"Mr. Qiao?"

Xiao Zhang waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Qiao Ansheng's reply, so he couldn't help but shout a few times.

Qiao Ansheng came back to her senses. She put the pen in her hand into the cap, pushed the chair away, and stood up: "Well, I understand, please send it for me."

Xiao Zhang was neat and almost when Qiao Ansheng walked to the door, she was already holding the thing and pushing open the door.

Qiao Ansheng stared at the cardboard box that was sent from thousands of miles away. The box was not big and there should be nothing big. She squatted down and held the utility knife and cut the layers of tape.

The box sniffed and opened.

As usual, it was a familiar smell that came to her face, the same smell as she smelled in the archives that day, with the smell of corrupt paper.

Qiao Ansheng was rushing by the smell, pinched his nose, leaned back slightly, slapped the smell a few times, and then leaned over and looked into the box...

I saw that the huge box had only a yellow envelope, which was fixed in the center by bubble paper.

The yellow envelope looked like something from the last century, and it was so old that it was so mottled. I don’t know if the cover was stained by water or something.

Qiao Ansheng reached out to pick up the envelope.

It's quite heavy.

She opened the seal and thumped from it...

A very old cowhide notebook fell out.

That notebook is rare in the market today. It also looks like it has experienced many vicissitudes. The best cowhide has become wrinkled under the destruction of time, exuding a moldy and rotten smell.

The title page is written in beautiful fonts: "Lin Qing".

"Lamp? Could it be Aunt Lin Qing's diary?"

Qiao Ansheng was a little surprised. She thought it would be some of Lin Qing's clothes, but she didn't expect it would be Lin Qing's notebook.

No wonder the old man insisted on handing over this thing to her.

After all, this diary is much more important than what kind of clothing and luggage are.

Qiao Ansheng picked up the notebook, flipped it around casually, and then lifted it up.

As a result, she forgot that the notebook was old, and the paper inside had been rolled up, and the threads were all gone. When she mentioned it so casually, many yellowed pages fell off.

Qiao Ansheng was stunned for a moment, looked down at the paper scattered in the cardboard box, and frowned slightly.

She had no intention of trying to spy on Lin Qing's privacy, but now the notebook was dispersed because of her actions.

Qiao Ansheng had no choice but to take out all the notebooks together with the paper inside, as if holding some treasure and holding them to his desk.

She made some space on the desk and carefully placed the scattered paper on the desk. Fortunately, Lin Qingyou wrote the date on each page.

Qiao Ansheng was also very good at making arrangements. She inserted the scattered paper back. Occasionally, if there was no date, she accidentally scanned the contents of the diary.

However, it was this glance that made Qiao Ansheng stiffen all over.

Her eyes were a little surprised, and her hands were stiff and picked up the paper like a piece of iron, staring straight at the half piece of paper, as if it had been a century.

Qiao Ansheng had just finished reading the contents of the paper.

After reading it, Qiao Ansheng's body trembled uncontrollably, and the content on the paper made her feel like avalanche.

If this is true...

That……

Qiao Ansheng stumbled up from her desk. She smoothed the wrinkled paper, then stuffed it into the notebook, put the notebook in her arms and pulled it out.

She was so shocked that she staggered out, noticing that she tripped under her feet by the corner of the chair and fell heavily to the ground.

His knee hit the ground and made a dull collision, but Qiao Ansheng seemed to have no feeling, holding the notebook.

He gritted his teeth and stood up, opened the door and rushed out.

Qiao Ansheng stood at the elevator entrance and couldn't help but take out his cell phone and call Qin Yanchen. The phone rang for a second and was picked up.

"Shengsheng?"

The man's background sound was very noisy, but his low voice suddenly crashed into Qiao Ansheng's mind, and Qiao Ansheng's fingertips instantly gathered.

She calmed down and said, "Are you upstairs?"

The man over there paused, as if he could hear her tone being a little abnormal, and said in a deep voice: "No, I'm outside."

There seemed to be someone talking to Qin Yanchen next to him. Qin Yanchen should have covered the microphone and responded vaguely, and then continued to say to Qiao Ansheng: "I need to deal with some things outside, what's wrong with you?"

The elevator opened.

Qiao Ansheng held down the door key, staring at the bright red numbers on the elevator door, her somewhat panicked mind had calmed down a lot in the slightest time of talking to the man.

"fine……"

Qiao Ansheng tightened the diary in his arms, closed his eyes, took a deep breath in his mind, and when he opened his eyes, his face suddenly became firm: "It's nothing, I miss you a little."

Qiao Ansheng stood in the elevator in the corridor. The wind that blew from nowhere filled her whole body, and also suppressed the initial panic in her heart.

"If you are busy, I won't bother you anymore. I just want to tell you that I want to see my grandparents, so I went there first."

It’s better if Qin Yanchen is not here. Qiao Ansheng released the elevator key and slowly closed the elevator door. For some things, don’t let Qin Yanchen know about it for the time being.

She glanced at the phone and gave a bright smile, as if through the void in front of her, she could see the man's exquisite and unparalleled outline.

"You're done after you're done, remember to pick me up."

Her voice was blessed by the microphone, as if she was carrying electric current, climbing up Qin Yanchen's spine bit by bit.

The man's voice is gentle and indulgent: "Okay."

He waited for Qiao Ansheng to hang up the phone, and then he reluctantly closed the line.

Chi Yang followed behind him: "Mr. Qin?"

Qin Yanchen put away his cell phone, and the tenderness faded from the tip of his eyebrows in an instant. He looked ahead and his voice was cold: "Hurry up."

Don't delay him from picking up his little wife home.

...

Qiao Ansheng on the other side hung up the phone, supported the wall with his hand and took a deep breath again.

The things Lin Qing recorded in her notebook surprised her so much, and it involved a series of things many years ago. Therefore, in a panic, she couldn't help but think that she wanted to tell Qin Yanchen.

But the impulse was only a moment, and it was instantly transferred, calmly and gradually returned to the furnace. The sweetness in her chest that rose from Qin Yanchen slowly pressed down.

Ice cold comes immediately.

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Happy weekend, today is 2 updates, I am so tired of learning to drive, so it’s so hard.
Chapter completed!