The successful opening of the combination lock indirectly proves that the owner of the box must be Mrs. Qian, as for the real owner of the room, there is no way to confirm Mo Chen's guess for the time being.

With such a sturdy appearance, I thought that after opening it, it would contain some gold and silver jewelry, or other valuable items, but to Mo Chen's surprise, there was only a small bottle in the box, and a thick pile of letters.

Mo Chen put the bottle to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, the fragrance was light and elegant, needless to say, the liquid contained in it was a perfume commonly used by modern women. Although the Qian family has rich assets, it is necessary for the housewife to use some noble rouge gouache, but in the era of the time, perfume and other objects are not popular things on the market, otherwise Mrs. Qian would not have collected them so carefully, and I think it should be a gift brought back to Mrs. Qian from abroad.

The letters are turned out one by one, and the surface of the envelope from top to bottom, from dull yellowing to the bottom of the envelope, is arranged in chronological order. On the top envelope, there are a few large characters written in crooked and ugly handwriting: "Mother's Father".

Mo Chen carefully took out the letter paper inside and unfolded it, the handwriting was as crooked as the cover, like a child who had just learned to read, and his handwriting was sloppy. Mo Chen quickly glanced at the content of the letter, confirming that this was a letter written by a child to his mother, and the content was probably expressing his longing for his mother, and complaining to his mother about his unsatisfactory feelings by the way. For example, he was ridiculed as an orphan by his playmates, and hoped that his mother could take him home as soon as possible to reunite. Some of the handwriting is blurred, and I don't know whether the letter writer was in tears when he put down the pen, wetting the pen and ink, or the person who read the letter was sad and weeping, leaving many tear stains on the letterhead.

"It's Master Qian!" Wang Lei leaned beside Mo Chen, read the content of the letter by the faint light of the corridor, and said firmly.

Judging from this young family letter, the letter's mood of looking forward to returning home and reuniting is indeed in line with Qian Tianlong's life experience. Since birth, because of the fortune teller's fate, he has been sent to the temple to live since he was a child.

Mo Chen took out the second letter, the content was roughly the same as the first, although it mentioned the recent situation of the letterman, but what the center wanted to express was still the matter of returning home. The third and fourth letters...... Looking at the handwriting on the surface of the envelope becoming more and more regular, there seemed to be an immature teenager in front of Mo Chen's eyes, sobbing under the lonely lamp in the quiet night, while writing the sorrow of homesickness.

Mo Chen looked at the handwriting on the envelope, skipped the crooked ugly words, and turned directly to the letter below, with neat handwriting and powerful letters. The letter was unfolded, and the powerful pen body fell on the paper, like a dragon soaring, and the child who wrote the letter finally grew up. It's just that the teenager who grew up didn't mention anything about returning home, but seemed to be reporting to his mother, detailing his recent academic achievements. Mo Chen noticed that the format of the early letters was written from right to left, in vertical lines, with the inscription at the bottom of the left side, and it was written with a brush dipped in ink. However, as a teenager who grew up, he wrote letters in the same format as today, starting from the upper left and writing horizontally to the right, and then changing the payment to the lower right of the letter paper and writing with a fountain pen. Not only that, but the content of the old letters is particularly old-fashioned, making people feel as if they are reading ancient Chinese and classical Chinese. The new letters, the content of the speeches, have been replaced with concise and easy-to-understand vernacular.

Mo Chen thought about it, in terms of time and age, the current era, the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, although the government was unstable and the people had many living habits, they still maintained the old-fashioned appearance, and in terms of letters, there would not be such a rapid change. Unless, the epistle, who has learned ahead of his time, is advanced in his thinking, and discards the old and follows the new.

As if confirming Mo Chen's conjecture, the letter is relatively close to the time, and the content mentions, "You have already received the gift sent to your mother!" This thing seems to be colorless, but the fragrance is abnormal, and the people here call it perfume, which is the beloved thing of some rich daughters and celebrities. Mother just needs to spray some on the clothes and it will smell pleasant, I hope you like it. ”

Mo Chen pointed to the handwriting on the letter and asked Zhang Zili what the two thought, Wang Lei said, "He seems to be deliberately pleasing his mother, and wants to use bribery to get the permission of the old lady so that he can go home early." ”

Zhang Zili pushed down his glasses, and the points he captured were very different from Wang Lei's, "Sir! I think that the person who wrote the letter may not be here at all, or maybe even live abroad at all. ”

Mo Chen smiled approvingly, his thoughts were the same as Zhang Zili's, but Wang Lei didn't think so, "It's just a bottle of perfume, like living in a big city like Shanghai, which rich lady's wife doesn't use this thing, look at what you said seems to be strange." ”

"It's not perfume, it's here!" Mo Chen pointed to a few words on the letter, "The word used by the letter writer 'people here call it perfume', that is to say, the term perfume is named by the locals, not a popular name." ”

"You mean, Qian Tianlong has been working as a monk abroad?" Wang Lei deliberately touched the top of his head, as if he was imitating Qian Tianlong's big bald head.

The letters in the back box are more recent, and the contents of the letters mention words such as France and foreigners, which confirms Mo Chen's statement, no matter who wrote the letters, at least, when he wrote these letters, he was abroad.

Judging from the contents of the letter, the letter writer seems to have been able to understand his mother's unspeakable distress since he became an adult, and his words were respectful and close, and he promised that after he had succeeded in his studies, he would return to his mother in a beautiful manner, be filial to his mother, and provide for her to live for the rest of his life.

As for this box with a combination lock, it is also one of the rare gifts mailed to his mother by the letter from abroad, and according to the password of the box, Mo Chen is sure that the mother mentioned in this letter is Mrs. Qian. What Mo Chen couldn't figure out was that the letterman's words were polite and humble, and he was respectful to Mrs. Qian, but what Mo Chen heard outside the window and Qian Tianlong who peeked out of the side could not connect the two in any way. What's more, the content of the mother-son conversation that Mo Chen overheard outside the window, Qian Tianlong seemed to be particularly concerned about being sent away by his parents since he was a child, and it could even be said that he had a strong hatred. Even when his father was killed and died, when he went home to mourn, he didn't look sad at all, and he spoke ill of his mother, what is going on?

Wang Lei yawned, with a tired face, "I don't know what time it is, should we go back?" ”

Thinking of Meng Xinyao and the others still locked in the guest room in the front yard, Mo Chen and Zhang Zili put the letter back in its original place, relocked the box, and everything in the house was restored to its original state.