This way, she felt relieved.

I remember that the little girl used to like to sit in front of the door and peel beans and listen to her telling stories.

Now that I think about it, I burst into tears.

It's really a touching thing.

It’s a pity that the little girl is in a hurry, otherwise she would really want to chat with her.

"Jiaqi, I'll stay in Rongcheng for a few more days next time. Grandma misses you very much." Grandma Chen said as she walked.

"Okay, Grandma Chen, I will help you peel beans next time I come." Ye Jiaqi stood at the door.

Grandma Chen's house is still the same, and her son and daughter are all outside, and she lives alone is quite desolate.

"Next time I bring my baby, I will bring my handsome husband." Grandma Chen laughed, "The whole family is here."

"Okay." Ye Jiaqi agreed with a smile.

Grandma Chen flipped around at home and kept muttering: "Where are you putting it? You are old and have a bad memory. Your mother's laptop is very beautiful, with a few photos in it, and when you were a child."

"I took a lot of photos when I was a child, but it looked gone." Ye Jiaqi sighed.

"Yes, I guess he was thrown away by He Dangui."

Grandma Chen went to the box to search again.

After searching for a while, I finally found Yun Xiao’s things at the bottom of the box.

"Oh, I finally found it, but it's okay, it's not thrown away by my son. He always says I'm nostalgic, and I can't bear to throw it away, and I can't bear to throw it away." Grandma Chen walked over happily with her laptop, "Girl, you've given you your mother's things, you've got it back. It's great."

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head and took it.

It's a yellowed notebook.

The cover is fresh print, which has been a long time.

She had seen this notebook, and it used to be placed with her mother's easel and brushes.

When Ye Jiaqi opened it, the paper was yellowed and the pen handwriting was blurred. He could barely distinguish some words.

Not much has been written, most of them are still blank pages.

Sure enough, there were several photos in the notebook, including her mother's black and white ID photos, and also photos she took when she was five or six years old.

Memories swarm like a tide.

Ye Jiaqi's face was filled with an expression that could not be calm, like a surging wave.

Her mother is really beautiful, with a melon-shaped face and willow-leaf eyebrows. When she smiles, she also has two shallow dimples on the corner of her mouth.

"Jiaqi, you and Yun Xiao look really similar. Now look at the photos, it looks more like you." Grandma Chen sighed, "Take the laptop away, I didn't leave more things for you."

"Thank you, Grandma Chen." Ye Jiaqi thanked her very much.

There is also a notebook that can send her longing.

She remembered that there was a thick photo album at home, with photos in it, many.

Unfortunately, the album is gone.

It would be great if the album was still there.

"No need to thank you, it was your thing."

"Grandma Chen, thank you. I'll see you next time I come back. I have to leave first, thank you." Ye Jiaqi kept thanking.

"Little girl is so polite. If you are in a hurry, I won't keep you." Grandma Chen was reluctant to let it go.

Fifteen years later, I didn’t expect to see Ye Jiaqi again.

If Yun Xiao was alive, she would not have let Ye Jiaqi wander around.

It is said that stepmothers are cruel, but it is true.

Ye Jiaqi's stepmother is still a very splashy woman like He Dangui.

Ye Jiaqi waved goodbye to Grandma Chen again, and she opened her umbrella and walked into the rain.

The drizzle fell outside, falling on her umbrella.

When the wind blew, the fine rain was cool, and she hugged her arms slightly.
Chapter completed!