Ye Huanyu didn't say anything, but turned around and looked at the furnishings in the house with the help of the dim light.

In the house with a temperature of more than 20 square meters, the furniture is actually very simple. On the innermost wall opposite the door, there is a steel wire bed with a bit rotten pipe.

On the light-colored bed sheets, the blue quilts are neatly stacked and placed on them.

On one side of the head of the bed is a wooden dressing table. There are a few cosmetics on it, but it looks like it hasn't been touched for a long time.

On the table below the oval mirror is a photo frame that has been covered with gray.

Ye Huanyu walked over, picked up the photo frame, and gently brushed away the dust on it with his hands.

It was a black and white photo of a young couple holding a chubby child.

The couple showed sweet smiles on their lips, looking very happy.

There is also a line of inscriptions in the upper right corner of the photo: Huanhuan Hundred Days Memorial.

Ye Huanyu gently stroked the three people in the picture with his hands, which was their only family portrait.

At this time, her tears could no longer be controlled, and they dripped onto the photos one by one.

Yun Bufan walked to Ye Huanyu, took out a tissue paper and handed it to her: "Yuyu, don't be too sad. Things have passed."

Ye Huanyu hugged the photo frame tightly on his chest, leaned his head against Yun Bufan's shoulder, and her tears broke through again.

Yun Bufan gently patted her shoulder with his hand, and his heart was mixed. The fate of the mother and daughter is so similar. Not to mention the ups and downs of life, it seems that they all meet bad people.

He really wanted to give her a warm home and a stable life, but he was powerless.

After a while, after Ye Huanyu cried, he felt that his mood was no longer so heavy.

Yun Bufan used a tissue to wipe away the remaining tears on her face.

He looked at her and smiled: "Do you feel much better now?" He said that, he began to roll up his arms and sleeves: "Yuyu, all unhappy things have passed, and you and your aunt will live a happy life in the future. I think time is limited, so let's clean up quickly."

Ye Huanyu nodded and started to make peace with Yun Bufan.

It is said to be a cleanup, but Lu Lu actually doesn't have much stuff here at all. A few sets of performance costumes that look out of date now, but were once very popular.

Simple clothes for four seasons worn by them.

There were several cheaper items in the small drawer of the dressing table, and she put them in the suitcase she brought.

"Yuyu, what do you think this is?" Yun Bufan said, and found a metal iron box from the cabinet on the other side of the bed.

Ye Huanyu walked over and reached out to take the box handed over by Yun Bufan.

This is a square tin box that was once very popular in the 1980s, with exquisite patterns and patterns printed on it.

It can be seen that my mother takes this box very seriously. After so many years, the iron box has no sign of rusting and still looks as smooth as new.

She sat by the bed with the box and opened it carefully.

In addition to some yellowed letters, there were also some scattered money, all with a denomination of five or ten yuan, and even a fifty-year-old was not seen.

Ye Huanyu's heart suddenly felt sad again. It was hard for her to imagine that her mother lived on this money. If it weren't for their mother and daughter's recognition, it would be hard for her to last for this little money.

Below the money, there is also a photo wrapped in a plastic bag.

Ye Huanyu was very surprised why this photo was placed here instead of on the dressing table.
Chapter completed!