After returning home, Song Xiaoxiao put these clothes in her mother's room, Lin Jiahui was a little helpless to ask Song Xiaoxiao to stop spending money to buy clothes for her, but she was very happy in her heart, and felt that her daughter was sensible, and she was very pleased.

I am also very glad that I still have my daughter with me now. When she thought of this, Lin Jiahui thought of Dugu Mo, subconsciously she always felt that Dugu Mo was very familiar, with eyebrows and side faces, she was the kind of person who people would not forget at a glance, not love, but a deep and warm feeling.

Song Xiaoxiao could see her mother's unconcealed happiness, so she went back to the room with confidence.

Lin Jiahui found the small warehouse, cleaned up the room, and turned over the wooden box that she had not opened for more than ten years in the wall pavilion, this wooden box has a history of more than 20 years, it was handed down by the Song family, and there were some old things in it, Lin Jiahui remembered that when her little father was still alive, she told herself that there were good friends of the old man in it.

Mother Song gently took out the things one by one, put them on the table, wiped them one by one with a towel, and sat on the chair to look at these old things, there are notebooks, there are photo frames, there are photos of the old man's era, and there are genealogies.

When she picked up the photo frame, Song's mother realized why she felt that Dugu Mo was familiar, the handsome man standing side by side with the old man in the photo, wearing a dark long coat, every button was neatly arranged, every edge and corner of the clothes showed a three-dimensional visual sense, his appearance, eyes, eyebrows, nose and mouth, like a carved work of art, and Dugu Mo have 90% similarity, it can be said that it is carved out of a mold, is Dugu Mo his descendant? Lin Jiahui couldn't help but think so.

Lin Jiahui didn't know who this person standing with the old man Song was, just looking at the aura and gaze, they were extremely shocking, even more than Dugu Mo, if Dugu Mo was a fierce wolf, then this person standing side by side with the old man was the king of the wolves, noble and cold, and the position where he stood in the photo was also the center.

Mother Song carefully looked at every position in this photo, and wrote a line of small words in the lower right corner: I took a photo with my brother Dugu Hanzhi, sworn in 1956.

These things seem to have been passed down for so many years as the inheritance of the Song family, and they should be very precious to the old man Song, although Song's mother can't solve this mystery, but she also knows the preciousness of this thing, and after reading it, she put it in a wooden box and locked it again.

In this way, the Dugu family and the Song family should still have a relationship, even if she has never known each other in her generation, and now Xiaoxiao and Dugu Mo's acquaintance may be fate.

Thinking like this, Song's mother is no longer worried that Dugu Mo's appearance is a blessing or a curse for Song Xiaoxiao, with the friendship of the older generation, she must know in the future that the two families have contacts, which may be beneficial to Song Xiaoxiao's future development.

When Song's mother thinks of her daughter, she always loses her square inch, worrying about all aspects, for fear that her daughter will be hurt a little bit, this may be the heart of parents in the world, every mother will love her children more than her own life.

However, there is always a kind of people in this world who will break your three views, they are parents, but they regard their children as bargaining chips in exchange for the wealth they want, they are insatiable, they feel that they are heaven and earth in their hearts, even if they lose their dignity, they will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.