Quickly wear the beautiful man, come to the bowl quickly

Chao Mu returned to Shi's home and brought back a pot of Qilixiang. He remembered his aunt's instructions to have enough sunshine and a suitable temperature. He made a lot of notes and then threw them to Forsythia as soon as he came back. He also repeated the instructions. Precautions.Seeing Forsythia's troubled expression, she finally found someone who specialized in taking care of this pot of flowers.

I feel very excited when I think that one day I will try the boldness of the rich.

how to say?

Just thinking about hiring a person to take care of this pot of seven-mile incense feels exciting.

After doing these things, Chao Mu relaxed and then thought of the envelope left by Shi Qing. Several days had passed.

Is it too late to open it now?

The content of the letter is an address.

Chao Mu took the letter and looked over it over and over. Except for an address, there was nothing else.After thinking about Shi Qing's recent state, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with whether he had read the envelope or not. The two of them were still going about their own lives, as if they didn't care at all whether they had read the letter or not.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Mu decided to go to the address on the letter.

Pulling Lao Liang, he finally arrived at his destination after twists and turns.

It was a very old house. Chao Mu stood outside the door, his mind filled with scenes from horror movies, and he retreated behind Lao Liang.

"Miss, are you sure you are here?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure." Chao Mu squinted his eyes and looked at the weeds as tall as a person in the yard. He couldn't help but shake his head. "I think we should stop looking. I don't think this is the place."

Just as he was talking, he noticed the room number next to him and looked at the address in the letter.

It’s here, you’ve got it right.

Chao Mu glanced at Lao Liang and raised his chin.Lao Liang licked his lips and pushed open the dilapidated iron door.

A "squeak" sound made Chao Mu take a few steps back in fright.

"Miss, there is nothing abnormal."

Chao Mu waved at him, gesturing for him to take a few more steps inside.Liang Mo grimaced, gritted his teeth, and walked inside.Before taking a few steps, the door not far away suddenly opened.Liang Mo froze there and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming out.

On the other hand, Chao Mu had already slipped into the car, locked the windows, and looked nervously at the iron door.It wasn't until he saw Liang Mo walking out with a relaxed look on his face and waving to him that he reluctantly got out of the car.

Mr. Cai behind him bowed politely.

"lady."

"Mr. Cai, why are you here?"

"Sir ordered me to wait for you here, Madam. I have been waiting for some time."

Chao Mu scratched his head. He was too embarrassed to say that he had forgotten the letter, so he could only smile awkwardly.

Following Mr. Cai, Chao Mu walked in the middle, allowing Liang Mo to feel a little safer.

The furniture in the house was covered with cloth. Although there was no trace of anyone living here, it was still clean and not as bleak as it looked from the outside.

"This is the house of Mr. Duan and Mrs. Duan." Mr. Cai stood aside and explained to Chao Mu, "The gentleman said that after you go to the room and take a look, you should understand his difficulties."

Chaomu followed the direction pointed by Mr. Cai and saw a small bedroom. He walked in doubtfully. When he opened the door, it was cleaner than expected. It seemed that someone came to clean it every day. There were many photos on the wall. Chaomu was one of them. One looked over and saw that the photo showed Duan Xing and Duan Mang when they were children.They still look very much like they did when they were children. The man and woman next to them should be Mr. Duan and his wife as Mr. Cai mentioned.

Could it be said that he has died a long time ago?

Thinking about it this way, it seems that Duan Mang has never mentioned it. In Duan Xing's information, family is briefly mentioned.

There is a desk in the bedroom. There are some spots on the desk, some old photos, and a carefully preserved notebook. Judging from the mottled marks on it, it has a long history. The cover has turned yellow. Mu opened the book curiously, and the delicate handwriting appeared in front of her eyes.