Chapter 540

As soon as Huo Chenhuan saw the word "gift", he thought of the old house with a big yard left by his mother for his future daughter-in-law.

Even when someone came to clean the house before Su Yayan finished class, he came with people.

Su Yayan saw that he did not speak, but did not continue to ask, pulling Huo Chenhuan to go inside, but found that he could not drag him.

"You..." Su Ya Yan turns to see him doubtfully. Seeing his complexion, he suddenly understands his mood and says tentatively, "do you want to go in? If you want, I'll go in with you. Otherwise, we'll just hang out. The yard has a beautiful night view. "

Huo Chenhuan met her concerned eyes, slightly narrowed eyes more warm.

Holding Su Yayan's hand, he said, "it's OK. Go in. I haven't been here for so many years. I want to see what's inside."

Su Yayan looked at his face carefully and saw that he didn't show any reluctance. Then he grasped Huo Chenhuan's hand and entered the room with him.

This small villa is located on the mountain, with a total of three floors. The white outer wall looks old because of years of disrepair.

In addition, some plants and vines in the courtyard climb up the corner, which adds a little green to the snow-white exterior wall.

The interior of the house may have been cleaned just now, but it looks very clean. It's just that I haven't lived in it for so many years. After all, it's a bit more decadent and less angry.

In the spacious and bright hall, there are off white sofas and all kinds of rare murals hanging on the walls.

These murals have characters, animals and plants. The only thing they have in common is that their background colors are almost warm. It can be seen that the person who chose them should also be a person with a special warm heart.

In addition, there are some beautiful vase decorations.

It's a pity that because no one lives here all the year round, there are no fresh flowers for decoration in the vase. It looks a little bare and desolate.

"This painting..." Su Yayan noticed that in these murals on the wall, there was a figure painting that looked very conspicuous.

It was a portrait of a woman in her early thirties, mature and intellectual.

Watery eyes looking straight ahead, lips slightly Yang, radian is not particularly large, but can make people feel her inner joy.

Just through such a painting, we can feel her gentle temperament and elegance, which makes people unconsciously feel good for her.

Huo Chenhuan looked at the painting, his eyes had a moment of trance.

Until this moment, he finally realized that no matter how long it took, no matter how much he deceived himself, he wanted to forget.

Even when she married Su Yayan, she deliberately didn't think of this place and handed it over to her.

Deep down in his heart, it was different.

"This painting was painted by my father, and the people in it... Are my mother."

Su Yayan had a guess in his heart for a long time. When he heard Huo Chenhuan say this, he still sighed: "your mother is really beautiful and has good temperament. No wonder your father loves her so much."

Huo Chenhuan was amused by her words, and the sadness in her heart also dissipated a lot: "if my mother hears you, she must be very happy."

No one will not like other people's praise, his mother is no exception.

With her mother's temperament, if she is still alive, Huo Chenhuan believes that she will be very satisfied with her daughter-in-law.