In front of Lin Ruoxi and Yang Cheng was a bright room of more than 50 square meters.
On the other side of the room was a balcony overlooking the courtyard outside. There were black carved metal tables and chairs on the balcony, and a few pots of green plants were trembling in the early spring.
The white chiffon swayed in the wind, and the warm light spread into the dust-free wooden floor.
Lin Ruoxi walked into the room and reached out to touch the relatively old-fashioned TV cabinet. On her left was a large bed that was more than two meters wide.
Mother Wang had already changed into her bedding, and the three white wooden wardrobes in the room were also filled with Lin Ruoxi's expensive clothes.
In the right corner of the room was a small passage that led to a wardrobe and a bathroom. Naturally, there were a lot of Lin Ruoxi's luggage in there, but Mother Wang didn't dare to touch it, so she left it there for the time being.
Above the large bed, there was a western landscape painting hanging on the wall. The yellow flowers that covered the mountains and plains seemed to have swept up a fragrant wind. In fact, this room was indeed emitting a faint fragrance.
Yang Cheng could tell that this fragrance wasn't from Lin Ruoxi's original room, but was left behind by the original owner of this room.
Of course, this description was a little strange, but many of Lin Ruoxi's mother Xue Zijing's things were still stored in this room, such as some handicrafts, some books that she liked when she was alive, and some stationery.
The dressing table was also from that era, and the mirror had been wiped and was as bright as new.
There was an old photo in the frame on the bedside table.
Lin Ruoxi walked over and picked up the photo frame. At the same time, she slowly sat on the soft bed and caressed the three people in the photo. She was in a daze.
Yang Cheng walked forward and recognized the two women in the photo. They were the late old CEO and Xue Zijing. In Xue Zijing's arms was a baby girl wrapped in a white fluffy blanket. It should be Lin Ruoxi's childhood appearance.
At that time, Xue Zijing looked like Lin Ruoxi today, but compared to Lin Ruoxi's cold beauty, she was a little more gentle and had a faint smile on her face.
Lin Ruoxi murmured a few words in a low voice, and then she put down the photo frame and opened the drawer of the bedside table.
Mother Wang hadn't touched the things in the drawer. After all, they had just moved in yesterday and didn't have time to clean everything, so when she opened the drawer, there was a little dust.
Lin Ruoxi reached out to sweep the dust away, and the things in the drawer could be seen clearly. It was a thick photo album and some dried rose petals.
Yang Cheng sighed in his heart. His mother-in-law, whom he had never met, was really a sentimental lady. Why would she put rose petals in the drawer for no reason? Could it be to decorate the drawer?
Lin Ruoxi's attention was attracted by the photo album. When she saw the old photo on the bedside table, too many memories had been evoked, and at this moment, she couldn't wait to take out the photo album.
Suddenly realizing that Yang Cheng was beside her, Lin Ruoxi frowned and carefully thought about whether she had any embarrassing photos when she was young. There didn't seem to be any in her memory, so she opened the photo album with relief.
Yang Cheng was also very interested in looking at the old photo album, so he sat beside Lin Ruoxi.
Lin Ruoxi felt the whole bed bounce, and her eyebrows slightly knitted, "Be gentle, what if you break the bed?"
"It's not that bad, we're not fat. If we move a little, the bed won't break." Yang Cheng said.
"So rough." Lin Ruoxi said, "Separate a bit, it's too tight, I'm very uncomfortable like this."
"I don't feel anything apart, I'm more comfortable like this." Yang Cheng just smiled and said, but suddenly felt that this conversation was too ambiguous, so he couldn't help but laugh.
Lin Ruoxi was just about to look at the photo, why did this guy suddenly laugh like a lunatic, and curiously asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Yang Cheng playfully moved closer to Lin Ruoxi's ear and said with a hot breath, "If our conversation was heard by others, what do you think they would think?"
Lin Ruoxi seriously pondered for a moment, and when she thought of Yang Cheng's bad thinking, she immediately understood, and her face turned pink. She angrily glared at Yang Cheng, and ignored him, and opened the photo album in her hand.
The first page of the photo album made the two surprised, it was not a family photo, but Xue Zijing's private photo.
Xue Zijing was wearing a blue and white sailor uniform of that era, standing in front of a middle school with a sweet smile on her face. The photo was already yellowed, but it could still be clearly seen that it was a middle school in Beijing.
"Your mother has always been from Beijing?" Yang Cheng asked.
Lin Ruoxi pondered for a moment before she shook her head, "I don't know. My mother's family has already migrated overseas, and there wasn't any news about me when I was young. My grandmother and my mother didn't mention anything about me, either. Maybe it's true. Didn't Aunty Guo mention that they knew each other since young?"
As they flipped through the pages, most of them were photos of Xue Zijing growing up. Although it was different from what the two had imagined, it was evident that Lin Ruoxi was very interested in learning about her mother's life.
This could be said to be a form of sorrow, as the daughter only had the opportunity to see these memories after her mother passed away.
After flipping through dozens of pages, there were suddenly a few group photos of Xue Zijing.
There was another girl in the group photos, and both of them looked somewhat familiar. After a closer look, wasn't that Guo Xuehua?!
Lin Ruoxi and Yang Cheng looked at each other. The two of them had long heard from Guo Xuehua about her friendship with Xue Zijing. They had a good sisterly relationship, and this time, it was confirmed once again.
