Chapter 877 Those Are His Clothes, His Shoes

He rushed in, rushed into the kitchen, and opened the closet. There were still only dishes and chopsticks in it, and it was no different from the last time he looked at it. Only this time, he found a note in the corner inside.

Huo Baiyuan took out the note, which was a little crumpled, and something was written on it in elegant fonts.

——A Yuan doesn't like carrots.

——Ah Yuan doesn't eat coriander.

——A Yuan loves sweet and sour short ribs.

——Ah Yuan likes harder rice.

It is densely packed with his favorites, nothing is wrong, no one can figure out his favorites so thoroughly.

This room is like another world, a world completely different from reality, and he also wants to be here, spending a different life with her.

In the past, when Song Lishu was a servant of the Huo family, she respectfully called him the young master like everyone else. Later, when she got married, she called him Mr. Huo and never dared to go beyond that. But in this place, she called him A Yuan.

Huo Baiyuan was suddenly in a daze, unable to tell whether this was real or illusory.

He walked out of the kitchen with empty steps, continued to walk in, and walked to the closet. He opened the closet door and took out all the clothes and trousers worn by men inside. He checked the labels one by one, but without exception, all of them were The size he wears.

Whether it's the shoes, the kitchen note, or these clothes, it seems to prove that he once really lived here. The shoes on the shoe rack are his shoes, and the clothes in the closet are his clothes, not any other man. But him!

Why... why him? How could it be himself?

Huo Baiyuan supported the corner of the bed with one hand, his body seemed to have been drained of all strength, and suddenly slid down and sat down on the cold ground, holding his head tightly with both hands.

How could he have lived here with Song Lishu, why...he couldn't remember a single thing in his mind.

Qin Miao walked to Huo Baiyuan's side and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Huo Baiyuan didn't answer, but suddenly raised his head, as if he remembered something, he immediately turned around, reached under the bed, and took out an iron box from under the bed.

He tugged at the lock on the iron box, and said in a hoarse voice to Qin Miao, "Bring a knife here."

Qin Miao was stunned for a moment, then walked into the kitchen, took a knife from the kitchen, and handed it to Huo Baiyuan.

Huo Baiyuan raised the knife, smashed the lock on the iron box with a bang, opened the iron box, and on the top were two bright red marriage certificates.

Opening the marriage certificate, the names of Huo Baiyuan and Song Lishu were written on it. This looked like a fake certificate made by someone on a street stall, because the real marriage certificate was placed in Huo's house, and the group photo that could be pasted on the fake marriage certificate, It was indeed Huo Baiyuan and Song Lishu.

Their heads were leaning against their heads, their postures were intimate, and their smiles were extremely bright and joyful. They really looked like a pair of sweet newlyweds.

In addition to the marriage certificate, there are two rings in the corner of the iron box. They are two cheap rings that seem to be made of plastic. There are no diamond rings, no texture, no weight, and they are so light that they will break if they are broken.

Huo Baiyuan picked up the marriage certificate, only to find that there was a stack of photos underneath. He put the marriage certificate aside, and immediately looked at the stack of photos carefully one by one.

In the first photo, the background seems to be in a certain park, with green grass and colorful flowers. In the photo, he and Song Lishu are sitting on the spot.