Chapter 1627: Feng Feng's Dust Sealed Memory (11)

Feng Feng turned on all the lights at home before returning to Qiao Yaruan, looking up at the photos on the wall.
"This is a good question, and I don't know," Feng Feng said in response to Qiao Yaruan. "I asked my aunt, who said that living here is more like human life than living there."
Qiao Yaruan: "..."
Living a poetic aunt.
Qiao Yaruan looked around, and the lights were bright. This is different from that in the villa. In the villa, he would only turn on one lamp in the living room, not all.
"Aunt likes to be bright." Feng Feng said, let go of Qiao Yaruan, then went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked at the full ingredients, and knew that domestic workers were not lazy.
After seeing Qiao Yaruan, the corner of his mouth drew a little, this prodigal child.
"The African people are going to hate you," Qiao Yaruan said, continuing to look at the home.
"Aunt likes fresh food in the refrigerator, she likes to cook." Feng Feng said, looking back at Qiao Yaruan looking around, and then pulling her upstairs.
"What?" Qiao Yaruan gave a slight meal, and he was already pulled up.
"Looking at my childhood stuff, I didn't take them here, I wanted them to stay with my aunt." Feng Feng said, pulling Qiao Yaruan into a room.
Feng Feng reached out and turned on the light. The room was Kawaii, and he could not see the little boy's room.
Feng Feng shrugged: "No way, my aunt especially likes these things."
Qiao Yaruan smiled hard, looked here, and looked there. Even the sheets were made of SpongeBob, it was really cute.
Qiao Yaruan sat down beside the bed, Feng Feng squatted down and pulled out a box from the bottom of the bed, "My treasure chest."
Qiao Yaruan looked down curiously, "I thought you didn't, I also have a treasure chest when I was a kid." Qiao Yaruan said, sitting directly on the ground, watching him open the box.
"These were collected by my aunt for me, but it was gone after I was ten years old. Although I returned to Fengjia, she was very kind to me, but I know that it is because my presence can make her more powerful in Fengjia. That's it. "Feng Feng said that she was her mother.
Qiao Ya Ruan froze, then reached out and patted his shoulder, poor baby.
Probably no one except him is really loving him. His father didn't even want his life, did he?
There are many toys often played by little boys, and there is also a photo album.
"Is this when you were a kid?" Qiao Yaruan picked up curiously.
"Well, it was taken by my aunt to help me with the albums I washed out." When Feng Feng mentioned her aunt, her eyes were bright.
The photo album is DIY. You can see that it was made by my aunt.
The aunt loved his nephew with heart.
Qiao Yaruan thought, reaching out to open the album.
The album is brown antique wood, with a sense of age. There are two photos on one page, and there are words on the photo. That is the description of the photo, and the intention is clear.
The first one should be Feng Feng, who was just born, or a crumpled child, with the date on it, and a woman's white hand, it should be Feng Feng's mother.
That hand is slender and white, like green onions.
Sure enough, the years are a pig-killer. Although the current mother-in-law is properly raised, her hands are no longer as clean and beautiful as this.
At the back is a picture of his full moon. The little white baby doll makes people feel like it. "It turned out that you were so hooked when you were a kid." She said, and stretched out her hand and stroked the little face.