Chapter 392 The Young Man in Mother's Diary

As Bai Nuo listened to the stories of her parents and elders, a gentle yet curious smile remained on her face, her bright fox eyes crinkling with laughter, just like her mother's.

As she watched, Zhu Kaixuan's eyes reddened. Not wanting her daughter to be sad too, she quickly took a deep breath and then told her daughter stories about the elders in the family.

"Although your grandma likes your mom and me the most, she is also good to your aunts. Your mom once said that your grandma is a very good mother-in-law."

Your aunts are all very good people, kind and well-educated, yet they also possess the resilience of modern women and the fortitude of female warriors. In your grandmother's words, these five daughters-in-law are treasures that the Zhu family has accumulated through good deeds. However, she likes your mother the most, so she left the most treasures to your mother.

Not only that, your grandma said that if your mother and I had a daughter, everything she had left would be her dowry. And look... it's been kept until now, just waiting for you to come."

After listening to all this, Bai Nuo carefully recalled the events, and suddenly two large mahogany boxes appeared in the depths of her memory. The boxes were made of old wood and were very precious.

She remembered... the last time her mother came home, she personally took her to a small courtyard under her mother's name, and the box... was in a secret room with a mechanism underground in the courtyard.

At that time, her mother whispered in her ear many times, as if afraid that she would never have the chance to tell her again, and told her that she must remember this place. She also said that these were all gifts from her grandmother to Niu Niu, so when her father came back, she should go to visit her grandmother with him.

After that, my mother changed all the houses under her name to her own.

Did Mom already have a premonition at that time? Because the next day, Mom received an aerial patrol mission.

Zhu Kaixuan was opening a somewhat worn-out iron box with his head down, not noticing his daughter's expression. He poured all the contents of the iron box onto the kang (a heated brick bed), pushed it in front of his daughter, looked up, and smiled happily, with a hint of seeking praise.

"Daughter, all of this is from Dad. Aren't you happy?"