Chapter one hundred and forty-two, the Old House of Memories

Luo Ying's brain is really big. Gong Haohui glared at her.

"If I wanted to sell you, would I have to wait until now? " Gong said with a wry smile.

Luo Ying thought about it, really is also this Li ha ha ha, after all, she lived in Gong Haohui for so long.

The car drove for a long time, Gong Haohui through a forest, came to a seems to have a very old cottage here.

This is what Gong Haohui exchanged with Gong after he agreed to keep Luo Jiaojiao. It is said to be a small house in his father's name. When his father was young, he would often come here to relax and relieve the pressure.

However, Gong Haohui, the Old Fox, has only given him the key, and the house property certificate is still in his hand, so Gong Haohui hasn't really brought the small house over yet.

But it did not matter, of course, he must first check the goods, his father's things, he must not lose all back.

"Wow, I didn't know there was such a fine villa in this forest. It seems that no one has lived there for a long time, Gong Haohui. Is this your house? "

Luoying side looking at the House vicissitudes and gorgeous appearance, while asking Gong Haohui.

The size of the house was not particularly large, but it was beautifully decorated, in the style of an old European Gross leasable area, probably because it was deep in the jungle and had been neglected for too long, so this side has been all flowers and plants to occupy, the walls are all green creeper and morning glory, as if by natural sculpture of art, the wall has mottled the color can not be seen clearly, but this is all the more important because of the sense of time.

"No, it's my father's house. "

Gong Haohui Simple answer his question, he took her hand, carefully took her through the thorns at her feet, found the door of the villa, with his hand to force the front of the road to clean the grass, he can take out the key to open the door.

It should only have gone through six years of time without care, did not expect to become such a scene, really do not know whether to say that the destructive power of nature is relatively strong.

With the key to open the door, Gong Haohui really took great pains to open it, the latch of the door was rusted, Gong Haohui pushed it away hard, what came to his face was the smell of flying dust, he turned around and threw Luo Ying into her arms, try to keep her from breathing in the bad air.

Luo Ying although in the mind has moved, but this has no use at all, because she was Gong Haohui embrace almost suffocated. Gently pinched his arm, Gong hao-hui only a little bit of release, give her breathing space.

Sure enough, the place had already been buried by the dust, Gong Haohui fanned the dust in the air with his hand, coughing, looking left and right, suddenly, he saw something, immediately walked over.

Next to the TV cabinet, there was this dusty picture frame, and Gong picked her up gently and wiped the haze off it with a tissue, and the picture came out.

Yes, it turned out to be his father's house, because this picture is exactly what the three of them looked like when they were children. He is still a five-year-old child, with a smile as bright as the sun, in the arms of his parents, growing up in love.

Luo Ying also leaned over, see Gong Haohui father that God like Gong Haohui Face, suddenly sighed, the genes of the palace is really strong.

"Is this your family? " Luo Ying put together a small head to ask curiously in the past.

"Hmm. " Gong Haohui nodded his head in acquiescence.

"Oh, your mother is so good-looking. I wonder when I'll see her. "

In the previous relationship, Luo Ying has clearly known that Gong Haohui's father died of illness, so he tried to avoid asking his father's questions, afraid to poke his heart.

In the photo, Mother Gong Haohui Looks Very Beautiful, and temperament, looks gentle and elegant, even if it is a mother of such a big child, but it is hard to hide the breath of youth, it is very enviable. However, why didn't Gong Haohui Inherit this? She assured him that Gong's father was definitely not a snake like him.

"Yes, my mother is the most beautiful woman in the world in my opinion. Unfortunately, she left me when I was so young and didn't even say goodbye. " Gong Haohui Gently touched his mother's photo with his thumb, luo Ying felt his voice tremble a little.

I can't believe Gong Haohui's mother passed away. How could she ask such questions? She suddenly regretted her words. But sometimes, she just couldn't help herself, and when she saw his sad face, she couldn't help but want to comfort him.

"It's all right. Don't be sad. Your mother doesn't want to see you like this. "

Gong Haohui did not speak, put down the photos, with Luo Ying around the room, the first floor is a very large living room, the living room is also placed a very large grand piano, a look is the rich people of Literature and art.

Then, on the corner of the living room on the first floor, there is a large kitchen. Although the kitchen utensils and other things have been covered with dust, it is not difficult to see that this family used to be a very clean family because there was nothing but dust on it, you can still see that everything must have been spotless and pristine.

This made luoying could not help but think of her mother. When her mother was at home, she was also a very fastidious woman. In her spare time, she would tidy up the kitchen and clean the house. Every corner of the house was kept spotless by her, dad's clothes were all pressed perfectly, and mom was able to keep her room in order no matter how messy it was, but that all changed when that woman walked in the door.

Up to the second floor, the second floor is the bedroom, push off the second floor that the largest master bedroom, that is Gong Haohui's parents'room, which is also very neat, open the side of the bedside cabinet, there is a large photo album. Gong turned it over, and inside was a picture of his mother, with all sorts of people. Inside, she was dressed in plain clothes. She looked very different from the picture downstairs, but she looked very happy, smiling in every picture.

"Wow, are these your mother? What does she do, anyway? "

Gong Haohui looked at these old photos, and memories and thoughts poured up bit by bit, "My mother was a volunteer, " he said slowly. "She loved to help people. She would rush to any place where she was needed -- An earthquake, a flood, a mountain. She is the kind of person who burns herself out to light others, and she was always my role model when I was a child."