After The Substitute Marriage, I Almost Died Laughing

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Master Ji still cared about this problem until after dinner.

The room where the teenager Ji Yucheng used to live was locked. Out of curiosity, Ning Sui put the plate into the sink and asked the boss for the key. He wanted to go in and have a look.

The boss took him back to his room to look for it. He handed a large bunch of keys to Ning Sui. He said with a fluttering eyebrows, "At that time, it was my father who managed the villa. I'm not here yet. But in the past few years, even if there is no empty room, I will ask someone to clean it by myself or someone to clean it once a week. You can go and promise a little. There is no dust at all.

He himself was in front of his little wife, but his little wife was more interested in the high school student. Ji Yucheng's heart was even more sour. He took off the rubber gloves for washing dishes and walked over to the boss with no expression: "It's cleaned very well. I'll reward you for washing the dishes."

Boss: "..."

Ning Sui patted the boss on the shoulder apologetically: "You wash it first, and I'll help you after I finish exploring."

Boss: "..." Just a few bowls and a few plates, and you will finish washing it when you come back!

After saying that, no matter how young Master Ji turned black, Ning Sui quickly took the key to open the door of the room.

He poked his head in curiously.

It's no different from other rooms. There are two futons on the ground, which are clean, spotless and have few things.

There are several picture books on the bookshelf. Ning Sui opened the only few books and didn't turn over a single photo. It's a pity.

Moreover, Ji Yucheng doesn't seem to have the habit of writing notes while reading books. These books have been folded, but there is not a word clean.

I can't find any trace of my life.

Ning Sui finally opened the wardrobe. There were two clothes in the wardrobe. Ning Sui picked them up and looked at them. Ji Yucheng must not be able to wear them now. His shoulders should be much wider than in his youth.

One of the two clothes is a white shirt and the other is a loose black sweater. Maybe they have not been worn twice, because they are almost like new.

Related to the word teenager, he always has a fragile and sensitive temperament. Ning Sui can't help imagining what Ji Yucheng, a high school student in a white shirt, will look like. It should be much quieter than now. It's not as sharp as it is now. Maybe I will laugh occasionally before the accident. I don't know what it will be like to laugh.

Ning Sui looked up and asked, "Don't you have a photo of that time?"

Ji Yucheng leaned his arms against the door frame and snorted coldly, "No." He is not a person who loves to leave images, and he didn't even have a graduation photo when he was young.

And looking at the past from the current perspective, it is completely black history, and Ning Sui will be interested.

Ning Sui's mood now is like a fan who has just fallen into a pit. He was hung up by his idol and found that it was actually a big cold pit. There was no archaeological materials at all, and he was itchy and resentful!

How can there be people who don't take a photo when they are young?! He can understand the old man's handling of the matter, but Ji Yucheng himself did not have many selfies!

Although I was poor when I was fifteen or sixteen years old, I was also narcissistic. Several photos taken with my classmates with flip mobile phones were still left.