Chapter 58

As Mi said, he is a handsome man in military uniform. His eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are like stars, and his lips are slightly thick with a smile.

It's just that the rice paper has turned yellow, and the characters are not very clear.

Wan Hou Ling Jue hands the painting to Mi Mi, and then says in a voice, "go out and find someone to recover."

Mimi pinched the painting in his hand. This time, the biggest delivery was this painting.

The first thing for Ling Jue and Mi ming to go back is to take a bath.

Mimi is not as clean as Wanzao lingjue, so Wanzao lingjue washes first.

As a result, the embarrassing thing came. Wanling had no clothes to wear.

Looking at the smelly man around a bath towel, MI could not help laughing: "call Mo Xing to send a set, I want it too!"

Ten thousand wait for Ling Jue to look at the disheartened rice shame, can't help but voice a way: "you take a bath first, I let Mo Xing send clothes to come over!"

"Well, good!" Mi Ming went to the bathroom, but when she was about to close the bathroom door, she added: "let Mo Xing send more sets. Next time we come, we can change them!"

The door of the bathroom has been closed, and wanzaoling can't help but recollect the words of rice shame, and the corners of his mouth slowly evoke a shallow arc.

Twenty minutes later, Mo Xing had sent the clothes.

Even Mibo gave ten sets to everyone.

This speed let rice shy mouth twitch, once again verified the strength of wanhou lingjue.

It was already afternoon when Li Yingfeng came back with Mibao. The grandparents and grandchildren seemed very happy. Mibao had a lot of raspberries in his hand, which he picked from Tian camphor.

"Daddy, eat well!"

"I left it specially for you!" Mibao brings raspberries to wanhuo lingjue like a gift.

Wan Hou Ling Jue took over and gave half of it to Mi Mi. He turned to MI Bao and said, "why don't you give it to Mommy?"

Mibo looked up and said with disdain, "I'm not giving you the chance to show myself?"

"Wanhuo lingjue"

Rice shame "..."

"Hehe, Mibao is thinking about you two. Eat quickly!" Li Yingfeng said with a smile and took Mibao outside to wash his hands.

Rice shy put raspberry into his mouth, sour sweet, long lost taste.

"It's much better than you to use Mibo's method of picking up girls!" The rice is shy to smile a way, son's careful thinking can be really many.

"You're very proud," he said

"Of course, it proves that my son will not worry about finding his daughter-in-law in the future!" Mi is so shy that she imagines that she will be a mother-in-law one day. Suddenly, she feels that all the mothers-in-law in the world are lovely!

"That's all you can do!" Wanzao lingjue despises!

However, MI Ming won't bother with him. Instead, he enthusiastically spread out the painting he just got in the sun!

Li Yingfeng glanced at the painting carelessly, and it seemed that the painting was a little familiar.

"You found it in the old house!" Li Yingfeng asked.

"Well, my mother drew it!" Mi shyly nodded, looking at the people in the picture trying to overlap the images in the memory.

"Your mother can draw!" Li Yingfeng was surprised to see that the skillful technique of the painting and the figure sketch are so vivid, I'm afraid that his painting skills are absolutely not weak.

Think of that missing box, rice shame mood also down.

"In fact, my mother has done a lot of paintings. When I was a child, I saw that she would often put the paintings into a red box with a big stack."

"After my mother died, I couldn't find the box!"

"Wait a minute!" Li Yingfeng said in a quick voice and ran into the room.

Wan Hou Ling Jue happened to be wrong with Li Yingfeng and asked, "what's the matter?"

"I don't know. Aunt Li told me to wait for her!"

Ten thousand wait for Ling Jue to smell speech, ordered to nod, approach rice shame way: "see what?"

"Even if you can see it, it's useless. It's been more than 20 years. I'm 28 years old!"

"If he knows about me, I don't have to look for him."

"If he doesn't know, why should I disturb his life?"

Looking at the extraordinary man in the painting, MI is able to kill decisive soldiers.

In fact, for her father, she had expected, but Mi Huafeng had already destroyed the only attachment in her heart.

Now she just wants to do her career, raise Mibao and live a simple and warm life.

"See if it's this!" Li Yingfeng came out with a red box in his arms. There was a trace of excitement on his face.

She remembered that when she went to divorce Wan Huotian, she gave Yu Qingya the key to her house. She hoped that she would come to open the door for her when she was free, and let go of the bad smell!

But when she came back, she saw the box stacked in the sundry room. She couldn't remember whether it was her own, so she kept it.

Now I want to come. I'm afraid Yu Qingya put it in after she left.There is also a copper lock hanging on the box, which seems to be from the period of the Republic of China, but it is better because of its fine workmanship and no traces of decay.

Mi shy looked at the familiar box, familiar lock, suddenly tears!

"Don't cry. Do you have a key? Open it and see if the painting is still there?" Ten thousand wait for Ling Jue to walk to the side of rice shame, the left hand puts on her shoulder to comfort a way.

"Mommy, I'll be sad if you cry!" Mi Bao comes up to Mi Mi and holds her thigh.

The rice is ashamed to break to sob for smile, squat down body to take out the necklace that has been hanging on his neck from the rice treasure.

The necklace is made of red thread, which is not conspicuous, but the pendant is a small bronze key.

When my mother opened the lock, she hung the key back around her neck, saying it was her amulet.

Later she gave birth to Mibao, which naturally passed on to Mibao!

Take off the key, open the lock, the clear sound reverberates in Mi's ears.

This vermilion box is very delicate. The paint on it has not fallen off until now.

Because it is well preserved, the paintings in it are very clear.

But they are all women in Qipao, with a span of about 20 to 40.

It's beautiful and exquisite.

"In particular, the eyes of the people in the painting seem to be resentful and vivid."

With a kind of retro charm, that kind of low and elegant beauty unconsciously attracted the sight of Wanzhe lingjue and Li Yingfeng.

Mi Ming sorted out the paintings one by one. After many years, she did not remember the appearance of the people in the paintings. But when she looked at them again, she found that almost every painting had her shadow, her mother's shadow.

Maybe if she didn't guess, this woman would be her grandmother.

Li Yingfeng looks at the people in the painting who are getting younger and more colorful. He feels a little familiar, as if he has seen them somewhere.

"Can I have one?" Li Yingfeng holds a picture of the youngest person in the picture.

"Sure, but I want to take a picture first!" Mi Mi took out her mobile phone and photographed every picture.