"Something on your head?"

"Hmm. ”

Zhou Yiyi twisted two small eyebrows and took small steps to the woman's side and stopped, then raised her right hand and pointed to a certain place behind her ear.

The woman turned her face sideways and looked at her carefully, and when she saw that her eyes were serious, she couldn't help but be aroused with a hint of curiosity, and her hand followed the direction of her finger to the back of her ear, and touched something.

"This?"

The woman took off the only ornament she wore in her hair, the blue and white silk flower.

"Hmm. ”

Zhou Yiyi's gaze fell on the woman's hand as she took off the flower.

"This flower ......"

Zhou Yiyi looked at the woman without words.

She stopped talking, obviously she had a lot to say, but when the words came to her mouth, she didn't know whether she should ask so suddenly. A person struggled for a long time, entangled himself into a little bitter gourd face, and finally popped out a sentence: "It's so good-looking." ”

Everyone's blind.

“……”

The woman was apparently stunned by her reaction. When he came back to his senses, the smile on his face became more and more kind. The silk flower was held in his hand and handed it to Zhou Yiyi's eyes, with unknown heartache and memories hidden in his tone.

She said, "My husband made it for me with his own hands." ”

It turned out that her husband made it for her, so it should just look similar. Fortunately, she said, where in the world are there so many coincidences! Fortunately, she didn't ask rashly. A false alarm, a false alarm......

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yiyi thought about a lot of things in her heart, and in the end, her doubts were solved, she breathed a long sigh of relief, and the expressions on her face became brisk. Different from the stiff words just now, a sentence that popped out of a headless and brainless sentence is really good-looking, Zhou Yiyi really began to praise the silk flowers in the woman's hand at this time: "Oh, it turned out that my uncle made it for you! Uncle's craftsmanship is really good!"

Zhou Yi squinted his eyes and said with a smile in his heart: "Who is your uncle?"

"Okay, okay, let's all go to eat, when I'm done eating, I'll leave quickly!"

The old man began to urge the crowd.

Zhou Yiyi looked at the old man in fear, the woman took her hand, and the other hand also held the little bun, and raised her head and said to Zhou Yi: "Little boy, please come with me." ”

Zhou Yi said: "There is labor." ”

The group came to the flower hall, which was smaller than the hall house, with a table of eight immortals in the middle and four benches around it.

The dishes and chopsticks have already been set up on the table of the Eight Immortals, and as soon as you enter the door, you can see that the dishes on the table are still steaming.

Zhou Yiyi's already hungry stomach was stimulated by the fragrance of the vegetables and the vegetables, and she was even hungrier.

"No need to be polite, sit down and eat quickly, and leave quickly after eating. ”

The old man's attitude was always not waiting to see them, and even eating seemed to be impatient to get rid of them.

Zhou Yiyi felt a little grievance in her heart, and she didn't understand why this old man who didn't look fierce was so fierce to them.

Zhou Yi is not like Zhou Yiyi, he is calm from beginning to end, and he doesn't mind what the other party's attitude or thoughts are. He has his own ideas, and he is always acting according to his plan.

"Please, sir. ”

The old man looked at Zhou Yi with a straight face, and he still sat down first.

"Madam, please be seated. ”

The woman smiled and sat down beside her, holding the little bun.

Zhou Yi sat down at this time and sat beside him according to Zhou Yiyi.

No one moved the chopsticks, and Zhou Yi didn't seem to be in a hurry to eat.

The old man still had a straight face, but his eyes were much more relaxed than before. The old man moved the chopsticks first, and Zhou Yi picked up the chopsticks.

When the woman saw this, she smiled silently.

Seeing that everyone began to eat with chopsticks, Zhou Yiyi couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you waiting for anyone?"

Zhou Yi looked at her, and others also looked at her.

"Who else are you waiting for?"

The woman thought they had companions.

Zhou Yiyi said strangely: "Don't you wait for your uncle to come back and eat together?"

As soon as the words fell, the hall suddenly fell silent.

There was a slash on the old man's face, and the woman lowered her eyes, and the little bun stared at her with big eyes, but her eyes slowly turned red.

Zhou Yiyi was shocked, and suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing. But what she didn't understand was what she said wrongly, no matter which one she said wrong, it was wrong. Zhou Yiyi said apologetically: "I'm sorry. ”

Zhou Yiyi said it unintentionally, and the woman naturally wouldn't blame her. If you really want to blame yourself, it was she who didn't make it clear that made the other party misunderstand.

"It's that I didn't make it clear, my husband...... He is dead. ”

Zhou Yi noticed that when the woman said this, in addition to memories and pain, there was also a trace of self-blame, fear and resentment. Not only women, but also the elderly have a lot more complex emotions in their eyes than the pain of simply losing a loved one.

Recalling her husband, why did she have so many emotional reactions when her son passed away?

Judging by the age of the old man and the woman, the deceased man must be in the prime of life. Being in the prime of life is not a natural death of aging.

Death?

Why is there resentment in the woman's eyes when she dies?

Accident?

Why are the elderly afraid in the eyes of accidents?

Was it suicide or homicide?

Zhou Yi quietly looked at everything in front of him, thoughtful in his heart.

The family and even the entire town of Weiyang were shrouded in a layer of mystery, and everyone walked along the road only to find that everyone here had put on a mask for themselves. Why do you want to wear a mask and live a cold life?

In fact, even if he was different in Weiyang Town before he came here, it was only different. As for why it's different, what is different? The hexagram can't be seen, and he can't figure it out. That's why he chose to take this path that no one has taken, in order to come here and see for himself.

Now it seems that he has come to the right place this time.

"Over...... Passed away?"

Zhou Yiyi's eyes widened, obviously frightened by the woman's words.

"That'...... What about this flower...... What are the flowers?"

"My husband did it for me when he was alive. ”

"Okay! tell them what to do!"

The old man interrupted the woman's words with a scold.

Zhou Yiyi's face turned white for a moment, as if she had heard something terrible.

When everyone saw that her face was wrong, her mouth opened and closed, and she wanted to say it or not.

Zhou Yi felt it more clearly than others, because his hand was grabbed by Zhou Yiyi under the table. When the skin touched, I realized that Zhou Yiyi's hand was cold and terrible, and he grabbed it very tightly.

It turned out that it was not a coincidence, it turned out that the dream was real......

The heart suddenly throbbed, and the pain made Zhou Yiyi clench his chest tightly.

"Yiyi - Yiyi ——?"

Zhou Yi called her, but she didn't respond.

"Is he ...... Did someone strangle him with a strip of cloth around his neck?"

The woman jerked her head up and blurted out, "How do you know?"

Zhou Yiyi clenched her heart tightly, bent down in pain, and her voice was as soft as a cloud, which would be scattered in the air at any time.

Only Zhou Yi heard.

"Because, I dreamed of him. ”