Beauty Gathered: the Second Dimension of Shen Lin

At this moment, Hiromi Suuchi walked over here.

"Sorry Yukiko"

Seeing a group of people discussing there, Suzui Hiromi showed an embarrassed look.

"No, no, it's not helpful to say it." Yukiko waved her hand.

"But let's stay here tonight, after all, we are not together anymore," Hiromi Suuchi laughed.

"certainly"

For the invitation to be a good friend since childhood, Yukiko smiled on her pretty face, and agreed wholeheartedly.She doesn't much disturb others' awareness of competing for the will.Before she died, she made a lot of money, so she didn't have much ability to understand the meaning of a group of people vying for the will.

Spoiled... Cough, not to mention Papa-sang who has done everything from grabbing things from the bank.

Chapter 760 Two: Sure enough, my mother was also a bear child when I was a child, um, worse than me...

From day to dusk, the setting sun is like blood

The afterglow of the setting sun, which dyed half of the clouds red, enveloped the ground.

"Really, I can't find it no matter what I look for"

In the warehouse, the woman buried in the box made a slightly anxious voice.

"I couldn't find it here either, but what happened? I couldn't even find a single photo." Looking at Hiromi Suzuchi, Yukiko asked.

"It seems that my uncle took them all away when he went to Brazil, leaving no one behind," said Hiromi Suuchi.

I originally planned to look for photos from the past as a reference, but after rummaging through the warehouse for a while, I couldn't even find a single photo.

Sitting upright on the steps of the warehouse, Yaoyue leaned her back casually on the edge of the door, holding a comic book with yellowed paper in her hand and reading there.

The structure of the painting is very simple, at least for now it is true, but the content of the comics are funny comics, with snacks, so Yaoyue sat there very peacefully.

Flipping through it casually, a hard piece of paper floated down from the pages of the book.

Raising her hand to take out the fallen piece of paper, Yaoyue realized that it was an old photo.

"Photos? Is this what you're looking for?"

After carefully looking at the photo, Yaoyue raised her head and said.

"Eh? Is that so? Let me see." Yukiko walked over.

"There is still a mother in the photo..." Yaoyue said, "Sure enough, my mother was also a bad boy when she was young, um, even worse than me..."

You Xizi didn't look at the photo she took in a handful, but stretched out her hand to pinch Yaoyue's cheek.

Based on the year at that time, the photos taken were naturally black and white.

The people photographed are probably members of the baseball team. In the middle of the baseball team, the relatively burly man seems to be the uncle of Suuchi Yoshibo and Suuchi Hiromi.And in front of the baseball team are Yukiko and Hiromi Suuchi from childhood.

"Oh...it's true, look, the person in the center of the photo is rightly Uncle Yoshifusa," said Hiromi Suuchi.

"But the person in the photo is too young to be used as a reference," said Suuchi Hiromi's husband, Suzui Hidekazu.

"And wearing a hat, I can't see my face very clearly," said Keiko Suuchi, Hiromi Suuchi's younger sibling.

"But this is really nostalgic. This is a photo from the baseball game in our town. I still remember it clearly. During that game, my uncle was hurt by a spiked shoe." Hiromi Suzui looked nostalgic .

"Yes, I heard that there are still a few stitches in the hospital," Yukiko subconsciously said.

"If the stitches have been stitched, the wounds on the body will still be there," Yaoyue said.

"Eh!"

"Hiromi, come on!"

Standing on the wooden porch, Yukiko gave a cheering gesture to Hiromi Suuchi who was holding a teacup.

Hiromi Suuchi nodded, and then pushed open the shoji door.

In the room, Yoshifuo Suuchi was sitting on the tatami and reading the newspaper, while Carlos was doing there quietly.

"I brought the tea, Uncle Yifang"

"Thank you Hiromi"

The following process is very simple. In the name of serving tea, Hiromi Suiuchi deliberately knocked over the cup during the process, causing the tea to spill on the feet of Gifu Suiuchi, and then rolled up the other party's trouser legs to check whether there is any that scar.

"No! No scar!"

Hiromi Suuchi's words were passed on, instantly attracting several people who were waiting outside to open the door and enter.

"Scars? Could it be this?"

Suuai Yifang lifted up the trouser leg of his right leg, exposing the wound above the ankle with traces of stitches.

"In a baseball game 30 years ago, my foot accidentally went over the first base, and the baserunner used a spike shoe to make this wound," said Yoshibo Suuchi.

"What, isn't there a scar?"

"So is he real?"

The rest of the people who broke in frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the fact that their inheritance would be divided after one more person.

Yaoyue quietly nestled in Youxizi's arms, watching these people with some bad expressions as if watching from the sidelines.

Papa Sang doesn't understand this kind of behavior, but it doesn't prevent him from watching it in bad taste.