love driven business

The shabby room in front of him made people feel a little stunned, how many weird imaginations Jiang Ji had in his head before opening the door, and how plain and shabby this room is right now.

The simple, unupholstered bed board is obviously the same as the tung oiled bed in Yin Fei's room next door. Moyo is a carpenter, with the purpose of durability and strength, with little consideration for aesthetics.There is a large desk by the window with a wooden photo frame on it.

Jiang Ji took the key from the door and put it in his pocket, walked to the desk, picked up the photo frame and looked at it.

The photo framed in the photo frame should be a group photo of a family of three traveling, with a majestic waterfall in the background, and the two adults in the photo are both good-looking.

The man is tall and handsome, while the woman has curly curly hair that was fashionable at the time, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and those peach blossom eyes that seem to be replicas of Yin Fei are slightly squinting at the camera, as if they can look at each other through decades of time.

In the photo, Yin Fei looks about five or six years old, holding a half-eaten hot dog in his left hand, making a wry gesture with his right hand, and staring at the camera with a mouth full of oil.

Jiang Ji smiled and stretched out his fingers to touch the face of little Yin Fei in the photo, but unexpectedly found no dust. Jiang Ji thought for no reason: Someone is often caressing this photo, why didn’t he bring it with him? where to go?Thinking of this, he took another look at the photo, hesitated for a while, and put the frame into the bag he brought.

Then Jiang Ji squatted down and opened what Yin Fei called "the third drawer on the left". He slowly opened it, but because no one had pulled it for a long time, it should be that the wheel rails in it were rusty. Ji's hands trembled, and his face was covered in ashes unexpectedly.

He was taken aback, coughed several times, covered his mouth and nose with his hands and looked in the drawer, and saw a photo album lying crookedly in it.

The photo album was a thick one in yellow plastic. Jiang Ji carefully took it out of the drawer. Thinking of Yin Fei's solemn promise to allow him to read it, he felt happy. Dust sat on the ground happily, put the photo album on his lap, and opened the first page.

The handwriting in the photo album is beautiful, it should be written by a woman, and the date and record will be attached to each photo or a few photos. Jiang Ji looked at the recording time of the first photo and found that it was already a photo. Old photos from 19 years ago.

The first photo shows a little baby wrapped in a quilt and placed on a bamboo mat. The record note next to it says "1999.10 Fei Full Moon".There was a smile in Jiang Ji's eyes. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the baby in the photo was too good-looking. The mouth that was eating his hands was beautiful, and the eyes were wide-slit. He looked at it carefully for a while before continuing. Turn back.

This should be a growth diary that Yin Fei's mother made for Yin Fei. The photos in it are sorted from Yin Fei's youngest to oldest, and the time is recorded next to it.Jiang Ji watched all the way, as if he saw a little Yin Fei standing upright, from a soft and babbling child to a little bun with flying eyebrows...

Taking advantage of the afternoon sun, Jiang Ji flipped through page after page. The thick book had already been halfway through. Jiang Ji wanted to read it again, but found that the album records stopped at Yin Fei's seven-year-old year.

Jiang Ji was taken aback.

From Yin Fei's full moon recording to the age of seven, the frequency of almost one photo a month can basically be said to be that the recorder is habitually recording for Yin Fei.It is impossible to say that once you say you will stop doing things for seven years, Jiang Ji frowned, thinking of the death of both parents mentioned by Yin Fei. From this point of view... it should have happened when he was seven years old. Year.

Seven years old, so early?

Jiang Ji stared at the air for a while, and the last photo in Yin Fei's growth album was frozen in his mind. October of [-] was Yin Fei's birthday.

The young man in the photo is wearing bright red clothes, with a round face. Although his appearance is still a little childish, he can already see a bit of the handsome shadow he is now. At that time, Yin Fei didn't seem to have the unshakeable iceberg face now. Although the face in the photo is expressionless, the brows and eyes are full of sunshine.

In November, there are no photos.

Jiang Ji sighed heavily, trying to swallow the inexplicable blockage in his heart. He knew in his heart that he had no right to ask anything about Yin Fei's past, unless Yin Fei wanted to say it himself...

It's just that Yin Fei explained this album to him so solemnly, but he belatedly tasted something different from it, and his heart beat a few beats suddenly.

He suddenly wanted to call Yin Fei, so he stood up, picked up the photo album from the ground, and when he was about to close it, a piece of paper fell out from the folder.

Jiang Ji stretched out his hand and just fished it into his hand.

"Mom misses you so much

08.11.25 "

The edge of the paper is uneven, it should be torn off from some soft manuscript, five characters plus a date, handwriting is scrawled, strokes are heavy, every word is suppressed as if struggling under the claws of a tiger, and will die instantly in the next second .

Looking at the five words and a line of date, Jiang Ji's heart beat violently. He hesitated and reached out to flip the album to the last photo, and compared the scribbled words with the last line of records.

When Jiang Ji was a student, the most powerful thing was not learning, but imitating handwriting.

He was the deputy monitor of the class at the time, and his daily job was to collect and hand in all kinds of receipts issued to the parents of the students for signature. However, how could a high school student honestly take it back and sign it for his parents? Classmates with good-looking handwriting, just sign a parent's signature that is not far from the mark and just get past it.

As Jiang Ji, who is taking back the receipt, in order to catch up with the submission of the receipt, the best thing he can do is to "be a parent" for other students, and his skills are gradually perfected, and he can almost imitate it later.

Later, he developed to the point where his ability to read and imitate characters became more and more excellent. Some students did not have homework books with names written on them, and he could tell at a glance who they belonged to.

At the beginning, Jiang Ji was proud of this, but as an adult, Jiang Ji felt that this was a tasteless skill acquired in the second year of middle school. He didn't want to make a mistake, but now it came in handy.

Jiang Ji licked his upper lip thirstily, looked at the "08.11.25. [-]" on the paper, and the five unclear words in it.

If he was not mistaken, the five words scrawled on the paper and the record in the album should be written by the same person.That is to say, Yin Fei's mother, who was believed by Jiang Ji to have died when Yin Fei was seven years old (06), was actually still alive in 08, and this note is proof.

That is why she stopped Yin Fei's photo recording and wrote "Mom misses you very much"?

Could it be that in 06, the real accident was not Yin Fei's mother, but...

...Yin Fei?

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