Walking into the children's room, Tiger was rummaging around.

I asked him what he was looking for, and he whispered, "Looking for Dad's photo."

I felt a stir in my heart, "Where does Dad keep his things?"

After thinking for a while, he suddenly jumped up, "Mom threw Dad's things in the basement storage room. Can the teacher and I go look for them together?"

I took Tiger to find the hostess, who was annoyed by the commotion and asked the nanny to take us to the basement.

The nanny opened the storage room, and I asked her to go attend to other matters, then took Tiger inside.

The storage room was damp and dark, appearing even colder under the pale light.

Some items were packed in cardboard boxes, while others were scattered in corners.

I asked the boy to search through the clutter,

while I carefully inspected the items inside the boxes.

When I picked up an old suit jacket, it felt oddly heavy. I ran my hand along the suit pocket and felt a rectangular, hard object inside.

As I reached in to touch it, it seemed to be a hardcover notebook.

Just as I was about to take it out to examine, I heard a sharp voice, "Looking for gold? Hurry up and come out!"

At the same time, Tiger's cheerful voice echoed from inside, "Found it!"