After all, it was a family affair of another family, and she didn't want to talk casually, but looking at Lu Haizhu's bright eyes, she still couldn't rest assured, and asked with some hesitation, "This jade pendant, Mingbo also has a ...... in his hand."

"Ming Bo is also surnamed Lu. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Although Lu Haizhu has a lively temperament, he is also transparent, and it is clear at one point, "The servants and servants of the family are the descendants of those who are less talented in the branch. She recalled, paused again, and looked at her earnestly, "Don't think that Mingbo is the same. Mingbo's cultivation is not much better than that of his eldest brother. ”

Liluo couldn't help but be secretly surprised in her heart, according to her guess, Lu Fan's cultivation was already around the sixth order, and this Ming Bo was just a housekeeper, so he was ......

How is this possible?

"When I was younger, I wondered if Mingbo would leave us and wander around like other monks. Lu Haizhu smiled and took the jade pendant handed back by Liluo, "Later, I heard that Uncle Ming followed his grandmother and grandfather when he was young, and the relationship between them is really something that our juniors can't understand." Although his surname is Lu, if he does leave, there is no reason for any of us to keep him. But he volunteered to stay here, and he didn't worry about us juniors he watched grow up. ”

When Li Luoyi first entered the Lu Mansion, the old man saw Lu Fanshi's slightly red eyes and nodded thoughtfully.

"In fact, in the family, all the trusted stewards will get the jade pendant given by the head of the family, but my family has a small population, and you can see that it is only Mingbo. Lu Haizhu relied on her height and touched her hair, "Don't worry about Changli." ”

This topic is here, it should be over, but I never thought that this sentence was like an opportunity to start slowly, the girl first responded obediently, but in the next second, her body was stunned, and her complexion changed greatly.

She grabbed Lu Haizhu's hand tightly, clutched it tightly, and made the woman cry out in pain.

"Changli, what's wrong with you?!"

The girl was stunned, looked down at her hand, reacted consciously, let go, and then, as if enchanted, staggered through the house, looking around, as if looking for something, her face was dazed, her face was full of loneliness and helplessness.

"Long departure, long departure. The woman seemed to be frightened by the girl's sudden appearance, and hurriedly called to the side, until the girl turned her head a little stiffly, and the woman softened her voice, "Are you looking for something?

"Jade. She looked at her in a daze for a long time, and there was a subtle hint of depression in her voice, "That piece of jade." ”

The woman was confused when she heard this, but she also reacted very quickly, took out the jade pendant that had just been re-hung on her waist, and dangled it in front of her eyes, patiently coaxing, "Is this it?"

The girl looked at it like that, as if it was the first time she saw it, and looked at this jade pendant.

The faint emotions in my heart that seemed to be fog but not fog, smoke and smoke, and had been shrouded gushed out, "No, no......" She murmured seriously and firmly, shook her head, and denied it over and over again, "It's not this piece of jade." ”

The girl's emotions became more and more excited, she frowned, biting her lip, as if trying her best to think about some long-ago, as if the memories of another life, but those buried too deeply, too long, and finally she sobbed in her throat, and squatted down with her head in her hands.

It was like a pain overflowing from the depths of the sea of knowledge, diffusing little by little, as unbearable as the pain in the bones of previous years.

She hung her head and her forehead against her knees, she vaguely knew that someone else was there, but she couldn't restrain herself at this moment, and she couldn't calm down.

The girl unconsciously buried her head deeper.

The vision in front of him was already blurred, and tears were rolling in his eyes, but he always stubbornly refused to shed.

"This can temporarily protect the safety of the little lady......"

"Little Lady Take Care ......"

The figures that had long been forgotten in her memory when she was a child appeared in her mind again, and those deep and shallow, the ones she coveted and did not dare to recall, once again passed in front of her eyes like portraits.

"Sister Haizhu. She called in a low voice, her voice muffled from burying her head.

"I'm here. Lu Haizhu also squatted aside, and replied softly and carefully, "Changli, are you better......

"I ......" her voice was inexplicably a little hoarse, and she paused, "I may not have rested well recently, and I can't accompany you today, can Sister Haizhu go first?"

The person next to him was silent for a long time, but finally stood up and thoughtfully left her space, "If you feel unwell, send someone to call me." ”

After saying that, he brought the door for her and left.

At the same time, Liluo was sitting on the ground, with a pair of dark apricot eyes with water vapor, looking ahead in a fog, as if he wanted to penetrate all this and look at the unknown place.

"How could I not have thought of it, how could I not have thought of it?" she murmured a little helplessly, with a rare hope in her eyes, but also an indelible pain.

Her hand unconsciously rubbed the pear blossom pattern outlined by the silk thread, over and over again, those lines had already been memorized in her heart, until she touched the silk silk on the sachet, she was awakened and came back to her senses.

Looking down at the old sachet that she had rubbed over the years, there was a little nostalgia in her eyes.

She had forgotten the scene when she first saw this light foundation satin, the sachet of white pear silk flowers, and only remembered the joy and love in her heart at that time.

After all, for a five-year-old child, it must be the most joyful thing to think about it made by his mother.

The girl untied it from her waist and stroked the already uneven satin with her soft fingertips, again and again.

The last time I looked at it so carefully was in a dream, in Ah Xuan's dream.

At that time, she should have realized that no matter how much she avoided and forgot some things, she could still recognize them deeply and clearly, just like in a trance. Those engraved in memory, no matter how the years pass, no matter how turbulent life is, never erased.

If you want to forget, you can't forget.

She smiled slightly, but her eyes were full of bitterness.

The opening of the sachet is a silk silk wrapped with plain white silk thread, and a small and delicate silver butterfly hangs on both sides, which looks childlike.

His fingers trembled a little, and his heart was full of confusion.

The sound of children crying in my ears could not stop, and the misty pear blossoms in the city were floating in front of me......

Suddenly, she seemed to be the little girl under the pear tree, looking into the distance.

Finally, the girl took a deep breath and resolutely broke the ban she had set up above and opened the sachet.

There was nothing left of it except for the dried grass blades.

A piece of jade pendant, a long-lived wisp.