Regarding the new memories of the pillow book, Liang Meng told him like this.

Pillow books are orphans. Since I was a child, I grew up eating hundreds of meals and wearing hundreds of clothes. When he grew up, he saved some money by working for other people's families, so he opened this Sheli tea shop on this street.

The neighbors get along very well, and the business of the tea shop is also quite prosperous.

It's a pity that when Pillow Book went to the mountains to pick tea, he was bitten by a poisonous snake and fell unconscious.

It was Yun Xuchen who saved him. As for the lack of memory, it is probably because of the toxin.

Pillow Shu sat on the bed, frowned, and quietly looked at Liang Meng, who kept talking.

Although she looked serious and serious, she didn't have the slightest impression of what Pillow Book said to her. It's just that there is not even a familiar shadow.

Pillow Book was very skeptical of what Liang Meng said. But I have to believe it.

"Well, I've already told you everything I need to tell you. Your injuries are fine. Pay more attention in the future. ”

Liang Meng stood up from his chair as he spoke, raised his feet and walked towards the door. As soon as she stepped out, the pillow book stopped her.

Liang Meng sighed in his heart.

"What's wrong?"

Liang Meng turned around and pretended to be calm and looked at the pillow book.

"That...... I have a question for you. ”

"What do you want to ask?"

"Don't I have any relatives around me?"

A sentence was almost blurted out, and after a few back and forth between his lips and teeth, he was swallowed back by Liang Meng. In the end, emotion triumphed over reason.

"There is one. ”

"Oh, where is she?" said the pillow book, rising from the bed, leaning forward slightly, with a clear eagerness to know the answer.

Liang Meng swallowed, his eyes no longer looked at the pillow book, turned sideways, stared out of the window and replied in a low voice.

"She's dead. ”

"You say...... What?"

Liang Meng knew that he had heard clearly, and did not answer him again. The important thing is that she no longer has the strength to say it again.

"That'..... Did she leave me anything?"

"Huh?"

Liang Meng was a little puzzled by the slightly hurried voice of the pillow book, and turned to look at him inexplicably.

"I mean, since she is my relative, then here, should there be something that belongs to her. Portrait, or whatever belongs to her. ”

Liang Meng didn't understand what was going on with Pillow Book's anxious mood.

For a moment, Liang Meng even wondered if Pillow Book still had memories of Aunt Hong.

I was only glad that I listened to Yun Xuchen's words when I was erasing the memory of the pillow book before, and put away all the things about Aunt Hong in Sheli.

Otherwise, if the pillow book wakes up and he sees it and remembers Aunt Hong, everything else, including Aunt Hong's sacrifice, will be wasted.

"Nope. After she died, you buried everything related to her with her. ”

"Am I buried?" said Pillow Book, pointing a finger at himself.

"Yes. ”

Liang Meng replied firmly.

"You have a good rest, I'll go first. ”

After speaking, he didn't hesitate anymore, turned around and left the house with great strides.

She was afraid that she would not leave quickly, and she couldn't help but tell him everything when she looked at the innocent and dazed look of the pillow book that no one remembered.

Since leaving from Sheli that day, Liang Meng has never inquired about the pillow book.

How was he, how was Sheli, she didn't ask or care anymore.

Several times the legend stood in front of her, and he looked like he wanted to say something. Liang Meng knew that he wanted to tell him about the pillow book, but she didn't say anything, just stared at him with a cold expression.

The staring legend shrunk his neck, didn't dare to say a word, turned around and ran away.

Liang Meng didn't look for the pillow book, but the pillow book came to the door.

But it's not because of any wishes, but simply a question I want to ask Liang Meng.

Liang Meng received him in the front hall.

"What's wrong? I heard the legend say you have something to do with me. ”

Liang Meng was a little apprehensive in his heart, lest he ask a question about the so-called relative.

At this moment, Liang Meng's heart regretted very much, why did he have a brain cramp and told the pillow book that he had relatives.

Isn't this a problem for yourself? I hope the pillow book is not here for this.

In other words, sometimes it's so magical, the more you resist, the more you run to your side.

"Yes. ”

"What's the matter?"

"About what the hall master told me a few days ago, my only relative. ”

Liang Meng: .......

When had her instincts been so accurate??!!

Liang Meng now wants to go back to the time when he owes his mouth, so he smeared his hands with glue and covered his mouth tightly, not allowing a word or symbol about his relatives to spit out.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

She ...... What's wrong?"

Liang Meng moved a little uncomfortably in the chair and asked calmly.

The pillow book didn't speak, but walked towards Liang Meng while pulling it out of his cuffs.

"Hall Master, please look. ”

Liang Meng looked down suspiciously. I saw a purse lying quietly in the thick palm of the pillow book: a purse of a butterfly with fluttering wings embroidered with sky blue silk thread on it.

The pillow book stretched his hand forward, and Liang Meng reached out and took the purse in his hand.

This purse must have been around for a long time, clean but old. Some places are even slightly worn out, as if they have been touched by a hand for a long time.

"This ...... Where did you get it?"

"From the room where I lived. ”

After finishing the pillow book, Liang Meng frowned, scratched his head and explained two sentences embarrassedly.

"That...... Although the hall master told me a lot, my mind was still blank. I didn't have the slightest impression of what the hall master said. I wondered if I could find something from the old days and remember it quickly. ”

"So you've been turning things over for the past few days?"

"Yes. ”

Pillow scratched his head embarrassedly again. The tender white face first appeared a little ashamed, and then became puzzled.

"But I found so many things, none of them that I remembered. Only this purse. ”

Pillow Shu said and pointed to the purse in Liang Meng's palm.

"As soon as I saw this purse, something flashed through my mind. ”

Although Liang Meng sat in the chair and looked down at the purse motionless, in fact, that heart was fluctuating with the words of the pillow book.

I don't know whose it is with this purse pillow book, but she can tell at a glance that it is Aunt Hong's.

Isn't the butterfly on it the real body of Aunt Hong?

It's really a secret. Where is this purse hidden? Why didn't you find it when you were packing up Aunt Hong's things?

How could something so important be left out?

"Hall Master, Hall Master?"

"Well, what? What did you say?"

Liang Meng came back to his senses from his purse, and when he looked up, he was tilting his head and looking at himself with those bright eyes.

"The hall master knows this purse?"

"I don't know!"

Liang Meng blurted out. After saying that, I wanted to bite off my tongue. In other words, this weak-hearted is too obvious.