Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Chapter 714 Old Photos

The main house remains the same.

Looks low-key but is actually luxurious.

The emptiness is filled with refracted light.

If there is any change, it is that the flowers in the corners and on the tables and cabinets have been replaced with roses.

Winter rose.

Wen Can's fingers hanging by his side moved uncontrollably.

He lowered his eyes, and walked up the stairs step by step with an indescribable premonition, until he entered Wen Rong's bedroom.

After Chi Wandao passed away, he changed his bedroom because he could not face the traces left by his deceased wife. The room that he originally shared with Chi Wandao was locked together with Chi Wandao's personal study, and it was never opened except for cleaning.

"Come, A-chan, take a look."

At Wen Rong's call, Wen Can walked around the antique display case and saw a painting placed on the carpet next to the desk.

The painting is a family portrait of three people.

The background is a busy street in a foreign country and white doves flying in the sky.

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"For something as important as a family portrait, you have to go home and find a master to take it. You can also change a lot of clothes and scenes, and the location has to be a manor or a villa. It's not appropriate to just find a half-baked artist on the street to take it, right?"

The young Wen Rong kept muttering in a very fussy manner, but was ruthlessly suppressed by Chi Wandao who was putting a hat on his son.

"Why are you so particular? Put away your pedantic and feudal ideas of a young master from a big family. I have the final say over everything for those who can't read a map! Otherwise, I will just leave you outside and go back to the hotel by myself."

"...You are too unreasonable."

Wen Rong helplessly let the woman put on an inappropriate bunny headband for him. When she fiddled with the headband in front of the mirror, he bent down and patted his son's hat: "A Can, bear with it for a while. Dad will take you to wash your face after the photoshoot."

The little boy raised his head, revealing a pretty face with red moles and blushed cheeks under his hat, but his eyes were filled with despair: "Dad, I want to wash my face now."

"I'm sorry." The handsome young man apologized to him sincerely and even sadly, "It's all because of Dad's uselessness. Dad can't read a map, doesn't dare to offend Mom, and can't save you. Just bear with it. Dad will buy you a model later."

"What are you talking about? Come take a picture!"

The man immediately shut up, leaned over, picked up the little boy, turned around and walked over, saying nonchalantly and excitedly: "I'm coming! Honey, wait for me!"

The foreigner, speaking with a thick accent, directed the family of three to pose.

They hurriedly did as they were told, while making complaints that no one could understand.

"This pose is too old-fashioned."

"The wind is so strong, Ah Can, hold on to your hat so it doesn't get blown away. If your short hair is exposed, people will know you are a boy."

"You know it even if I don't show it! I'm a boy!"

"Okay, okay, you are a boy. Today I am just pretending to be a girl to fulfill your mother's wish of having both a son and a daughter. After the filming, daddy will give you a reward."

"Ah Can, you won't have to suffer this pain when your parents give you a sister - do you want a sister?"

"Who said you want to have a little sister? Have you forgotten how much you suffered when you gave birth to A-Chan? We agreed to only have one child."

"Hey! smile!"

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The street photographer yelled.

The quarreling family of three immediately raised their mouth corners reflexively, showing their teeth, and leaned towards each other at the same time.

The wind still blew away the little boy's hat. He covered his head in horror. The woman opened her eyes wide and raised her hand to grab it. Only the man held the child like a fool, tilted his head and smiled brightly at the camera.

White doves fluttered their wings behind them.

The sunset on the exotic streets outlines the bustling crowds and bouquets of flowers everywhere.

Steam was rising from the coffee stalls and balloons were ascending into the sky in the distance.

The picture is frozen at this moment.

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At this moment, the picture begins to flow again.

In the little boy's eyes, his breath, his touch.

In addition to the sound, the wind also brought the smell and temperature of the woman beside him.

She jumped up to grab the hat, a whine came out of her mouth, and her long hair swept across the boy's face.

Her hands smelled of the sweetness of ice cream, the ink from which she had been immersed day after day in writing mathematical formulas, and the peach-scented perfume that was about to evaporate as evening approached.

He wanted to get closer, but the boy was made to do the opposite because of her hair.

He turned his face away and leaned into his father's arms.

Then the woman's footsteps were heard as she hurried after her hat.

He felt as if magma was bursting in his heart and tearing his flesh and blood. He wanted to roar to retain his life, but was ruthlessly blocked by the solid volcanic rock.

Until the woman came running back with her hat.

"What a coincidence! It actually flew directly onto someone's head. I almost didn't recognize it as our hat..."

As she said this, she put the hat back on the boy's head.

The boy looked up.

The moment I saw that smiling face, my heart stopped beating.

But that is not satisfaction.

That's when the magma turned into dead ash.

When the memories were handed over, he opened his eyes outside the frame and saw the boy who was forever frozen in the photo.

He said nothing, his jaw set.

Wen Rong sighed in my ears: "It's been so many years. Do you still remember this photo? It has faded a lot due to improper storage. I recently asked someone to draw it. How is it? If there is anything wrong, I will ask him to change it."

"..."

Wen Can's throat seemed to be filled with sand.

He suspected that if he opened his mouth, he would spit out endless sand and blood.

But under the control of his sharper instinct, he still spoke, and his voice was different from what he expected, and it was light and cheerful: "There's nothing wrong with it. It's just a painting after all. It's better to hang up the photo. It's more authentic and can better experience the feeling at that time."

Wen Rong fell into a brief silence.

After a moment, he forced a smile and said, "I wanted to, but the photo is faded."

"I know a very capable technician who can restore it and do high-definition processing." Wen Can stared at the painting and said with a smile, "It will definitely be more immersive if it is hung here than this painting."

"…By the way, besides this, there are other things."

Wen Rong said, and called Wen Can to go out: "Come and see."

Wen Can didn't look at the painting again. He turned around and followed him out of the bedroom.

Turning the corner and walking through the corridor, we finally arrived at the bedroom where Wen Rong and Chi Wandao lived seven years ago.

The lock is gone.

The door is open.

A warm, bright light shone from inside.

Wen Can slowly stopped.

Wen Rong was at the door, waving at him and smiling: "Ah Can, Dad has thought about it. Seven years is long enough. We should not avoid talking about your mother anymore. We have to open the lock, open the memories, and live as if your mother is still alive."

"After all, we still have each other, don't we?"

"..."

The air falls.

A strange atmosphere spread through this corridor.

It was as if transparent tentacles were extending out from the long-sealed room, covering the two people in front of the door and even the entire house.

Wen Can kept his pupils slightly contracted, staring at the door, and seemed to be just daydreaming.

Until Wen Rong's mouth twitched and he pushed his shoulder: "A Can?"

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upstairs.

The old man who had fallen asleep suddenly woke up without any warning.

He sat up, sweating profusely, and rang the bell while breathing rapidly.

Soon the housekeeper hurried in, grabbed the man and asked anxiously: "Where is Ah Can? Where is Ah Rong? Where are they? What are they doing?!"