Chapter 122

"Housekeeper, do you know the meaning of this basement?" Song Shiyan stood in front of the basement door, looking at the housekeeper beside him, and asked curiously.

"When the young master saw his wife's death, he left a very serious psychological shadow. Shortly after attending his wife's funeral, we suddenly couldn't find him. All the servants searched for Huo's house for two days, only to find that he was hiding in the basement, locked the door, and refused to let others in or out. Every day, when it's time for the meal, the servant takes the meal to the door, and the young master doesn't eat it. However, the old man could only ask the doctor to give him nutritious water after he fell asleep. Young master, he's been living like this for three months, without sunshine or people. " The housekeeper fell into the memory and sighed.

Smell speech, song Shiyan heart sour unceasingly, as if something blocked her chest, let her can't breathe smoothly. He knew that it was his father who sent someone to kill his mother. However, at a young age, he did not dare to say a word, so he could only hide it in his heart.

Shen left her the key, some trembling to open the cabinet.

A small bed, next to a small cabinet, the corner stacked with numerous sealed cartons, the ground covered with thick carpet, filled with dust. Although there are a lot of things piled up, the small basement still looks empty. Song Shiyan went to the cupboard and reached for the dust. The cabinet was tightly locked, and the iron lock was rusty. Song Shiyan takes out Huo Ming. The basement is filled with a strong breath of time. Song Shiyan touches the wall and turns on the light. With the orange light, she looks at the small basement carefully.

Song Shiyan stood in front of the basement door and breathed deeply. Then she resolutely pushed the door open and went in.

The housekeeper knew that song Shiyan was a little heavy now, so he nodded and left, leaving song Shiyan standing alone.

"Housekeeper, you go first. I'll go in alone." Song Shiyan said to the housekeeper.

He lived alone, not only in the darkness, but also in endless self blame and fear. At that time, how desperate the mushrooms were!

Inside the cupboard was a stack of neatly placed photos. Song Shiyan took those photos in his hand and looked at them carefully. The little boy in the picture is the mushroom in his childhood. His lips were tender, his teeth white, and his eyes white as stars. He nestled intimately in the arms of a woman with a innocent, innocent smile on his face. The woman in the photo is Lin Wan, the mother of shiitake. The smile on her face is quiet and elegant, and she exudes a trace of elegant and gentle temperament. As for the man in the suit, his face has been cut off. Without any consideration, song Shiyan knows that the man whose face has been cut off is the nominal father of Xianggu, Huo Chenglie.

Song Shiyan's finger could not help rubbing the photo, and a trace of heat rose in her eyes. Mushroom at that time, carefree, life is so happy. Even if Huo Chenglie is acting on occasion, the mushroom who does not know the truth will surely think that he is the happiest person in the world. Because he not only has such a prominent family, but also has such a perfect pair of parents. However, after such a tragic accident, he lost his mother and saw his father clearly. Helpless and miserable, he no longer believed anyone. So, he gradually blocked his heart, and no one was allowed to get close to him.