There were only a few clusters of remaining flowers in the three Yunnan early cherry trees in the front yard. He took out the key and opened the yard door.

There are moss on the bluestone slabs, and many unpruned sorrels grow wildly together with rabbit tail grass. Although there are traces of cleaning, they lack a trace of human spirit.

With heavy steps, he pushed open the old wooden door, and the living room was still the same decoration, mahogany coffee table, and wooden bookshelf.

It seemed as if I saw the serious figure again, making tea and reading books on the sofa, and that gentle smile was busy at the kitchen table, and the sister who quarreled with him all day long.

"Hu..." Resisting the throbbing of his emotions, he put his suitcase in his room, then took a rag and feather duster from the kitchen, and cleaned the house roughly.

"Mingzhe!"

A sound of footsteps came from outside the yard toward the house.

He heard the sound again and knew who was coming: "Uncle, make your own tea and I'll clean the room."

The visitor was slightly tall and thin, with jeans paired with a light gray plaid shirt and a small back. He looked handsome and elegant, and was somewhat similar to Huang Mingzhe. He was Huang Mingzhe's uncle Huang Yingjun.

"You guy doesn't say anything when you come back. I've asked your aunt to cook lunch and eat it together later." Huang Yingjun put the native eggs, sausages and pickles in her hand into the refrigerator while talking.

"Uncle, don't be so polite."

"It's all a family, so what are you talking about politely."

The uncle and nephew cleaned the house together, and Huang Yingjun talked about family matters with him, but his uncle avoided talking about the entertainment industry.

The two of them were busy until lunch time, and then they went to their uncle's house two streets away. The aunt was a slightly fat middle-aged woman who opened a small grocery store next to the big water well in the village.

"Mingzhe is back, so I just made some fried dumplings and fried rice, and eat them while they are hot." My aunt is from the north and is very quick to eat pasta, so she quickly served him a large bowl of fried rice.

Although it is said to be made casually, Huang Mingzhe actually knew that his aunt made it specially, not only fried rice dumplings, but also a seaweed soup and a white cabbage heart.

"My aunt makes fried dumplings delicious. I want to eat more today."

"If you like eating, I will come here to add a pair of chopsticks in the future. Mingli and Xiaoling both stay at school. Your uncle and I are not easy to cook." The aunt joked.

"I will come here often to have free meals." Huang Mingzhe joked.

My aunt made a small pot of fried rice and fried dumplings, and went out to go back to the grocery store.

After the uncle and nephew had eaten half full, Huang Mingzhe took a sip of seaweed soup: "Uncle, my dad said he left something for me in the old house. Do you know what it is?"

"Himmer..." Huang Yingjun picked up a tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth: "My brother is mysterious all day long. Who knows what he is thinking? Maybe he really has something left. I will accompany you to see the keys to the old house are here."

After a full meal, my uncle took two bottles of tangerine peel tea from the refrigerator: "Let's go."

"It's my uncle who knows me." Huang Mingzhe took it and took a sip of tangerine peel tea.

"Now go to the old house, or?"

"Now!" Huang Mingzhe couldn't wait.

"Then let's go!" Uncle took a bunch of keys from the drawer.

The uncle and nephew went to Qingmose Old Village, which was even more remote than Huang Mingzhe's family. Except for two or three left-behind old people living in the old village, the other villagers moved out.

The desolate bluestone street is surrounded by old houses made of rocks. Many old houses have collapsed. On the roof are covered with tiles, moss and trumpet flowers standing in the wind, and smelly thorns everywhere.

After a while, the two of them came to the old house, which was the old house of Huang Mingzhe's grandparents. Later, the old man passed away and no one lived in the old house.

However, Huang Yingjun's brothers will come to clean during festivals and festivals, and the old house is not so dilapidated.

After opening the old wooden door, a smell of rotten mold came over my face, and it took a while to ventilate.

"Mingzhe, please look for it yourself! I'll clean it up."

"Okay, uncle."

Huang Mingzhe went straight to his father's room. If his father really left something for him, the most likely place was his father's room.

There was a patio in the middle of the old house. His father's room was in the first room in the east wing. He twisted the door handle and opened it, and there was another musty smell.

He covered his mouth and nose with one hand, waved the other hand, swept some spider silk away, and tried the pull-on switch of the light bulb, and the dim light lit up.

In an ordinary room, an iron rack bed, wooden tables and chairs, wooden bookshelf, and the lime on the walls fell off and turned yellow, and there was obvious moisture reflux in many places.

There are many awards on one of the walls, and portraits of martyrs are hung in the middle.

The bookshelf was empty, and the books on it had already been taken to the small villa by his father.

Huang Mingzhe walked around the room. There was no place to hide things in this small room of less than 6 square meters.

Perhaps before his father had time to put things here, Huang Mingzhe comforted himself in his heart. After all, his father passed away unexpectedly, so it makes sense that this situation happened.

"Mingzhe, have you discovered anything?"

"No, uncle has any rags and brooms, I'll clean the room." Huang Mingzhe didn't have much hope at all.

"I'll give it to you."

Huang Mingzhe swept away some of the falling lime and dust, fryed another bucket of water, and scrubbed the table, chairs and bookshelf.

Huh? The truth is eternal?

Four words were carved on the wooden table that had just been scrubbed, and the traces were very long. If you didn’t scrub the table, you wouldn’t be able to see these four words.

However, Huang Mingzhe didn't care. After all, many people have read Sanwei Bookstore, so it is normal to imitate Mr. Lu Xun to carve a table.

"Huh!" Huang Mingzhe took a breath, stretched his waist, looked around the room, and found that there was only the portrait but not scrubbing.

After taking off the portrait, wringing the rag, he wiped the glass of the photo frame, and the portrait suddenly became very clear. He picked up the photo frame and prepared to hang it back.

But suddenly he was stunned.

I saw a small wooden cabinet on the hanging photo frame, and the small wooden cabinet was painted with a layer of white paint, which was almost the same as the color of the wall.

"Is this what you left me?" Huang Mingzhe said to himself in a low voice.

When he opened the small wooden cabinet, there was only one thing inside. He picked it up and saw it. It was a small metal box. It was very heavy when he bought it, as if he was picking up a dumbbell.

There is also a four-digit mechanical password lock on this round simple metal box, and it is a mechanical password lock with twenty-six English letters.

He carefully checked the small wooden cabinet and found that there was really only this metal box, and there was no password prompt inside.

For a moment, Huang Mingzhe had no choice but to take this metal box, so he could only take it back and study it slowly.

The uncle and nephew cleaned for a long time and finally cleaned the old house.

Huang Yingjun had no idea about the metal box, after all, this thing was something his brother left to Huang Mingzhe.

After the two of them locked the old house, they went back together. It just so happened that my aunt had already prepared dinner, so Huang Mingzhe could only be shameless and had a free meal.

After dinner, Huang Yingjun brought him some food, rice, oil and salt to the small villa.

It's late at night and people are quiet.

Inside the study on the second floor of the small villa.

Huang Mingzhe racked his brains to think that if he tried the password one by one, it would probably not be possible to get it until the year of the Monkey and Horse.

Do you want to smash it open?
Chapter completed!