Connecting these points one by one gave Wen Tong a bold hypothesis.
Could this beautiful woman in front of me have anything to do with Beichen Xiao?
With this question in mind, Wen Tong sent a text message to Beichen Xiao.
"Do you have any photos of your childhood?"
Not long after sending the message, he sent a photo.
When Wen Tong opened it, he was so angry that he vomited blood. He actually sent a photo of himself out of the bath. In the photo, he only wore a bath towel around his lower body, showing off his perfect figure.
"What's the point of looking at childhood? Isn't it more straightforward to look at this?"
"you're home?"
"Then where do you think I take a shower?"
"I want photos of you as a child."
"No."
Wen Tong was furious, threw the phone aside and ignored him.
"What about texting with your boyfriend?" Fang Lan sat over and asked with a smile.
Wen Tong said no, but the smile on her face could not be concealed. It was a unique expression belonging to a person in love.
Time flies so fast. The last time she met Fang Lan, she and Beichen Xiao were still in dire straits. At that time, she was unwilling to mention a word about him.
"Ding Ding's father doesn't live with you?" Fang Lan asked casually.
"We are not married yet." Wen Tong thought for a moment, then stood up to get a photo, "Aunt Fang, this is our family photo."
She later begged Beichen Xiao to develop and print this photo for her. She enlarged it and mounted it in an exquisite frame.
"Let me see." Fang Lan took it over excitedly and whispered, "I want to see who Ding Ding looks like more."
His fingertips touched the cold photo frame, and a harmonious picture of a family of three appeared in his eyes.
When Fang Lan saw the person in the photo, her rosy face suddenly turned pale. With a flick of her wrist, the photo frame fell to the floor. Wen Tong, with quick eyes and quick hands, hurriedly caught it.
"Aunt Fang, what's wrong?"
Wen Tong looked at Fang Lan, who looked shocked. Her eyes were panicked, her hands were tightly clenched into fists, and she remained silent without speaking.
"Aunt Fang?" Wen Tong gently shook her arm. Her abnormal reaction made her more sure that Fang Lan must know Beichen Xiao.
"Ah?" Fang Lan suddenly came to his senses and tried to force out a smile, "It's nothing, I suddenly have no strength in my hands."
"Then don't look at it."
"No, no, no, I didn't see clearly just now." Fang Lan took the photo frame over again and stared at the person in the photo with a pair of gloomy eyes.
After all this time, he still hasn't changed. His face will always have an indifferent expression, and his eyes will always be full of sharpness. However, when he hugs the women and children around him, the cold curve of his chin seems to have become much softer.
, and not so cold anymore.
He looked at the camera as if he were looking at her.
Ba.
A drop of tear hit the glass of the photo frame, staining it into a small water stain. Under the tears, Bei Chenxiao's face became blurry.
"Auntie..." Wen Tong quickly took out a tissue and handed it over, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay, my eyes hurt. I've always had a habit of crying when it hurts." Fang Lan clearly had tears in her eyes, but there was a smile on her lips. She wiped her eyes and returned the photo frame to Wen Tong, "He said
Are you OK?"
Wen Tong smiled and pursed her lips, "It's okay."
It was actually very good, but she was embarrassed to say it, as if she was showing off.
"That's good, that's good." Fang Lan patted Wen Tong's hand reassuringly, "I'm tired, I'm going to rest first."
At this time, Wen Tong was even more certain that Fang Lan must know Beichen Xiao.
Wen Tong gave up her room to Fang Lan. Lin Dong happened to be on a business trip, so she and Ding Ding went to Lin Dong's room.
Wen Tong brought a new bedding and observed Fang Lan while making the bed.
She was standing in front of the bed, packing her purse. Suddenly, a photo slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.
Fang Lan hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but Wen Tong was one step ahead of her.
She had seen this photo in Fang Lan's iron box. It was a little boy in simple clothes, holding a toy dog in his hand. At such a young age, there was a look of indifference in his eyes, as if he didn't like to be close to others.
Looking at this photo again, she felt more and more that this was Beichen Xiao when he was a child.
"Aunt Fang, is this your son?" Wen Tong picked up the photo.
Although she knew that this would inevitably touch Fang Lan's heart, she also wanted to figure it out. It was not only related to Fang Lan, but also to her man.
Fang Lan was at a loss at first, but then slowly calmed down. She gently stroked the little boy's face in the photo with her fingers and asked in a voice as soft as a feather, "Does he look like Ding Ding?"
"It's very similar."
"He is my son, but..." she said after a pause, "he is already dead."
died?
"He died fifteen years ago."
Fifteen years, so long?
"I don't have a son anymore, not anymore." Fang Lan's tears fell down like broken threads, and Wen Tong didn't know how to comfort him for a moment.
"Although he is an indifferent child, he is really nice to me." Fang Lan said intermittently, the valve of memory was opened, and all the sadness came out.
"Aunt Fang." Wen Tong closed her palms and put the photo in her palms.
She wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper."
"It's my fault, I shouldn't ask about these things."
"I'm going to wash my face." Fang Lan turned around and entered the bathroom.
Wen Tong stood still, vaguely feeling that Fang Lan had some last resort.
Back in the room, she grabbed her phone and quickly sent a text message to Beichen Xiao.
"I want photos of you when you were a child. If you send them, I will go to your house tomorrow."
This was the biggest temptation for him, and he shouted all day long.
Sure enough, not long after the text message was sent, he responded. There was no photo, only one sentence, "What do you want to know?"
Does his thinking need to be so sharp?
Wen Tong made up a random reason, "It's your son. The school is holding parent-child activities, and I want a photo of my father when he was a child to make a photo album."
After sending the message for a long time, there was no movement from him. Just when Wen Tong was about to give up, the text message alert sounded.
"Are you really coming to my house tomorrow?"
As expected, this is what he is most concerned about!
Wen Tong was speechless and said perfunctorily, "I will definitely go."
"you swear."
"Okay, I swear."
Why is this man so childish?
Wen Tong pretended to swear, and finally there was movement over there. Soon, a black and white photo was sent over.
The little boy in the photo has short hair, is wearing a gray sportswear, and is holding an old toy dog in his arms.
It's exactly the same as the photo in Fang Lan's hand.