Let go of that white moonlight

An Xin, who was not ready to return the gift, finally returned Jiang Minghao with a table of gourmet food. The two ate to their satisfaction, and cleaned up the kitchen together after the meal. Do the dishes, please leave my kitchen, please?

An Xin kept roaring in her heart, but Xueba stood still and insisted on finishing the dishwashing work, and waited for An Xin to tidy up the stove before returning to the living room together.

Turn on the TV, watch TV, chat a few words from time to time, what a good home, but Mao suddenly developed into such a home scene, is there something wrong, Xueba, what do you want to do...

The theater in An Xin's brain was about to explode. However, no matter how curious he was, he didn't dare to ask directly. In the end, he could only pull out the jade pendant around his neck and hold it in his hand to relieve the inexplicable feeling. tension.

"Is this jade pendant a gift you received on your birthday? Your grandparents gave it to you?" Jiang Minghao also noticed the jade pendant that An Xin was holding in his hand, obviously caring.

An Xin was a little surprised, she spread her palms to look at the shiny white jade pendant, and after a few seconds she spoke, "Well, my grandma gave it to me, she said, this is the jade pendant worn by my mother, after my mother passed away Before, she left the jade pendant at home."

Thinking about it now, why did my mother leave the jade pendant on her body at home?Did she feel something was wrong?Does this jade pendant have any special function?

Thinking of this, An Xin carefully observed the jade pendant in his palm. The jade pendant was only as big as a knuckle of An Xin's thumb. When wearing it, the jade pendant looked as if it would glow, shrouded in a halo, and it was warm in winter and cool in summer, so it was very comfortable to stick on the skin.

"An Xin, do you feel that the shape of this jade pendant looks familiar?" Jiang Minghao pinched the jade pendant from An Xin's palm and looked at it carefully, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and then said: "That lock."

"Ah? Which lock?" An Xin was a little confused at first, but then she reacted and jumped up subconsciously, "The small wooden box left by my mother!"

"Yes, let's try." After An Xin smuggled out the small wooden box from An's house, she had to take it out and study it from time to time. Jiang Minghao lived in his house, so naturally he couldn't avoid him, and he didn't mean to avoid Jiang Minghao on purpose. So I simply pulled him to study together, but unfortunately, before this, I haven't researched the reason.

Now that there is hope of a breakthrough, how could An Xin not be excited, immediately rushed into the room, took out the small wooden box, held the jade pendant and tried it next to the lock, but was not too daring, for fear of breaking the jade pendant.

This is my mother's relic, it would be a pity to damage it.

"I'll do it." Seeing An Xin's hesitation, Jiang Minghao took the initiative to take over the task, An Xin heaved a sigh of relief, took the jade pendant off his neck, and when it was handed over to Jiang Minghao, he lifted it up unconsciously .

"Xueba, be careful, don't make your hands shake!"

Jiang Minghao ignored him, and only concentrated on studying the lock and jade pendant. After a long time, he inserted the thin end of the jade pendant into the keyhole.

"Click!" With a soft sound, the lock opened and the jade pendant was intact.

"Fuck, this jade pendant is really a key, my mother is too smart!" Who would have thought that the jade pendant could be a key!

An Xin took a deep breath, opened the small wooden box, and there was a black leather notebook lying quietly inside, An Xin took out the notebook carefully and opened it, and the pages of silk handwriting were displayed in front of her eyes, beautiful and elegant, but, the text of these words The meaning, but it made him tremble, and he was extremely angry.

"Mom didn't commit suicide, it was murder! It was An Minghui and Liu Yue who killed her!" This is the diary of An Xin's mother, which records the crimes of An Minghui and Liu Yue, all the pain of Pei Shaoqin, and Her resentment for her child...

An Xin didn't know that she was crying, but when she realized it, tears were streaming down her face. Jiang Minghao looked at him with a flustered expression, and frantically wiped him with a tissue, "Don't be sad..."

"But I have no choice but to feel sad. This diary cannot be used as evidence for the murder of An Minghui and Liu Yue. I have to find evidence! Even if there is no evidence, I have to..." An Xin's emotions have long been integrated with the original owner, and he Painful for Pei Shaoqin's death, angry for the cruelty of An Minghui and Liu Yue, at this moment, his emotions are already on the verge of going berserk, An Xin himself is worried, he can't help but rush to reconcile with An Minghui immediately Liu Yue desperately.

"Calm down! Once things happen, they will definitely leave traces. Even if time goes by, their crimes will not disappear. What's more, you forgot that there is still your grandfather and uncle. No, I didn't do anything." Jiang Minghao hugged An Xin's shoulders forcefully, comforting him calmly, his steady voice, like a tranquilizer, slowly poured into An Xin's heart.

"Don't do anything stupid, I'll help you!"