FSC [QT] Chapter 56.3

She did not have many photos because, more than ten years ago, taking photos required a camera and film, and developing photos also cost money.

At that time, her mother Qiu Xia’s salary was not high, and she also had a child who was waiting to be fed. Life was far more difficult than before. Therefore, taking pictures was a very luxurious thing for the mother and daughter.

In Jiang Baobei’s memory, her photos did not exceed 20 in total. In order to make the money more worthwhile, most of these photos were group photos of her and her mother Qiu Xia.

The only two personal photos were taken in a photo studio when she was one year old. In the photo, the chubby baby also had a blush on and a red mole between her eyebrows.

The other one was taken when she was selected as a Young Pioneer. She was wearing a red scarf around her neck and looked as silly as she could be.

She hadn’t seen those photos for a long time. If Qiu Wu hadn’t suddenly mentioned it, she would have even forgotten that she had taken such photos.

When Qiu Wu mentioned it, she was a little panicked and wanted to see her young self again.

Jiang Baobei rummaged through the box, and when she reached the bottom, she didn’t find the photo album. Instead, she saw a familiar iron box at the bottom of the box.

This was a box of Danish cookies. It was square in shape with rounded corners. This box of cookies was very expensive. It was given to Qiu Xia by someone who held a banquet when she worked in a small hotel.

When Jiang Baobei saw this cookie box, many memories of her childhood came back to her mind.

This was the box where her mother hid the money. She was never allowed to touch it. Her mother would usually put the box under the bed, and she had to lift the bedboard to get the box every time.

Unexpectedly, after moving, her mother did not put the money box away, but she put it in the storage room.

“Wait!”

Jiang Baobei was not interested in the box where her mother hid the money. Just when she was about to put the thing covering the box back, Qiu Wu stopped her.

“Why is this box here?”

Ah Wu pretended to be confused and then picked up the biscuit box placed under the box.

The lid of this box was very tight. It took a little effort for Ah Wu to open the lid.

“This should be Auntie’s stuff. If we open the box without her consent, Auntie might be unhappy.”

Jiang Baobei tried to stop Qiu Wu, but how could she bear to tell Qiu Wu that her mother already hated her very much?

If she did something that made her unhappy again, she would probably be completely disliked by that woman.

“It’s okay, but I’m really curious about what’s inside.”

Of course, the box must be opened. Otherwise, Ah Wu’s purpose of especially asking Jiang Baobei to attend her birthday party would be in vain.

The contents of the iron box were not money as Jiang Baobei originally thought, but some scattered small items. Qiu Wu took out the contents one by one.

A pottery clay figure. Perhaps because it had been stored for too long, it had a crack after drying. A layer of transparent glue had been carefully applied to the cracked parts as if to prevent the cracks from expanding.

A bracelet is not expensive. It is a bracelet with a few cheap beads strung on it that can be found everywhere in street stalls for ten yuan a piece.

A bracelet that looked not too expensive. It could be found everywhere on street stalls for ten yuan a piece, with a few cheap beads on it.

It could be seen that the owner of the bracelet liked it very much, so much so that she often wore it. The original red thread often contacted with sweat and turned dark red, looking a little dirty and old.

A photo, in which a woman holding a baby was wearing a red coat with high shoulders, which could be seen as a popular style more than ten years ago.

The baby in the woman’s arms was painted with bright red rouge and a red mole on the forehead. The camera captured it very cleverly.

The baby smiled brightly at the camera, and the woman holding the baby focused her eyes on the child in her arms. At the moment when the shutter was pressed, her extremely loving eyes were captured.

The baby in this photo reminded Jiang Baobei of her one-year-old photo. In that photo, she seemed to be dressed the same way.

But she had always thought that only that photo was taken at that time, and the look in her mother’s eyes in this photo was something that she had never seen before.

In addition, there were several yellowed paintings that looked a bit old. The colors on the paintings were already mottled due to moisture.

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