The two of them, each with their own beauty, left quite a few marks on the photos of their high school years. Then, in their university years, the two of them still appeared together, and at that time, they had truly become young ladies.
"Your mother really looks like you," Yang Chen said. He already felt that way when they were in front of the tombstone.
Lin Ruoxi squinted at him discontentedly, "How can you compare me like this? I'm very similar to my mother. "
When Lin Ruoxi said this, she was obviously a little proud. In her heart, she was still proud of having a beautiful mother. Perhaps it was this pride that made her especially respectful of her mother. When Xue Zijing was still alive, she didn't dare to be close to her mother.
Yang Cheng smiled embarrassedly. Why did it feel so weird when he said it?
When they flipped the photos again, there was finally a change in the photos, and this change almost instantly stunned Lin Ruoxi and Yang Cheng.
They saw a photo of a lake, in which Xue Zijing and Guo Xuehua stood prettily beside a tall and handsome man. The man looked a lot older than the two girls, and he looked very mature.
This was nothing, but the key was that this man was someone that Yang Cheng and Lin Ruoxi both knew — Ning Guangyao! Premier Ning!?
Although the young Ning Guangyao was more handsome than he was now, they could still clearly recognize that his general appearance hadn't changed much.
Too many thoughts flashed through Yang Cheng's mind in an instant …
When they first met, Ning Guangyao kept staring at Lin Ruoxi, but it was clearly not a man's gaze towards a woman …
Later, they met Ning Guangyao at the headquarters, and he insisted that Yang Pojun treat Guo Xuehua well and not to put Guo Xuehua in confinement …
After that, he went to her mother's and grandmother's grave with Lin Ruoxi, saw the black Audi at the foot of the mountain, and saw the bouquet of redbud flowers that Lin Ruoxi said were given by people all year round …
The thought that he had already guessed made Yang Cheng's scalp tingle at this moment. Looking at Lin Ruoxi, who looked a little stunned and confused, Yang Cheng frowned deeply, and his face was solemn.
Lin Ruoxi didn't notice that Yang Cheng was so emotional. At this moment, she was very surprised. How did her mother and Ning Guangyao know each other?
"Honey, stop looking. Let's go down for lunch!" Yang Cheng reached out and pressed a page of the photo album as he said to Lin Ruoxi with a smile.
Lin Ruoxi came back to her senses and said with a frown, "You only know how to eat. What's the rush? Mother Wang will call us."
"I want to eat the dishes you cook," Yang Chen said with a serious expression.
Lin Ruoxi rolled her eyes at him. "Stop fooling around. Mother Wang and Mom are in the kitchen, and Zhenxiu is also helping. I can't do anything at all. Take your hand away, I haven't finished looking. "
Yang Cheng thought to himself, "If you keep looking, something bad might really happen!"
But he couldn't tear the photo album or knock Lin Ruoxi out. With Lin Ruoxi's intelligence, she would definitely notice that something was wrong with him and investigate some hidden things.
Helpless, Yang Cheng let go of his hand and hoped that nothing shocking would appear later.
However, bad things always happen when you least want them to happen …
Lin Ruoxi only flipped one page, and a photo appeared that made Yang Cheng so depressed that he wanted to smash the bed board with his fist …
It was a group photo that was especially big, but Guo Xuehua wasn't in it. It was just Xue Zijing and Ning Guangyao!
What was more difficult to ignore was that Xue Zijing was leaning into Ning Guangyao's arms like a little bird, and Ning Guangyao's eyes were also filled with deep love.
This photo should have been taken in a photo studio. In that era, other than lovers, who would go to a photo studio to take a wedding dress photo?!
On the side of the photo, there were a few lines of beautiful black handwriting written with a fountain pen. Even now, it was clearly visible …
"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the tail.
Every day I think of you but don't see you, and we drink the water of the Yangtze River together.
When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?
I only hope that your heart is like mine, and that you won't let me down … "
When Lin Ruoxi finished reading these words in her clear and gentle voice, her originally pink and pretty face had turned ghastly pale. Her thin lips trembled slightly, and the two hands that were holding the photo album were slightly bent and stiff.
The room was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.
Yang Cheng could hear Lin Ruoxi's trembling heartbeat. It was so indecisive, shocked, and uneasy.
"That … Ruoxi darling, what does this poem mean?" Yang Cheng tried to divert Lin Ruoxi's attention, so that she could relax.
Lin Ruoxi was stunned for a long time. She didn't answer, but instead, she flipped to the next page of the photo album …
This time, there were a few smaller photos, but without exception, they were all photos of Xue Zijing and Ning Guangyao laughing together. In fact, many of them could be seen that they had taken the photos themselves. The affection between them could be felt with just a glance.
In the end, there was finally a photo that was different, or rather … it was incomplete …
It was a photo that had been torn in half. In the photo, only Xue Zijing was left. She was wearing a white floral dress that complemented her temperament, and she was smiling like a flower.
Beside her, there was originally another person, but it had been torn apart.
The photo was directly stuffed into the photo album, so when Lin Ruoxi picked up the photo, she saw two ancient words scribbled on the back: "Even if there are a thousand kinds of amorous feelings, who do you want to tell?"
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