"Why do you let us go out?" Nian Tang shouted angrily, "If we go out from here tonight, you will never get your mother's things in your life! Also, you will never know how your mother died back then!"

When Meng Chaojun heard this, he saw Meng Xinian standing up slowly, and his whole body could almost make people feel the cold and black air pressure. He couldn't help but say angrily: "Nian Tang, what are you talking nonsense? Didn't Nian Cheng'er die of illness back then?"

"Wow, it's right that I died of illness, but do you know how she got sick? And how she died of illness?"

Feeling that she was holding the ace in her hand, Nian Tang looked very arrogant now, "Cheng'er wrote all those things in her diary."

journal......

Fucking diary.

So, there was something else in the past?

Meng Chaojun's face changed. He looked at Meng Xinian and reached out to pull his arm, but Meng Xinian shook it suddenly and threw his hand away.

"previous years......"

Meng Xinian ignored him. He looked at Nian Tang and said in a low voice: "Where is the diary? What do you use to prove that you have my mother's diary?"

Nian Tang raised his eyebrows and said, "Wait."

He entered the guest room and soon came out to ask for it again, holding a black and white photo in his hand.

At this time, Jiang Xiao had already come out of the toilet.

She heard them, too.

Niantang has the diary of Meng Eubi’s mother?

No wonder they were able to run to the capital so unscrupulously and even rob the Meng family’s old house.

Nian Tang handed the black and white photo to Meng Xinian.

"Look, I knew you wouldn't believe it, so I took a photo. Your mother used to like writing, so I guess you still kept some of her words? You should be able to recognize her handwriting, right?"

Nian Cheng'er still kept some words and some were written specifically for him.

In the past, he would often read it out when he couldn't sleep at night, so Meng Xinian was so familiar with his mother's handwriting that he couldn't be more familiar with.

Even Meng Chaojun could still see it once he closed his eyes.

He also came over to see the photo in Meng Xinian's hand.

Jiang Xiao also came over.

The photo shows a diary with the first page opened.

The diary looks a little yellow, with a sense of vicissitudes of time.

There are two lines of poetry written on it.

Seeing the handwriting, Jiang Xiao felt that Meng Xinian was tense all over.

Meng Chaojun's face also changed slightly.

The diary looked a bit thick, and they couldn't help but guess, is she full of this diary? What will be written later?

"How is it? Yes? Can you recognize your mother's handwriting?" Nian Cheng said proudly, "If you really can't recognize it, I will go back and tear a few pages to bring it to you for a closer look."

"No tearing."

Meng Xinian raised her head, and her eyes were covered in cold and darkness.

This makes people feel very cold.

But Jiang Xiao felt a little distressed, and she could feel his wounds and pain at this moment.

My mother's death has always been a scar in his heart.

However, he has been suppressing it with strength before.

Jiang Xiao took a look at the photo again. For some reason, she always felt that the diary on this photo looked familiar.

She seems to have seen it before.

But this is Meng Xinian’s mother’s diary, how could she have seen it?

Jiang Xiao frowned and thought hard.
Chapter completed!