91: Chapter 91 My background

Chapter 91 My background

I bought my phone and went back to ask my uncle. What if it's really usable after it's burned?

The old uncle looked at me with complicated eyes, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded child.

I immediately became embarrassed and blushed. "Uncle, why don't you just look at me?"

Uncle sighed and said. "Miss, I don't think King of Hell can use this, let alone..."

"Besides what?" I looked at my uncle's stammering words, and I said anxiously. "Uncle, if you have anything to say, I'm listening!"

"Sheol has no signal..."

Hmm... This makes sense.

I immediately gave up on this idea. When I saw this couple's phone, I guess Rong Ci would n' t be able to use it.

He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Although his uncle was in my house, he was always in the kitchen.

When I was fine, I couldn't see him. He appeared at lunchtime.

He probably went to find Aunt Xu.

He had nothing to do in the morning, so he didn't see any ghosts coming to look for me. Rong Ci said that as a medium, I had great damage to my body.

Let me not become the media easily.

Perhaps next time, he would wake up and Netherworld in Sheol.

Therefore, in the future, I would never do anything like this.

Having nothing to do, he cleaned the room and tidied it up. It had been a long time since he had tidied it up.

When I was alone in the past, I cleaned it every half a month.

After cleaning the room and cleaning the cabinet, an old photo appeared.

I never found a picture of my mother before. When her mother passed away, she didn't even have a photo.

The person who handled the incident said that the posthumous photos could not be used. It was unlucky.

No one dared to take pictures like this. At that time, I was still young and didn't understand these famous places.

So, she didn't leave any photos. Her mother was tired when she was alive and raised me up by herself. At that time, she would n' t have time to take photos.

The family was also poor.

As a result, I usually missed my mother, so I could only see and think of people.

When he saw the old photo stuck in the drawer, it was half the size of a palm. I had never cleaned up this place before, but I didn't expect there to be another photo.

When I saw the photo, the woman on it was my mother.

There was a man beside his mother. He had a baby in his arms, and his mother had a baby in her arms.

The two children looked exactly the same.

Her mother had a smile on her face. She could tell that she was very happy when taking pictures.

However, the man's face was blurry and he could n' t see what it looked like.

The photos had been kept for many years. In the past, not everyone could afford to buy a phone, and the ability to take photos did not exist.

I looked at the photo for a while and flipped it over to the back. There was a line of words on it.

The handwriting was raw and distorted. This was the handwriting of his mother.

It was written in ink and pen. As time went by, the house returned to normal in spring.

The handwriting on the page was blurred.

However, he could still see what was written.

The general meaning of the message was a blessing.

And my name. In the past, my name was He Xiao.

There was also a man named He Huan, his mother's name, and another man's name, He Yunsheng.

Grandma said that she didn't know who my father was.

My mother returned to the village when she was pregnant and said that I was born in the village.

Xiao Yun said that I had a younger sister, but Grandma had never mentioned it to me, and even her mother had never told me.

Do I have a sister?

Who was this He Huan?

At this moment, my mind was confused. Was what Xiao Yun said true or false?

I thought about it and quickly tidied up the items. I found a few books that my mother had kept for a few years ago.

I wanted to find out if my mother had left any information.

If I really had a sister, my mother wouldn't have stayed behind.

Most of the bookkeeping books were for mothers to record their daily expenses and receipts.

At that time, when my mother and I were living together, she always told me to write and study hard. Don't read too many books and have nothing to do.

Now that I had finished studying in college, what would my mother think if she knew that I had become a sacrifice?

Perhaps even if I risked my life, I would have to live an ordinary life!

I flipped through the books for a long time and finished reading them.

When I saw the contents of the last book, my eyes widened.

His mother clearly wrote:" I don't know how Huan Huanhuan is doing right now. With her father, life will be better, right?" He Family people were so rich that Huanhuan didn't have to worry about eating or drinking in the future.

She only smiled bitterly and followed the mother who had nothing...

His mother had written a few books, but it was only a week away, like Zhou Ji.

It was written all over her mother's thoughts about her sister and also mentioned me.

After I finished reading, I immediately took out my phone and called Third Uncle.

Third Uncle received my phone call. Before he could speak, I asked. "Uncle, was I born in the village?" 1

Why did Grandmother keep it from me?

She said that my mother had arrived in the village since she was pregnant. It wasn't until I was born that she took me out to work and earn money to support me after the moon.

In other words, I was in the village when I was born.

Grandmother must have known how many babies my mother gave birth to, and the man in photo was my father, right?

A group photo of a family of four.

It was because her father abandoned her when her mother was pregnant.

As for what happened later, Grandma might not know.

However, she must have known about what had happened earlier.

Grandmother knew that Third Uncle and Third Aunt would also know about this.

But now, his third aunt had passed away.

Third Uncle listened to me on the other end of the phone and said. "Xiaoxiao, why did you suddenly ask this?"

"Uncle, tell me honestly if I was born in the village! "Do I still have a sister?" I clearly had a younger sister and a father.

Why did my mother never tell me?

Even Grandmother kept it from me!

When I asked this, Third Uncle fell silent. I waited.

After a while, Third Uncle's voice came. "Xiaoxiao, did you see your sister?"

Third Uncle's words answered my question in disguise.

I don't know if I should be happy or not.

To my delight, I still had my father and sister.

However, she wasn't happy because her grandmother and mother were both hiding it from me. She wrote in her notebook that she was sorry for me, but she did n' t say how she was sorry for me.

What had happened inside?

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