She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Manman, what are you holding in your hands?"

Seeing Manshu coming home, Professor Yan's eyes fell on the iron box in her hand.

Professor Yan had sharp eyes and could tell at a glance that the iron box was quite old.

“It’s an old thing someone gave me.”

Manshu showed the iron box to Professor Yan.

“It’s a bit old, but it’s well preserved.”

Seeing that Manshu had no intention of showing it to him further, Professor Yan did not open the box to see what was inside.

He handed the iron box back to Manshu and asked suspiciously, "Are you interested in antiques too?"

"That's not the case." Although Manshu did not reject it, he did not deliberately learn how to appraise treasures.

She just said, "This was given to me by the director of the orphanage. She said it was a relic of that old lady."

"The orphanage used to be the old house of Mr. Lin and his aunt. Maybe some of their things from the past are left here."

Professor Yan nodded: "So, why was this thing given to you?"

Shouldn't it be handed over to the descendants of the Lin family?

"Because they don't know that Xiaolong is the descendant of my old aunt."

Manshu didn't explain much. Professor Yan waved his hand and asked her to carry the things upstairs.

They are open-minded people and will not ask too many questions or pry into their granddaughter's privacy.

It was because Manshu knew this that he dared to show the things to Professor Yan.

After taking it upstairs, she locked the door.

After opening the iron box, the first thing that caught my eye was two marriage certificates.

"The two families are united in marriage and the contract is signed in one hall. The marriage is eternal and they are a perfect match. Look at the bright peach blossoms on this day, which is suitable for the family. I predict that in the years to come, your family will be prosperous and brilliant. I respectfully write this promise to be together until old age on this piece of paper, so that the covenant of red leaves can be recorded in the love genealogy." This is the proof.

The words in the marriage certificate are very beautiful and well preserved. It can be seen at first glance that the couple is truly in love.

There was also a photo attached, which was taken when the two got married. The old aunt was wearing a cheongsam and Mr. Lin was wearing a long gown.

One is graceful and elegant, the other is as handsome as jade.

The two of them are very well matched.

This photo is a bit blurry, and there was indeed no better preservation technology in that era.

There were also some other things in the iron box, such as a dried flower, a purse, etc.

Presumably, the items inside were either my aunt’s favorite things or gifts from Mr. Lin.

There is also a small box in the iron box, and the small box has a mechanical lock.

Manshu really couldn't solve this problem, and she was worried that brute force would destroy the self-destruct device of the mechanism lock, and then the things inside would be destroyed.

Holding the small box, Manshu ran downstairs.

Professor Yan happened to be going back to his room to sleep.

Manshu didn't care about anything else and quickly called the person to stop.

"Grandpa, please help me take a look at this."

"What?" Professor Yan looked curiously at what his granddaughter was holding.

Manshu handed it over directly.

Professor Yan took a look and raised his eyebrows: "What a sophisticated lock."

Each lock is different, but the principles of unlocking are similar.

"Can it be opened?"

Professor Yan's mouth twitched: "Although your grandfather is quite knowledgeable about ancient culture, I am still not good at things like mechanical locks."

Manshu stopped immediately.

Yes, how could Professor Yan, such a decent person, learn all kinds of lock-picking skills?

He is not a tomb robber!

and many more!

Tomb robbery!

Manshu suddenly thought of someone.

I won’t be able to sleep tonight!

She went back to her room, got a bag, put the small box in it, then set the alarm and waited to get up on time at two in the morning.

Then he tiptoed downstairs without disturbing anyone.