The rattle, wooden pony, silver lock plate, and deformed small silver bracelet were all discolored and moldy. They fell to the ground and were quickly stained with dust.
Song Xiang pushed the things aside and found a moldy photo under the rattle. It wasn't even plastic-wrapped. It looked like it was from a long time ago.
The photo shows a fat baby with a yellow face and bulging cheeks, grinning at the camera.
Song Xiang raised his head, "Look, is this me?"
Yan Han pursed his lips and said nothing.
Song Xiang smiled and sniffed, her lips trembling.
After carefully putting away the pile of things, she opened other cabinets in the room and dug out everything that should be there.
The room was in a mess, and there were indeed a lot of things, but Song Xiang's face was gloomy and his eyes were wandering.
Yan Han walked up behind her and grabbed her arm, "What are you looking for?"
Song Xiang opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, "My thing."
Yan Han glanced around and saw that the things on the ground were all very small, including cotton-padded clothes and trousers, all from childhood. There was nothing older.
"Where have all my textbooks, clothes and equipment gone over the years?" Song Xiang asked with a numb face.
I had never thought about it before, but now I suddenly figured it out, and my whole body was shaking. She didn't leave anything behind, and the whole house was full of "Song Xiang's" things.
What she thought was her spiritual support turned out to be stolen from others.
No wonder Xu Shuyan said she was a thief. These days, whenever she calls her mother, Xu Shuyan will immediately become violent. It turns out that this is the reason.
When she hurried home, she originally wanted to find some trace of her existence. Even if there was a trace, she could deceive herself and tell herself that her mother was still her mother, and other things were just random thoughts.
The truth hit her hard, and she didn't even have a chance to catch her breath.
The muscles and veins supporting the body seemed to have been taken away in an instant. His feet went soft and he suddenly fell backwards.
Yan Han always protected her and quickly supported her.
"Song Xiang!"
With his voice in her ears, she opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly remembered.
Even this name... belongs to someone else.
"Walk……"
"What?" Yan Han picked her up and asked in a low voice.
Song Xiang was shaking all over and said, "Leave."
"good."
After the words fell, he quickly carried the person out of the door.
Outside, Yan Song and his people had already surrounded the area.
"Master, should we go back the way we came, or repair it nearby?"
Yan Han paused for a moment, then looked down at the person in his arms, waiting for her reaction.
Song Xiang closed his eyes, his lips turned white, and he was unable to speak.
"Go to a nearby hotel." Yan Han decided.
"yes."
Fortunately, the roads in the village were well repaired, and Yan Song asked someone to drive the car in.
Yan Han carried Song Xiang into the car and ordered him to drive away.
There were beads of sweat on Song Xiang's forehead, and she clutched his collar and refused to let go.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her eyes were wet, and she opened her mouth, wanting to say something to Yan Han.
His ears were filled with severe coldness, trying to hear clearly what she was saying, but the voice was so soft that he couldn't hear it clearly at all.
After repeating it many times, he was slightly sure of what she said.
She said: "Don't want me..."
"No." The man frowned, with a lump in his throat, and promised against the corner of the lips of the person in his arms, "I won't let you go."
After listening to what he said, Song Xiang loosened his hand slightly, but his face became even paler.
Yan Han didn't trust the small hospitals nearby, otherwise he would be reassured by being hospitalized immediately.