Mo Shi Niang pulled her sleeve and wiped her face: "What are you crying about, everyone is going to die, and you are going to die too." ”

Taiwei listened to her Wu Nong's soft words, and suddenly remembered that in her previous life, when her old man was dying, she also told her like this, and she couldn't help crying even more.

Snot and tears soon covered Mo Shi Niang's sleeve.

Mo Shi Niang quietly tugged her sleeve back: "Do you have anything else to ask? If not, give me the map." ”

He twitched slightly, but he still spoke very clearly: "When did you find out about his illness?"

Mo Shi Niang flicked her sleeves and didn't answer her words, but just asked, "When did you find out, what's the matter?"

Taiwei wiped her face indiscriminately: "I asked me, it doesn't matter, of course, I have the final say." ”

Mo Shi Niang stepped back, shook her head and said, "That's a pity." ”

Taiwei loosened the quilt on her body and leaned towards her: "You really don't know?"

Mo Shi Niang said: "I said before, I don't know much about your father. ”

Taiwei almost leaned over to her: "Then his illness, when did you know about it?"

Mo Shi Niang thought for a while and said, "It's about the time when summer is about to pass. ”

Taiwei listened to the word "summer" and tried her best to recall.

What happened in late summer and early autumn?

Could it be that day?

On the day it rained, he came back from outside and went to the garden alone...... When she went to look for him, he was standing there, raining like a fool.

At the time, she thought he was weird.

But she asked for a long time, but he only said that the national teacher was going to build the twelfth floor.

Taiwei bit her lip and lowered her voice: "He's really good at lying." ”

Mo Shi Niang smiled: "If he wasn't good at this, how could he fool Emperor Jianyang and that demon for so long." ”

Too faint and quiet: "No wonder ......"

"What's the wonder?" Mo Shi Niang asked.

Taiwei didn't answer.

She thought about it and finally figured it out.

Why was he so calm that day at the lake, when she told her prophetic death?

It turned out that he had known for a long time.

The cruel knife of fate has always hung over his head.

Just why, did he have to pick this day?

December 8.

Laba Festival.

He clearly knew that it was his previous life, the day his mother died.

Taiwei stared at the master in the dark: "He didn't really believe me, did he?"

Mo Shi Niang seemed to be stopped by her: "Why do you ask like this...... Of course he believes in you, but if he doesn't, how can he leave you the wrench, how can he talk to me about you. ”

The surface is still wet, cold and sticky.

She laughed silently: "Even if he believes in me, he is not my person." ”

Mo Shi Niang said: "He trusts your ability, isn't it enough?"

The smile on the corner of Taiwei's mouth was bitter and astringent, as ugly as an ugly man's cry: "Enough, of course enough." ”

Although he did not believe in her, he already knew her temperament very well.

He knew that on this day, let her taste the pain of losing her father again after losing her mother, and she would definitely be beaten to pieces.

Only those who have broken down can bounce back together.

Otherwise, she would most likely not have complied with his arrangement.

Until he died, he was setting up a game for her to jump.

His family inheritance, as he said, was not something that could be easily inherited.

He chose himself, who was not a weapon, and he was a general among the short men, and there was no way to do it. If there was a better choice, he wouldn't have chosen her.

Taiwei got out of bed.

She thought that it was God who was cold, and the person who didn't want to be really cool was actually her father.

In his life, he couldn't be a caring and warm father.

What a failure.

Taiwei opened the dark grid and took out the map.

Mo Shi Niang heard the sound, and her tone changed slightly: "Light a lamp." ”

Taiwei turned his back to her, stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, and sneered: "What, are you afraid that I will use a fake to deceive you?"

Mo Shi Niang said: "This is not good. You also said that your father doesn't believe in your people, I'm a stranger, how dare I believe you indiscriminately. ”

Taiwei snorted softly and turned to light the lamp.

If it wasn't the Master, she wouldn't trust the other party.

Her father did everything for a reason and a purpose, and he was really a scheming old fox.

Turning around, Taiwei looked at the person sitting on the edge of the bed.

The woman in black, with thin eyebrows and fine eyes, was still the same as she remembered.

Her eyes, which had finally dried up, were moist again.

It's really useless.

Crying and crying, like a baby.

With a parting face, Taiwei stretched out his hand and handed the thing to her: "Take it." ”

Mo Shi Niang carefully stretched out her hand to take it, and coughed lowly: "I'll test it." ”

Taiwei withdrew her hand and said angrily: "What kind of test, what can you test? How do you know the authenticity of a map that no one has ever seen? Even if it is a random one I have scribbled, what can you do?"

Mo Shi Niang stood up and approached the lampstand on the low table next to the bed: "Look at what you said." She spread out the parchment wrapped in muslin and looked at it in the dim light, "Is there any reason why this receipt and receipt are not inspected." ”

Taiwei followed her movements, and also bent down and looked closer: "How?"

Mo Shi Niang pouted: "Nine times out of ten it is true, but there are still one or two points that may be fake." ”

Taiwei straightened up: "How many pieces are there on this map?"

Mo Shi Niang read it, carefully rolled up the parchment again, and wrapped it back in the muslin: "Ghost knows." ”

Taiwei raised his eyebrows: "I don't even know how many pieces of the scattered map there are, so I want to find some treasures, are you all stupid?"

Mo Shi Niang stuffed the map into her arms: "There must be a reason for the wind, since this thing exists, it must have some fame." However, to say that a fool is not a fool, in my opinion, it is quite stupid. ”

She looked at it too slightly, and sighed helplessly: "But who told me to fall in love with a fool, if he wants to be stupid, I can only accompany him as a fool." ”

With that, she suddenly took out an object and threw it at Taiwei.

Taiwei raised his hand to take a look, and it turned out to be a lock.

It's still golden.

She was stunned, and couldn't help but think of the pile of rags around her master in her previous life.

Sure enough, it's a woman who loves locks.

Everywhere you go, you have to take her broken lock with you.

Tai Wei pinched the small golden lock and looked at her with a frown: "What is this for?"

Mo Shi Niang raised her chin, pointed to the golden lock in her hand and said, "It's not for you to hang around your neck, this little thing can be opened, it's a real lock." ”

Taiwei turned the gold lock upside down and looked at it, it was really.

Mo Shi Niang said: "If you can open it, this is a meeting gift for you, if you can't, then forget it, or give it back to me." She touched her nose and said, "It's real gold, it's very valuable." ”

Taiwei stared at her: "You want me to just open it out of thin air?"

Mo Shi Niang nodded.

Taiwei suddenly smoked, so angry that he almost crushed the golden lock.

"Dead liar! What do you say you don't know my father! He told you everything!"