"Who should I learn from?" Chen Qing pinched her throat and spoke in a rather disgusting manner.
"Dad, learn from it!"
"Eh!" She was stunned for a moment.
Dad—my uncle?
She recalled the remaining memories in her mind. It seemed like this uncle had been a coward all his life?
Without thinking much, she took out a brand new hundred-dollar bill from her pocket. The bill only stayed in her hand for a second or two before the child snatched it away.
He dropped the knife, the blade clinking on the ground.
He turned around and entered the door, then asked Chen Qing behind him: "Is that uncle coming?"
"uncle."
"The one who fought with you behind closed doors!" When he realized that Chen Qing didn't understand, his voice was a little angry.
"Oh -" Chen Qing hesitated for a while, then shook his head: "No, he didn't come."
"Oh." He seemed a little regretful: "He said that if I call him dad again, he will buy me toys..."
Chen Qing listened and nodded understandingly.
It turned out to be this dad, not that one.
She wasted no more time and walked all the way into the master bedroom of the room in her memory.
It was originally my own, my own room.
She stood in front of the door, her steps slowing down a bit.
The wallpaper on the wall has been removed, and the desk with his handwriting on it is missing, but the lampshade in the room is still the same.
She smiled brightly, what if those memories were not hers?
Chen Qing thought about it and felt much better.
She found her way to the closet in her bedroom and opened the moldy wooden door. An old smell mixed with mold hit her face.
This closet has probably not been cleaned for a long time.
She looked at the sunken shape in the closet, as if someone had been lying in it for a long time.
She frowned, but there was a little person in her heart who was letting her relax her frown. She should be natural and relaxed.
She sighed and relaxed.
"What are you looking for?" Bu Zhaozhao stood aside and looked at the brother who had been playing with his mobile phone in the living room.
"Documents, transfer records, information signed when the custody was handed over." She frowned: "It can't be nothing..."
"There is no such thing as Jiang Wan..."
"But that's because it's been a long time and there were no records kept at that time. But people like them..."
Chen Qing was silent for a while, and after closing her eyes, she began to ask herself and the villain in her heart: "What if I want to hide a document... that may bankrupt me and kill my whole family?" Where should it be hidden?”
"What are you hiding! Burn it!"
Chen Qing frowned: "But what if it can't be burned? She... I have to keep this document."
The little man held his chin and hesitated for a long time: "A place I will never forget. I can see it every time, but no one will open it except me."
"Will it be in the bedroom?"
"It will be out of reach of my son."
"Will it be the kitchen?"
"That pig will get into the kitchen more than me."
"His... my son's bedroom?"
"No. It's impossible. He will play with it and I won't scold him."
Chen Qing nodded, that was in the bedroom.
But where in the bedroom?
He moved around, not the closet. The closet was too messy, and it looked like someone had been hiding here.
Maybe it was the concubine.
Under the bed? No, nor is it.
She shifted her gaze and suddenly stopped at the year before.
The wallpaper was changed, the tables were changed.
She clearly wanted to erase all traces of Chen Qing, but where was the lamp?
She stretched out her hand and gently took off the lampshade.
She looked at the paper used as paper on the lampshade and finally smiled.
…
An hour later, Chen Qing took off his disguise. Wait until tonight, when the family gathers at home, or later, until late at night, and no one will be surprised to find that the lights in the bedroom have turned brighter.
He tapped the document in his hand lightly, shaking off the dusty parts.
There are not many documents, but there are probably three or four.
He walked all the way out and soon left the community.
"Aren't you going to take a look at that extraordinary creature in the corridor?" Bu Zhaozhao was beside him and was quite amused when he saw his guilty look.
"I won't go for now." Chen Qing hesitated for a while, then raised his head and looked around for a moment, then said, "I always feel like someone is watching us, let's go back first."
There was no reason for what he said, but his tone was extremely firm.
Bu Zhaozhao listened, shook his head and said nothing.
She only thought that Chen Qing was too sensitive. After all, as a spiritual creature, if someone was staring at them, her field of vision would be enough to see them.
With this in mind, she followed Chen Qing on the way back.
But when they walked a long way and couldn't see the community when they looked back, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness of the corridor.
He looked at the door that Chen Qing had closed, opened his mouth and spoke word by word: "The document... is lost."
