But he didn't blame Feng Chuan, after all, he was the one who begged her for help.

Feng Chuan looked at him, full of guilt, "I know you must hate me to death, that's your token for many years, yesterday...... It's really an accident, really, you believe me. ”

He nodded, saying that he didn't blame her, but the only token Meile was a little sad, maybe fate was really over.

The matter started with Feng Chuan, and Feng Chuan quickly came up with a solution.

She promised that she would definitely find a way to let Fang Hua see Bai Zhirou.

Only then did Fang Hua stop crying.

When he entered the inner hall, Aster was worried, all these years, and there was no other evidence, how to find Miss Bai Family, although Feng Chuan solved his urgent need, but he didn't know that the disappointment after hope was even more sad.

After a cup of tea and a plate of snacks, Feng Chuan took Fang Hua out together, and looked carefully yesterday, few people will be able to embroider the gold embroidery on it in Lin'an, and the descendants will be effective, if it is said that more than ten years ago, it will be embroidered with gold, if it is not Miss Bai, it is Mrs. Bai, and if you touch the melon, you will always find clues.

Fengchuan walked a lot of embroidery shops, and the embroidery girls hummed lightly, but it was a golden embroidery, no one would know, but after seeing a lot of embroidery, Fengchuan felt that it was not as good as Bai Zhirou's handkerchief embroidery.

The embroidery spinning at the east end, the flower embroidery hall on the west street, no one can compare with Miss Bai's embroidery.

If you find the same embroidery, you may find some clues.

Fang Hua didn't talk much, just followed Feng Chuan step by step.

He does not know where the person he loves is.

He knew in his heart how difficult the road was.

Passing by Guangyuan Temple, he stopped.

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Chuan was stunned, he didn't move an inch, facing the temple gate.

He stared nicely, "I want to go in and say goodbye." ”

In a lifetime of love, infatuated men are the rarest.

Out of guilt, Feng Chuan agreed to accompany him to the temple, but the little novice at the door told the female donkey to drink soup before entering.

The temple reflected in the green trees, the apricot yellow courtyard walls, the blue-gray temple ridge, and the pale green towering ancient trees are all bathed in the rose-red morning glow.

Guangyuan Temple is a sacred place for believers and Tibetans to make pilgrimages to Buddha. At this time, the smoke of cigarettes fills the air, and a steady stream of worshippers arrives, their hands folded, raised their chests, foreheads, and heads, and then falls flat on the ground. And so it did every day, so that the slabs were sunken in many places.

In front of the Buddha, the two closed their eyes tightly and worshipped sincerely.

After worshipping the Buddha, the two walked towards the temple gate.

"How did you do it, didn't you tell you to send the incense there, how did you get it here?"

"Uncle Shi, I'm sorry, I'll send it now."

A little novice kept nodding at a senior monk to admit his mistake, Feng Chuan was deeply puzzled, Buddhism is important, it should be merciful, why do monks bully others so much?

After going out, Feng Chuan continued to look for the embroidery shop, she firmly believed that she would find clues, they came to the place where Fang Hua and Bai Zhirou grew up, although ten years have passed, Fang Hua said that it has not changed at all, it is still the same.

Those memories that had been mottled made him more and more lost.

Songs from childhood, he, remember.

"Do you still recognize the neighbors here?"

He shook his head, for more than ten years, everyone went their separate ways, and some houses were empty.

Feng Chuan asked Fang Hua and learned that a zhang away was where the Bai family had lived.

"There are people there, I asked, and they said that they didn't know the Bai family, and there were still a few families before this."

Listening to Fang Hua's story, Feng Chuan was curious, and she advocated entering the door to take a look.

"This ......" Fang Hua hadn't gone in.

Tuk tuk tuk ~

The door opened, and it was a woman who looked amiable.

"Who are you looking for?"

Feng Chuan told the story truthfully, hoping to go into the courtyard to have a look, and the woman warmly invited them and shouted: "Old man, someone from the house has come." ”

The man was fifty years old, his hands and feet were clever, and he came out of the back room when he heard the sound, and the woman introduced Feng Chuan and Fang Hua, and sighed: "The young man values love and righteousness, guards his lover, and he has been guarding it for fourteen years. ”

The man didn't have anything, nodded, stood aside with the woman, and looked at Feng Chuan and Fang Hua.

Fang Hua ignored the people around him and looked at the big tree and admired, "This tree is still like that." Back then, he often sat under this tree with Zhirou, and Zhirou sometimes stole two dates and took two sour plums.

They often live here, gently digging a hole next to the root of the big tree, Zhirou picked up a leaf and gently put it in the hole, Fang Hua was in a hurry to bury it, so she turned her head and snorted, "Don't bury it, bury it, it will rot." ”

Fang Hua looked at her at a loss and asked what to do, she smiled mischievously and took the square flat stone to ballast it.

"Brother Fang, this is our agreement, if it is always there, I will marry you, if it is not there, it has nothing to do with me who you marry."

"Don't, I'll marry you, my Fang Hua swears, I won't marry Bai Zhirou in this life."

The two of them smiled slightly, held hands, and listened to the incessant chanting of the trees.

Fang Hua recalled the past, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He walked under the big tree, turned around twice, and squatted down in front of a place, for more than ten years, the leaves were long gone. Before he could get up, Feng Chuan stepped forward and tapped the ground with his feet.

It's not softer there than the others, and it's obviously a little stiff underneath.

She bent down, picked up a thick wooden stick, and dug it up fiercely against the ground, Fang Hua saw that Feng Chuan was stirring the soil, he followed with his bare hands, and soon found a flat stone.

"No, the rocks we put back then weren't that big." Fang Hua looked at Feng Chuan in surprise.

Feng Chuan didn't speak, and lifted the flat stone with both hands, below was a piece of jade pendant, a purse, and under the purse was a small flat stone, and the leaves under the flat stone had long been rotted and disappeared.

Feng Chuan understood from Fang Hua's eyes that he recognized these things.

"This jade pendant belongs to her father, I have seen him bring it, I have never seen this purse, but it must not be Zhirou's." He was sure that there seemed to be hope.

Feng Chuan looked at these two things and began to guess.

Why are they buried here?

The only people who knew the little secret between them were Fang Hua and Miss Bai, this must be the clue she left, the backyard changed hands, and the new owner had no time to take care of it, so he didn't pay attention to these things, so he kept it to this day.

Feng Chuan opened the purse and saw a Chen character embroidered in the purse, and she hurriedly asked Fang Hua Bai's mother's surname.

"Her maiden name is Li, I remember this clearly, when her maternal grandparents came to visit, but for some reason they quarreled with Uncle Bai, and in a hurry, Uncle Bai said, 'Your Li family doesn't have a good thing.'" This sentence made Aunt Bai cry for a while. ”

If it weren't for Bai Zhirou's mother's purse, then this person surnamed Chen must have known what happened to the Bai family back then, and why did he suddenly move away?