Seeing her step in directly, Luke felt that he was not even as brave as a woman if he didn’t walk in.
Taking a deep breath, Luke shivered and then followed Sydney into the old house.
As the old house wasn’t inhabited for a long time, it was covered with cobwebs and dust, looking like a haunted house in a movie.
'It's no wonder that Luke asked whether there were ghosts or not,' Sydney touched the dust on a table and thought.
"Darling." Luke’s voice came from behind.
Sydney brushed the dust off her hands. " What’s up?" "Where is your grandpa's notebook?" Luke asked while waving a long broom he got from somewhere.
Sydney pointed at the study. "Over there. But the house is too dirty. Let's clean it up and then look for the notebook."
"Yeah. The house should be cleaned. Otherwise, we can't stay here tonight." Luke nodded in agreement.
Sydney opened the suitcase and took out a few towels. "Let's begin."
"Well, you clean the tables and chairs. And I'll clean the cobwebs and sweep the floor," Luke stopped waving the broom and suggested.
Sydney replied, "Okay. I'll fetch water from the well."
Then she went to the backyard with the
towels.
There was an old well in the backyard, which had water all year round.
Soon, Sydney and Luke began to clean up the house.
They didn't finish tidying the house up until four o'clock in the afternoon.
After that, they were so exhausted that both rested on the chairs.
Luke panted, "Darling, It's... It's the first time I've done so much cleaning. I'm exhausted."
"Thank you. I'll make something delicious to treat you later," Sydney also panted tiredly.
Luke nodded with bright eyes. "Okay, I want to eat fish. Can we get fish here?" "Yes." Sydney sat up straight and rubbed her sore back. "There is a village on the hillside below, and the village head has raised fish. Several years ago, I went to her house to buy fish. We may go to her house to buy fish later.”
"That's great." Luke clapped his hands happily.
Sydney stood up. "Go to make the bed first. I'll go to my grandpa's study to look for the notebook."
"Okay." Luke looked at the room that she pointed at.
It seemed that he would sleep in the room tonight.
"Which room do you sleep in?" Luke turned to look at her. "I'll also make your bed."
Sydney thought it was okay, and she pointed at the room opposite his room. " That room. I used to live in that room." "Okay." Luke brushed his hands and walked to his room with his suitcase.
Sydney went straight to her grandpa's study.
The study had just been cleaned, and now it was spotless.
Sydney walked to her grandpa's desk and opened the drawer to look for the notebook.
It was easy to find the notebook, and Sydney found it in the second drawer.
She flipped it through. After confirming that the notebook was the one that her grandpa had asked her to find, she closed the notebook and was about to close the drawer to go out.
But she was about to close the drawer when she suddenly saw something.
"Is this... An album?" When Sydney saw the pink album in the drawer, which was just under the notebook, she reached out to take it out subconsciously.
Though the album was as small as a palm, it was very thick.
But what really aroused Sydney's curiosity was not how large and thick the album was, but that she had never seen it before.
Before marrying Julien, she used to live here for some time every year, so she knew everything in the old house.
Then, she flipped to the next photo.
There was still the baby in the next photo.
There was still a date at the lower right corner of the photo, which was the day after her birth.
'Is this an album recording my growth?'
Thinking about it, Sydney turned to the third page. It was still about her, as the date at the lower right corner was the second day after her birth.
Sydney was very sure that this was the album recording her growth, as every photo in it recorded what she looked like every day after she was born.
Such an album was common. Many families would make such an album for their children. Some would record their children’s growth until their children were one hundred days, six months, or one year old.
Judging from the thickness of the album in her hand, the album should record her growth until she was six months old.
But Sydney couldn't figure out why her grandpa never allowed her to see the album even if it recorded her growth.
Sydney narrowed her eyes, feeling very confused.
But she didn't think much about it. She just thought that her grandpa intended to keep the album as a memento, and he didn’t want her to see it.
But now she had found the album, and she could look it through to reminisce about her infancy.
Though in her house, there were some photos of her when she was a child, it was strange that there were no photos of her as a baby.
Sydney pulled over a chair, sat down, and began to browse the photos in the album.
When she scanned the album, there was a smile on her face, as she felt that she was so cute when she was a baby.
But she didn't know why she felt not close to the baby in the album.
As she looked at more photos, her smile gradually faded, replaced by an astounded expression.
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