In the picture, she looks so small, baby's fat cheeks, thick black hair, looks so cute.
Yi Jinli never knew that he would even look at a child who was fascinated. But at the moment, looking at the small person in the picture, he has a kind of affection from his heart, and even thought that if this small person appeared in the present, he would just be afraid that he could not help hugging her and kissing her.
Is it because the child was her childhood relationship? That's why it makes him feel cute. This kind of feeling doesn't exist when looking at other children.
Yi Jin took out the photos one by one.
These photos, at the beginning, are still some photos of Ling with her mother, and later become her own.
The number of photos of her in the photos seems to be larger than those with her mother, such as four or five years old, and then five or six years old...
the number of these photos is not much, at least less than the number of photos with her mother before.
Ling still looked at the photos, as if feeling, "my mother used to like to take photos with me when she was alive. Later, she died, and my photos were much less."
There are only a few photos occasionally, and most of them are her own. It's like her father's new family. She can't fit in like that.
All of a sudden, Yi Jin's eyes suddenly narrowed, and her eyes were fixed on one of the photos, even the action of taking photos from the burnt black album stopped.
"What's the matter?" Ling is still confused.
"This picture of you..." his voice paused. "How old were you?"
Ling still saw that the little girl in the photo was wearing a floral skirt, standing in front of a fence, with a lush mountain in the background behind her.
Looking at this picture, Ling still has some warmth in her eyes. "It's probably my picture when I was 8 or 9 years old. That's how I like this flower skirt, but it's expensive. At that time, it seemed that it would cost more than 100 yuan. Only when the conditions at home were better, could I buy such a skirt for the child. I didn't dare to tell Grandma at that time, but grandma saw that I like this skirt and saved it Money, bite your teeth and buy it for me. "
Grandma's feelings for her will be remembered all her life.
The more she grew up, the more she understood that this flower skirt was not easy. I'm afraid grandma bought this skirt for her at that time. It was under great pressure. Grandpa, uncle, uncle, aunt, they would all accuse grandma of not spending the money.
After all, more than 100 yuan, for them at that time, one person's income per month was only 800 yuan, while grandma's income was all earned by her grandmother from all kinds of hand-made work.
"What was the name of the place where you lived?" Yi Jin asked in a voice. It's just his voice, with a trace of imperceptible strangeness.
"It was called Lujia village at that time. Now it's not the combination of capital village and village. It's changed to Shanglu town." Ling still wondered how the other side could ask this. Before that, he had come to Shanglu town to find her. Didn't he know the name of the place?
Yi Jin's eyes sank a little. "This skirt is rare in your town?"
"I don't know if there are many in the town, but I was the only one in the village at that time. At that time, my cousin was angry for a long time. She always said that grandma was partial and wanted to take the skirt away from me. " Ling still said, thinking of her cousin's gorgeous and exhilarating appearance at that time, it was like a little kid to relieve her anger.
"And then? Did she take that skirt? " He asked.
"Later, when I went out to play, the skirt broke and I couldn't wear it. After that time, I got sick." She said.