Aoba Office

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The photos attached at the end of the file were packed in a file bag, and the videos were placed on a USB flash drive.

I turned on the video and took out the photos.

The earliest photos should have been taken by cameras from the past. There is an orange date in the lower right corner of the photo. The content of the photo also has a sense of age. The color is very bright and somewhat unnatural.

Mr. Duan and his wife, who were seen in the video before, are the protagonists of the photos. The supporting characters are also people who have appeared in the videos. The background is different in each photo. Some are at the seaside, some in front of sculptures, some in parks, and some in playgrounds. Their children and the third and fourth generations appear in the photos.

One set of photos is of a hotel, with people sitting and standing behind a large round table packed with people. There is a big cake in the middle of the table. The appearance of the cake and the number of candles on the cake are different in each photo. Fourteen years, fourteen photos. Mr. Duan's children are getting older, and his grandchildren and younger children are growing up. What remains unchanged is the two old men and the smiles on all of their faces.

At the back, there are photos of the school, from the young faces of freshmen to photos of students wearing bachelor's gowns at graduation. Then, there are photos of the newlyweds.

On the computer, the video starts playing.

The images of Mr. Duan and Mrs. Duan in the video are a bit shadowy. I can tell that this must be Yin Qi. They are not living people. But they appear in the video as normal, living people.

Laughter comes from the video.

I couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Ye Qing...has seen these photos and videos, right?

In 2017...at that time...at that time, he was the only one left in the office, right?

In what mood did he look at these things?

The people in Qingye gave the Duan family fourteen years of wonderful family time. However, during these fourteen years, four of their five members disappeared one after another.

At another time, they would be happy, right?

Jin Haifeng called them and told them about getting back together with her boyfriend. At that time, when was it?

I can't remember the specific time of the "electrical abnormality" commission, and I can't remember whether Aoba's five people were complete at that time.

The video in the computer is still playing.

The shooting skills of the home videos are certainly not worth mentioning. The picture quality and stability are not as good as those videos shot by Aoba, and they are not edited. The screen is shaking, making noise, and constantly jumping and switching. There is no structure at all, but the happiness and warmth revealed in it are tangible.

The child jumped up and down and hugged the old lady Duan. An old face and a small face were pressed together. Even though there was an age gap, the bond of blood ties could still be seen in these two round faces.

The little girl's delicate voice said: "Grandma, look at this, this is the big red flower that the teacher gave me." The little girl pointed to the sticker on her forehead.

A young woman's voice came from the computer: "She has been wearing it for two days and is reluctant to take it off even when washing her face. This silly child..."

"Not stupid, not stupid. Our Jiajia is smart." The old lady touched the little girl's cheek.

The little girl smiled and squirmed in the old lady's arms, "That's right! Mom always calls me stupid! Madam, you teach her!"

"Okay, okay..."

I watched the video quietly. Fourteen years ago, more than a dozen short and long videos, I watched them all without any jump.

As time changes, I also see the changes in Mr. Duan and Mrs. Duan. That shadow is becoming deeper.

The last video content is the scene of Mr. Duan celebrating his birthday.

Sing happy birthday, make wishes, blow out candles...

The people surrounding Mr. Duan were noisy. Some asked him what he wished for, and some said that the wish would not work if he said it.

Mr. Duan held the old lady's hand and looked at everyone carefully. The surrounding gradually became quiet.

"Me...the old lady and I have stolen these fourteen years of time. Each of you has grown up and is living a good life...We are already very satisfied...So, so... The old man's voice was slightly choked, but the corners of his mouth were raised, "So, that's it. Don't be too busy from now on. It's too hard for you."

"Dad!" someone shouted excitedly.

"I know, I know you are filial, but ah, it's good, it's already good. The boss has suffered from gout and bad legs and feet in the past two years, so don't run around. The second brother, it's a good thing that Ruirui can go abroad. Don't stop me. Chunfang, just listen to Xiaoli and live in the resort there. The air is good and your lungs are comfortable. You don't have to run to me all the time. Xia Hua, you are going to be a grandma too... ...And Kangzi, Chengcheng has just gotten married, and the young couple still needs you to take care of them," Mr. Duan said slowly.

There were sounds of crying in the video, some were wiping away tears, and some were at a loss.

"So...you are filial, we can't continue to be a burden to you..." Mr. Duan finally said.

Almost as he spoke, the shadows on him and the old lady became lighter.

My eyes felt sore, and my chin and nose were also a little sore.

The fourteen years of happy time, probably, were not all happy. This is also a matter of course.

Mr. Duan and Mrs. Duan probably felt it too, so they decided to leave at this time.

They had fourteen more years, and they accepted death peacefully.

In the office, during these fourteen years, Ye Qing should have been constantly facing life and death, and in the end he almost stubbornly wanted to change the tragedy.

My heart moved and I dialed Gumo's number.

When Gu Mo answered the phone, he still had a lazy and arrogant tone.

I was silent for a while.

"Hello? This is a distress call, right? Little Lin Qi, are you still alive?" Gu Mo asked exaggeratedly.

"I'm looking at your files," I replied.

"Oh. Then what? Do you have any questions?" Gu Mo asked casually.

"What I'm looking at is the file of 'Chongliu Shijie', the matter of Mr. Duan Xiaojun." I said.

"Oh." Gu Mo didn't seem interested in this.

"In 2017...2017, Mr. Duan took his wife to the office to express his gratitude and say goodbye." I continued.

There was silence on the other side of the phone.

After a while, Gu Mo said softly, "Oh," "17 years ago... who else was in the office at that time?"

My heart stopped for a moment, "I don't know... maybe, only Ye Qing is left."

"Oh, there are only leaves left." Gu Mo repeated lightly.

"They sent photos and videos to Ye Qing. They lived happily for the next fourteen years." I said firmly.

Gu Mo interrupted me impatiently, "Is that it? Is this why you called me to tell me this?"

Good night everyone~