Chapter 415

"President Qiao?"

Xiao Zhang waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Qiao Ansheng's reply. He couldn't help shouting.

Qiao Ansheng returned to her senses. She buckled the pen in her hand into the pen cap, pushed away the chair and stood up: "well, I see. Please send it to me."

Xiao Zhang acted neatly. Almost when Qiao Ansheng came to the door, she had already pushed the door open with something in her arms.

Qiao Ansheng stared at the paper box sent thousands of miles away. The box was not big and there should be no big things. She squatted down and cut layers of adhesive tape with an art knife.

The box hissed and opened.

It still came to her face. It was a familiar smell. Like what she smelled in the archives that day, the smell of paper corruption.

Qiao Ansheng was rushed by the smell, pinched his nose, leaned back slightly, slapped the smell with his hand, and then leaned over and looked into the box

I saw such a big box, only a yellow envelope, which was fixed in the center by bubble paper.

The yellow envelope looks like something from the last century. It's really very old-fashioned. I don't know whether it's water stains or something on the cover.

Qiao Ansheng reached out and picked up the envelope.

It's heavy.

She opened the seal and made a plop from the inside

A very old cowhide notebook fell out.

The notebook is rare in the market now. It also has experienced many vicissitudes. The good cow leather has become wrinkled and rotten under the destruction of time.

The title page is written in two small characters in Juan Xiu's font: "Lin Qing".

"Notebook? Isn't it aunt Lin Qing's diary? "

Qiao Ansheng was surprised. She thought it would be Lin Qing's clothes. Unexpectedly, it would be Lin Qing's notebook.

No wonder the old man insisted on giving it to her.

After all, this diary is much more important than clothes and luggage.

Qiao Ansheng picked up the notebook, turned it over and picked it up.

As a result, she forgot that the notebook was old, and the paper in it was rolled up, and there were all the lines that fell off. When she mentioned it so casually, many yellow paper pages fell off.

Qiao Ansheng was stunned, looked down at the paper scattered in the carton and frowned slightly.

She didn't want to pry into Lin Qing's privacy, but now the notebook was scattered because of her actions.

Qiao Ansheng had no choice but to carefully take out all the notebooks together with the paper inside, as if holding some treasure on his desk.

She made some space on her desk and carefully put the scattered paper on her desk. Fortunately, Lin Qing wrote the date on each page.

Qiao Ansheng arranged it well. She reinserted the scattered paper. Occasionally, if she didn't write a date, she inadvertently scanned the contents of her diary.

However, it was this look that made Qiao Ansheng stiff.

Her eyes were a little stunned. Her hands were as stiff as iron. She picked up the paper and stared at the half paper, as if it had been a century.

Qiao Ansheng just finished reading the contents of the paper.

After reading, Qiao Ansheng's body trembled uncontrollably. The content on the paper made her feel like an avalanche of suffocation.

If it's true

So

Qiao Ansheng stumbled up from her desk. She smoothed the wrinkled papers, stuffed them into her notebook, put the notebook in her arms and was about to go out.

She was so shocked that she staggered out, didn't notice her feet, tripped over the corner of the chair, and fell heavily to the ground.

His knee hit the ground and made a dull impact, but Qiao Ansheng seemed to have no feeling and carried the notebook.

Gritting his teeth, he stood up, opened the door and rushed out.

Standing at the elevator entrance, Qiao Ansheng couldn't help taking out his mobile phone and calling Qin Yanchen. The phone rang for a second and was picked up.

"Sheng Sheng?"

The man's background sound is very noisy, but his low voice is caught off guard and bumps into Qiao Ansheng's mind. Qiao Ansheng's fingertips are closed in an instant.

She calmed her mind. "Are you upstairs?"

The man over there paused for a moment. He seemed to recognize that her tone was abnormal and said in a deep voice, "no, I'm outside."

It seemed that someone was talking to Qin Yanchen. Qin Yanchen should have covered the microphone and answered vaguely. Then he continued to say to Qiao Ansheng, "there are some things I need to deal with outside. What's the matter with you?"

The elevator opened with a click.

Qiao Ansheng pressed and held the key to open the door. She stared at the bright red numbers on the elevator door. She was a little flustered. She had calmed down a lot after talking to the man.

"Nothing..."

Qiao Ansheng covered the diary in his arms, closed his eyes, took a deep breath secretly, and when he opened his eyes again, his face suddenly became firm: "nothing, some miss you."

Qiao Ansheng stood at the elevator in the corridor. The wind blowing from nowhere filled her whole body and depressed her initial panic.

"If you're busy, I won't bother you first. I just want to tell you that I kind of want to see my grandparents, so I'll go by myself first."

Qin Yanchen's absence is good. Qiao Ansheng releases the elevator key and the elevator door closes slowly. For some things, don't let Qin Yanchen know for the time being.

She put a bright smile on the phone. It seems that through the emptiness in front of her, she can see the exquisite and unparalleled outline of a man.

"When you're finished, remember to pick me up."

Her voice was blessed by the microphone, like climbing up Qin Yanchen's spine with electric current.

The man's voice was gentle and indulgent: "OK."

After Qiao Ansheng hung up the phone, he reluctantly closed the line.

Chi Yang followed him: "President Qin?"

Qin Yanchen received his mobile phone. His tenderness faded from the tip of his eyebrows in an instant. He looked at the front with a cold voice: "hurry up."

Don't delay him to pick up his little wife home.

……

Qiao Ansheng on the other side hung up the phone and took a deep breath again with his hand on the wall.

The things Lin Qing described in her notebook really surprised her. It involved a series of things many years ago. Therefore, in her panic, she couldn't help thinking that she was going to tell Qin Yanchen.

However, the impulse was only momentary. The ownership was transferred in an instant and returned to the furnace calmly and gradually. The sweetness raised by Qin Yanchen slowly pressed down on her chest.

Then came the cold.