Chapter 2687 Is There a Pattern on the Notebook

The doctor waved his hand, "I don't need any gifts."

"It's all my heart, and it's not expensive. I hope you can accept it."

"Okay." Seeing his resolute look, the doctor thought about it and accepted it.

An Yanmo then said again: "May I take a look at your notes just now?"

He just saw the doctor took a picture with his cell phone and took a notebook to record it.

The doctor is not very happy to show his own notes to others. But since this person is An Xiaowan's father, she thought she'd show him.

But why is this person so familiar?

The doctor felt a little disgusted, but he still took out the notebook and handed it to him.

An Yanmo held the small notebook and took a deep breath.

This book will not record anything too important, because the doctor usually carries it with him, and when he sees anecdotes outside, he just records it casually, so the handwriting on it is quite messy.

An Yanmo opened it slowly, his fingers trembling a little, and he was very nervous.

He wanted to make sure of one thing.

The doctor looked at him, but couldn't help being a little worried.

This man trembled when he spoke, and trembled when he held things in his hands. When he shook hands, the strength seemed uncontrollable.

Hey, shouldn't it be the precursor of that kind of geriatric disease? ?

Well, she observes and observes, and then whispers to Xiaowan. If it is really always like this, it may be necessary to prevent it in advance.

An Yanmo: "..."

He didn't know the mental activity of the doctor at the moment... he just opened the notebook.

He didn't look at the contents inside, just to look at the writing.

Even in the past many years, he would be able to recognize his wife's handwriting at a glance.

However, in this book...

Some are similar, and some are not.

Back then, the wife's handwriting was more restrained and elegant, but now the handwriting in the notebook is more freewheeling, more unrestrained, and more calm and sophisticated.

An Yanmo couldn't judge, but subconsciously felt that this was like her grown up.

After years of washing, it finally turned into the appearance.

After that, An Yanmo looked away again, looking at every corner of the page.

empty.

empty.

Still empty.

He flipped through several pages in a row, looking at every corner, but they were all empty!

Without that particular orchid graphic...

An Yanmo didn't believe it, his eyes widened, and he continued to search.

The doctor sat beside him, silent for a while.

Cough cough, should I stop it?

She really didn't like this kind of behavior. But for An Yanmo, she didn't seem particularly upset.

If it was normal, I'm afraid he would have snatched the book back long ago, and would never have any contact with this man who doesn't understand etiquette.

Forget it, bear it for a while.

The doctor endured silently.

As for An Yanmo, finally, only the first and last pages were left unread.

He took a deep breath, feeling tense.

He was deeply afraid that he was being sentimental, thinking too much, and admitting his mistake. He hoped she was, but he was a little flustered.

He closed his eyes and continued to look.

Look carefully.

On the cover, no.

So he turned to the last page.

When he was about to despair, a gust of wind suddenly blew.

He missed the book in his hand and let it fall to the ground.

So he hurriedly bent down to pick up...

It was also at that moment that his sight suddenly froze and his body froze completely.

An Yanmo's eyes widened, staring at the bottom of the last page of the book...