Chapter 403: Tokens

Qin Jian came out of the old man, dialed An Yin's mobile phone, and it was already turned on, but it only rang once, and it was hung up.

Damn it!

Qin Jian frowned.

The phone 'ding' sounds, and there is a text message.

An Yin sent: Please have a meal and go back, do you want to eat anything, bring it back for you.

Qin Jian had a cold face, very good, and he still has the money to invite someone to dinner!

Reply: Eat you!

Anyin: Rogue, eat yourself!

Qin Jian: You're bold!

Anyin: Forced by you, the rabbit bites even when it's in a hurry.

Qin Jian smiled, but his mood was not any better.

*****

An Yin bought abalone, fish porridge and beef rice noodles for Qin Jian, and it was already eleven o'clock when he returned to the East Pavilion.

There was a small light in the living room, but Qin Jian's bedroom had no light, and the study was also pitch black.

Sleeping?

An Yin went to Qin Jian's bedroom and knocked on the door, but there was no response.

The bedroom door is unlocked.

An Yin pushed the door open a crack and looked inside.

There was a faint layer of moonlight in the room, and it was deserted, and there was no one.

Where did it go?

Anyin was confused.

Wrote a piece of paper, and pressed down under the door of Qin Jian's bedroom - supper in the kitchen.

went downstairs, put the supper he bought for Qin Jian into the rice cooker to keep warm, and then went back to his room.

After taking a shower, I dried my hair, sat on the bed, and took out the Rubik's Cube that Rong Xun brought back.

The Rubik's Cube was yellowish, a little older than before, but those color blocks were exactly the same as before, and no more pieces were lost.

It can be seen that my mother is very careful to keep this Rubik's Cube.

An Yin's heart was sour.

I really want to go to the United States to accompany my mother.

Anyin took her notebook and looked at universities in the United States.

In case, by the time she took the college entrance examination, her mother had not yet recovered, so she applied for a university in the United States, went to school in the United States, and took care of her mother.

After browsing the information of American universities for a while, I couldn't help but look at the Rubik's Cube resting beside me.

I think of a game that my mother used to play with her when I was a child.

An Yin Shen picked up the Rubik's Cube and unloaded it piece by piece like he did when he was a child.

Sure enough, there was something hidden inside.

But it's not a pebble or something like that, it's a neatly folded note.

An Yin opened in confusion.

It's a pawn ticket, and when the ticket has been yellowed, it's been more than ten years.

When the ticket is painted with a wooden bead carved with strange patterns, if you look closely, those patterns look like seal scripts.

A sense of familiarity comes naturally.

A dream she had had not long ago came to mind.

A woman's gentle voice sounded in her ears.

"Anyin, baby, please, you must wait for your mother to come back, don't cry, don't cry."

Then came the boy's anxious voice: "But my sister ......"

She lay alone in the tree pit, terrified, and her little hands clutched tightly the wooden beads around her neck.

Wooden beads?

It was the bead that was drawn on the paper.

The paper has yellowed, and it looks like this piece of paper has been many years old.

An Yin looked at the name of the pawnshop where the pawn ticket was issued, and the words 'the highest bidder wins' were written on it, and the pawn ticket was issued seventeen years ago.

The pawnshop of seventeen years ago may have closed long ago.

Anyin Internet Baidu, the highest price gets, pawnshop.

is a pawnshop that was very famous in the Republic of China, and to Anyin's surprise, this pawnshop is still open.

*****

The next morning, Anyin started ||Bed||, went downstairs to the kitchen, and found the supper in the rice cooker intact.

Wu Ling walked into the kitchen, "Make breakfast for the third young master?" ”

"Well, I'm getting ready to do it." Anyin checks the ingredients.

ps: Do babies like ambiguity or plot? There is a shift at nine o'clock in the evening.