But I can't remember how long it took for my son to call him like that?

Meng Chaojun felt a stinging pain in his heart.

Jiang Xiao ran all the way to a hotel.

This hotel is a very old-fashioned hotel in the capital. It was very glorious in the 1970s and gradually declined in the late 1980s. By the 1990s, it was already on the verge of demolition.

Later, this place was to be changed into a sauna.

Jiang Xiao kept thinking about something in her previous life.

It was also something she had always forgotten.

At that time, she worked part-time while painting. Before changing the hotel to a sauna, she hired people to help clean it up. Some things that can be sold were collected and sold as scraps, and some things that can be sold were thrown away.

At that time, she felt that she would definitely not come in to work in the sauna center, but she could do the classifying work in the early stage, and the money she gave was not small at that time.

So she worked here for about a week.

She was assigned to clean up a small warehouse, which contained a lot of miscellaneous items, one of which was a hotel guest or something sent by someone else.

Some of them have accumulated because of unknown reasons.

When she packed up these things, Jiang Xiao unpacked a lot of emails and packages, some of which were valuable and had to be handed over. If some were books, she could take them away if she wanted them.

It was at that time that she opened a package, which contained a small box, a jade ring, a few photos, and a notebook.

Most of the photos are black and white single photos of a child.

The child is still very young and very cute.

There is also a photo of a woman with this child. She held the child and looked down at the child with her head. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she felt very, very gentle.

It was that photo that touched Jiang Xiao.

At that time, she kept thinking, why didn’t she have such a good mother?

She just opened the first page of that diary.

I took a look and thought that I would turn it over again, but I felt that this was a bit immoral.

No matter who it belongs to, she shouldn't have read other people's diaries.

After thinking about it, she thought it would be better for this thing to return to the original owner, but she didn't know who the thing belonged to. After looking through it, she saw the name of a photo studio behind the photo.

The photo was taken from that photo studio.

So, she carefully wrapped the things and sealed them up, left the photo, found the photo studio, asked the owner of the photo studio, and asked him if he knew the identity of the woman in the photo.

The owner of the photo studio didn't know, but a man who went to pick up the photos saw it and recognized it.

"This is the wife of a man I know. She has passed away, but I know where her son is, the child in this photo. He has grown up. If you can trust me, give me the stuff and I will hand it over to him."

At that time, Jiang Xiao felt that he didn't seem to be lying, but when he thought of the diary inside, he felt that he was responsible for a dead woman and could not hand over her things to a strange man, right?

So she said to the man, "I want to hand it over to him myself. If you really know him, can you let him send me a photo of his infancy? After comparing this photo with this photo, I will send him the thing. This is his mother's thing. Please forgive me for not handing it to others casually."
Chapter completed!