Chapter 74 The Woman in the Photo

Shen Jinyan went to the Sheng family with a lot of valuable gifts.

When the four of them walked in, Ji Wenyue was pruning the plants in the garden. She was very happy to see the lively and noisy crowd.

"Jin Yan is here too?"

Shen Jinyan said politely, "I just arrived in the capital yesterday. I'm sorry to bother you."

"No matter where you are, come here more often when you have time. It is only when relatives visit each other more often that they become closer."

Ji Wenyue smiled gently, put away the tools, and led a few people into the house.

Sheng Yao looked at his mother who was still unaware of everything, feeling uneasy, and looked to his uncle for help.

When he looked at Sheng Ting, his brows were stern and his eyes were as calm as ever.

Seeing him so calm, Sheng Yao felt a little more relieved.

Even if the sky falls, my uncle is still here.

Mr. Sheng was reading a newspaper in the living room. Just a few minutes after they sat down, Sheng Yang came back.

The living room suddenly became lively, with people chatting casually in the front and then gradually becoming quieter in the back.

Sheng Ting took out a beautiful red apple from the fruit plate and gave it to Chu Shuang. "Can you help me find a book upstairs?"

"Okay, what book do you want?"

"On Contradiction should be in my room. I don't remember where I put it. Look around for it. I forgot to bring it with me before. Remember to take it and read it this time."

"Okay, I'll help you find it later."

"Go now."

Looking at Sheng Ting, Chu Shuang stood up with the red apple in her hand and said, "Okay."

Looking at the figure of little aunt going upstairs, Sheng Yao was filled with envy.

After entering Sheng Ting's room, Chu Shuang went straight to the bookshelf and looked for "On Contradiction" one by one. However, she didn't find it after reading it one by one.

She even looked in the built-in bookshelf next to the bed, but still couldn't find the book.

After standing there for a while, Chushuang realized belatedly that Sheng Ting had deliberately sent her away.

There was no "Theory of Contradiction" in the room at all; he just wanted her to come up to have some quiet time.

The atmosphere downstairs must have been very tense at this time.

It was quiet now, but she was also worried about her cousin and wondered if he could successfully marry his wife.

The cell phone was also next to Sheng Ting downstairs. After sitting on the bed for a while, Chu Shuang felt a little bored, so she walked to the bookshelf to find a book to read.

There were obscure books on economics and psychology on the bookshelf, so she squatted and read them from bottom to top, and her eyes stopped when they passed through the bookshelf.

There was an inconspicuous box in the corner next to the bookshelf, blocked by a table. If she hadn't squatted down, it would have been difficult to find.

This kind of wooden box is usually used to store books, and there are many of them in the attic of her house. Thinking of this, she reached out and touched the box.

But he paused, thinking it was not good to touch his things like this.

I stood up and started looking for books on the bookshelf again. I don't know if it was because I was curious about the box, but I looked around the bookshelf but didn't show any interest.

Then she thought of what Sheng Ting had just said downstairs about looking around, so he wouldn't mind her moving some things, right?

They are a couple, and she is not doing anything bad. She is just looking for a book to read, so it shouldn't be a big deal...

She had decided that if there was a diary or something inside, she would not read it. She would tell Sheng Ting about it when he came back.

If there is a good book in it, it will be a good way for her to kill time.

As soon as her hand touched the box, Hatsushimo suddenly imagined some comic books with well-developed transportation...

Could the things in this box be some comic books he read during his adolescence?

Wake up!

This thought just appeared in his mind for a second, and Chu Shuang patted his forehead.

What are you thinking? Sheng Ting doesn't look like someone who would do such a thing.

Sheng Yao said that since she could remember, her uncle had always been a quiet and upright person, and Sheng Ting was already a cool and serious person when he was a student.

The box was just an ordinary box, not locked, and it didn't look like it contained any personal belongings.

As soon as she opened it, she saw a hint of dark red, and the book she had imagined was not there.

It was a knitted wool scarf.

Looks very familiar.

It's very similar to Chaoyu's.

Pursing her lips and picking up the scarf, she discovered that it was woven... very ugly, with clumsy stitching, like a test product, but not old. It must have been kept in a box and not used, and there was no pilling at all.

[I don't have the ability to do this. Someone wove it for me.]

After staring at the scarf for a while, Chu Shuang wanted to put it back, but found an exquisite iron box in the box.

There is a voice in my heart tempting me to open it, but there is another voice stopping me.

She swallowed and slowly reached out her hand...

The first thing I saw when I opened it was a printed photo. The girl was in her early twenties. When she smiled, the curves at the corners of her eyes were smooth, and her beauty was so dazzling that it eclipsed the brilliance of a star.

There are quite a few more photos like this stacked up in the box.

There are vivid snapshots of her eating in a restaurant, a quiet profile of her reading a book by the window in a coffee shop, a youthful style of smiling freely and gently on the court, and the look in her eyes as she holds flowers and looks at the person in the camera with affection.

Turning over the back of the photo, there were powerful words written: [Get married after graduation. ]

These six words were on the back of each of the cards she picked up.

Chu Shuang's fingertips trembled. She didn't look at the remaining stack of photos. She put everything back in order and sat back on the chair beside the bed.