This is a picture of a child. It seems that the grade is not big, only five or six years old. It's bony. It can really be said that it's as thin as firewood. Its cheeks are deeply sunken, leaving only a pair of amber eyes, full of gloom and fear. He looks like a child's skeleton, with little meat on his body. Shen Qianshu quietly holds the picture frame, and his eyes are red. Is this sir?

Childhood sir?

Why is he so thin? He is even worse than the poorest child in Nancheng district.

"Mommy, stop crying." Xiaotonghua stood next to Shen Qianshu and hugged her slightly. Shen Qianshu nodded. She was very sad. She put down the picture frame and wiped away her tears. Tonghua found another photo. This photo seems to be smaller, only two years old. The little boy in the photo is snow-white and plump, which is particularly pleasing. Xiaotonghua looked at the photo in some astonishment.

I always feel... Inexplicably similar to the young man in the album!

"Eh?" Children's paintings frowned. Is it true that children all look the same?

Shen Qianshu looked back, "what's the matter?"

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, blowing away the photos on Tong Hua's hands, and a familiar voice sounded downstairs, "Miss Shen, young master, are you there?"

The sound of a bell burning.

Shen Qianshu was overjoyed and hurriedly pulled Tong Hua downstairs. Tong Hua looked back at the photo reluctantly and was blown out of the downstairs by the wind. Zhong ran stood in the hall downstairs with a pale face and watched their mother and son downstairs in surprise.

Children's paintings instantly forget about photos.

"Zhong ran, what's the matter with you? Where's ADA?"

Zhong ran looked in a very bad state, his face was pale, but he stood hard, with blood in his eyes. Shen Qianshu immediately asked, "where is Mr.?"

"Sir is missing." Zhong ran said in a deep voice, "I found my husband's watch in the mine. This is an agreement between us. If something happens in the mine, I'll wait here. I waited for more than four hours. I was hopeless. I came and went back several times. I didn't expect that when I saw the castle light on just one kilometer away, I knew someone came out of the mine."

"Miss Shen, Mr. Shen must have been taken away. Our people have been searched all over the city. Don't worry."

Shen Qianshu was very anxious, but he didn't dare to put too much pressure on Zhong ran.

"Where did you and ADA go that day?"

"Sorry, someone led us away. A Dazhong and I were kidnapped and escaped halfway. A Dazhong was seriously injured and still needs to rest. You can be safe. No matter where you are, as long as you are safe, he will find a way to get out of trouble."

Zhong ran had enigmatic self-confidence in Yeling, and did not feel that he would be buried in the hands of the mine and the enemy.

"Zhong ran, where is this place?"

"This is... The old house of my mother." Zhong ran said, "I've never been here in the future."

"Never?"

Zhong ran shook his head, "I haven't been here, and it has always been the steward Luther who took care of it. There was a tunnel leading to the castle in the mine. This mine was originally the legacy of the wife decades ago, but it was later taken away and taken back by the young and old. But he hated the wife, so he never came here, and the secret road has never been used."

Shen Qianshu was uneasy and thought of the oil painting.

It's so similar that they are related by blood!

Yeling and his mother.