Chapter 196
The Forgotten Chapter Memory
Chapter 196 The Forgotten Memories
Suppressing the desire in his heart, Yun Shitian knew that now was not the time to see Mi Yao.
After more than half an hour, Mi Yao finally stopped sobbing. She opened the car door and got out of the car.
Yun Shitian frowned slightly, watching Mi Yao walk into the street inside, he seemed to think of something for a moment.
Mi Yao walked into the street, his eyes shaking violently.Everything familiar here seems to have not changed in the slightest, even though a few years have passed, it is still the same as she remembered before.
Her body couldn't help trembling, the closer she got to that "home", the more uneasy she felt.
Finally, Mi Yao stopped in a dilapidated courtyard at the corner of the street. It seemed that no one lived in the courtyard for a long time, and the surrounding area was covered with weeds.
Mi Yao's eyes turned red again, nothing has changed, the only thing that has changed is her "home".
Although this small courtyard is not exquisite, it is clean and tidy, at least that's how she remembered it.
When she was a child, she lived here with Xia Cheng. Although Xia Cheng seldom spoke, it gave her a very warm feeling at that time.
No one could understand Mi Yao's mood at that time when the kindly Xia Cheng stood in front of her and said softly to her, "From today onwards, I will be your father!"
It was as if she was floating alone on the sea, and when she met a piece of driftwood, she placed all her hopes and feelings on it.
At least, she has a father and a family, instead of being abandoned by everyone and a helpless orphan.
Xia Cheng gave her the identity she dreamed of.
At that time, although life was hard, she was always happy and happy.
Mi Yao looked at the mottled iron gate in front of her, and the memories of the past, the memories she thought she had forgotten, played back in her mind like a movie.
In the end, she was sold by Xia Cheng, and all the good things came to an abrupt end at this moment.
Her heart was in severe pain, and she bent over so painfully that she put her hands on the wall to stabilize her body.
Yun Shitian, who was standing not far behind Mi Yao, took a quick step, but stopped abruptly as soon as he took a step, clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.
After a while, Mi Yao stood up straight with a pale face, and took out a rusty key from a crack in the brick beside the gate.
This is their habit, whether it's her or Xia Cheng, they will always put the keys here when they go out, in order to be afraid that someone will forget to bring the keys when they return home.
Unlocking the lock on the door, Mi Yao stepped in.
The courtyard hadn't changed at all, and even the pot of winter jasmine flowers on the windowsill when she left was still there, but the flowers that were supposed to bloom beautifully had already withered and died.
Mi Yao's eyes were a bit hollow, and she needed great courage to take every step. Originally, the distance was only a dozen steps, but she walked for 10 minutes before entering the room that once belonged to her.
"Cough cough!"
Because no one took care of it for a long time, when the door was opened, the dust was flying, Mi Yao's hands were shaking, and the dust in front of him coughed lightly.
The inside of the room was much better than the entrance. The thin quilt on the big bed was neatly folded, and the old writing desk beside the bed was already covered with a layer of dust.
(End of this chapter)
Suppressing the desire in his heart, Yun Shitian knew that now was not the time to see Mi Yao.
After more than half an hour, Mi Yao finally stopped sobbing. She opened the car door and got out of the car.
Yun Shitian frowned slightly, watching Mi Yao walk into the street inside, he seemed to think of something for a moment.
Mi Yao walked into the street, his eyes shaking violently.Everything familiar here seems to have not changed in the slightest, even though a few years have passed, it is still the same as she remembered before.
Her body couldn't help trembling, the closer she got to that "home", the more uneasy she felt.
Finally, Mi Yao stopped in a dilapidated courtyard at the corner of the street. It seemed that no one lived in the courtyard for a long time, and the surrounding area was covered with weeds.
Mi Yao's eyes turned red again, nothing has changed, the only thing that has changed is her "home".
Although this small courtyard is not exquisite, it is clean and tidy, at least that's how she remembered it.
When she was a child, she lived here with Xia Cheng. Although Xia Cheng seldom spoke, it gave her a very warm feeling at that time.
No one could understand Mi Yao's mood at that time when the kindly Xia Cheng stood in front of her and said softly to her, "From today onwards, I will be your father!"
It was as if she was floating alone on the sea, and when she met a piece of driftwood, she placed all her hopes and feelings on it.
At least, she has a father and a family, instead of being abandoned by everyone and a helpless orphan.
Xia Cheng gave her the identity she dreamed of.
At that time, although life was hard, she was always happy and happy.
Mi Yao looked at the mottled iron gate in front of her, and the memories of the past, the memories she thought she had forgotten, played back in her mind like a movie.
In the end, she was sold by Xia Cheng, and all the good things came to an abrupt end at this moment.
Her heart was in severe pain, and she bent over so painfully that she put her hands on the wall to stabilize her body.
Yun Shitian, who was standing not far behind Mi Yao, took a quick step, but stopped abruptly as soon as he took a step, clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.
After a while, Mi Yao stood up straight with a pale face, and took out a rusty key from a crack in the brick beside the gate.
This is their habit, whether it's her or Xia Cheng, they will always put the keys here when they go out, in order to be afraid that someone will forget to bring the keys when they return home.
Unlocking the lock on the door, Mi Yao stepped in.
The courtyard hadn't changed at all, and even the pot of winter jasmine flowers on the windowsill when she left was still there, but the flowers that were supposed to bloom beautifully had already withered and died.
Mi Yao's eyes were a bit hollow, and she needed great courage to take every step. Originally, the distance was only a dozen steps, but she walked for 10 minutes before entering the room that once belonged to her.
"Cough cough!"
Because no one took care of it for a long time, when the door was opened, the dust was flying, Mi Yao's hands were shaking, and the dust in front of him coughed lightly.
The inside of the room was much better than the entrance. The thin quilt on the big bed was neatly folded, and the old writing desk beside the bed was already covered with a layer of dust.
(End of this chapter)