He held song Lishu tightly in his arms and laughed at the camera. Both of them raised their hands and compared with each other, just as they saw in the surveillance video.
The second one is the night by the river. The night wind disturbed his and song Lishu's hair. He and song Lishu stood in the wind and photographed the messy scene.
The third one is two hands with tight fingers.
The fourth is two pairs of feet walking together.
In the fifth, he and song Lishu are sitting at a sumptuous table, which is full of his favorite dishes.
Sixth, on the beach by the sea, song Lishu is lying on his back with his head on his shoulder. His eyes are closed and he sleeps soundly. He is cunning to the camera, as if he took this picture secretly.
Every picture here is about him and song Lishu.
In the photo, he is wearing the most common clothes, maybe a shirt, maybe a T-shirt, maybe a sweater, and the cheapest canvas shoes. The smile at the corner of his mouth has never been so bright. It's him, but it's not like him.
Huo Baiyuan's hand trembled. His heart seemed to ache and he couldn't breathe. He gently put down the photo. At the bottom of the iron box was a diary with a pink cover.
What's written in this diary? Maybe, it's about the truth, the answers and some secrets. He has already peeped into this situation. Does he really have the courage to read it?
He knew that at this point of view, I'm afraid it would really be beyond redemption.
After a long hesitation, Huo Baiyuan finally picked up his notebook.
Open the cover, the first page, it was filled with words.
The first sentence of the diary is - I like Huo Baiyuan, although I'm just a servant of the Huo family.
The first diary was about a year ago.
A year ago.
Some ordinary morning.
The housekeeper is working in the kitchen.
"Get breakfast ready quickly. The second young master's milk will be changed into coffee today."
After a look at the time, it was not too early. The housekeeper said, "come and ask the young master to get up."
"I'll go."
At this time, a head came out.
Song Lishu put his long soft hair behind his head and showed a shy smile to the housekeeper. He volunteered and said, "I'll call the young master to get up."
The housekeeper waved: "hurry up, hurry up."
Song Lishu turns around and trots upstairs. Standing outside Huo Baiyuan's room, she cuts her hair and raises her hand to knock on the door, but the door is opened from inside.
After a long hesitation, Huo Baiyuan finally picked up his notebook.
Open the cover, the first page, it was filled with words.
The first sentence of the diary is - I like Huo Baiyuan, although I'm just a servant of the Huo family.
The first diary was about a year ago.
A year ago.
Some ordinary morning.
The housekeeper is working in the kitchen.
"Get breakfast ready quickly. The second young master's milk will be changed into coffee today."
After a look at the time, it was not too early. The housekeeper said, "come and ask the young master to get up."
"I'll go."
At this time, a head came out.
Song Lishu put his long soft hair behind his head and showed a shy smile to the housekeeper. He volunteered and said, "I'll call the young master to get up."
The housekeeper waved: "hurry up, hurry up."
Song Lishu turns around and trots upstairs. Standing outside Huo Baiyuan's room, she cuts her hair and raises her hand to knock on the door, but the door is opened from inside.