo back away, and carefully placed it aside.

She picked up the bottom stack of papers and flipped through them one by one.

The top one was her birth certificate, a thin layer of paper that had yellowed in color. Below is a hand-drawn greeting card, which was a gift for her mother on Mother's Day when she was in kindergarten, and it was also the first gift she gave to her mother.

The picture drawn with colored pens on it now looks particularly immature, and there are five big colorful characters written crookedly next to it, Qiao Yue still remembers that she couldn't write at that time, it was the teacher who helped her write it, and she painted it herself.

Looking at the extremely immature greeting card, the corners of Qiao Yue's mouth couldn't help but hook slightly, but her eyes were moist.