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I didn't sleep well. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In my dream, 9-year-old me was riding on the shoulders of Brother Chengyun, next to my sister with a happy smile. We walked forward with joy, as if we were going to a mysterious world of great beauty to see the sea. After a while, Haizhu and Shifang caught up and threatened to join us on the expedition, so our group of people, led by Brother Chengyun, walked through a shining gate and entered the dense world.

After a while, 10-year-old me lay in front of my sister's window, watching her delicately embroider the big red and gold mandarin duck brocade quilt, and then the painting style changed abruptly, and the bright red of the bed turned into a dazzling white, I saw Brother Chengyun lying in the black black box with a bloodless face, crying silently.

Suddenly, someone patted me on the back, and when I turned around, I saw Brother Cheng Yun smiling at me gently: "Little Zhao, I'm leaving." Take good care of my sister and don't let her take revenge, you know? Stop her, you must stop her......" he said, his voice gradually lowered, only to hear a "bang", a black muzzle with smoke coming out of it, just in front of me.

"Brother Chengyun......"

I struggled and opened my eyes in a panic.

In the dark night, where is there a half-divided rhyme figure. Outside, it started to rain at some point, and the moonlight had already hidden in the clouds when the rain came. The sound of dripping was exceptionally clear, and the knocking on the eaves of the green tiles and gray walls had a terrifying smell of silence.

The back of my neck was wet with cold sweat, and I didn't know when I put a wet handkerchief at the head of the bed, I picked up the towel that still exuded residual warmth and wiped my face, and then I completely woke up from my sleep.

Gu Shaoqing had already left, and there was a cup of tea kept warm by hot water on the stool, I picked it up and took two sips, and found a white note placed underneath.

After turning on the light, a row of clear and steady French on the note caught my eye, translated into Chinese with only four words: "Be careful of Han Ma!"

With a bang, in this dashing rainy night, a blood-red flower seemed to bloom on my lips, and the flower immediately thanked again, leaving only the sound of the teacup breaking in the cold night......

What is it? The result of his query for me? Or is it speculation?

What was that dream just now? Brother Chengyun's warning?

The embroidery building is quiet, since the father divided most of the family's property to the second uncle and the third uncle, the long house in addition to the remaining ancestral house is still the ancestral house, the huge family business is divided, and there is only one garment shop and a few acres of sacrificial land in the family to maintain the cost. My father resigned most of his servants, leaving only a few old people, including Han Ma and Mu Bo, and a group of companions from my mother. And Han's mother is the most proud deputy of my grandmother who grew up watching me grow up.

The wind blew in, the half-old red gauze wall lamp swayed and lit, I got up and walked to the window, leaned on the curtain and looked, the courtyard was quiet, the sound of rain in the dark night was particularly sensitive, and the people in the quiet world were asleep, and I didn't feel how much joy and sorrow there were in the awake people. The sound of the rain grew louder and louder, smashing densely into the sleeping dream, revealing a trace or two that could be explored, but there was no trace in the whitening sky......

After a long time, the sound of Han's mother going upstairs became closer and closer, and the sky lit up. The overnight rain had subsided a little bit, and there was a loud sound in the hallway.

"My young lady, why are you standing here?" Han's mother said, picked up the blanket on the chair and draped it over my body.

I looked at her pale forehead and suddenly asked, "Mama Han, do you miss your grandmother?"

Han's mother was stunned, obviously she never thought that I would ask such a question in the morning, after my grandmother died, I often asked her, but later my father scolded me and didn't dare to ask again. Because every time I asked this, Han's mother would always choke up and turn her back and not speak. So my father was afraid that she would be sad and didn't allow me to embarrass her like this.

Today, I'd love to see her reaction again.

"Why did you remember to ask me this, didn't you say that you don't want to mention your grandmother to look forward?" Han's mother avoided answering.

"I just suddenly miss my grandmother, so I ask you. You are the only one in the family who knows your grandmother best, so I want to ask you. I said, watching her motionless, trying to take a closer look at the old man who had been in our house for 50 years.

"Think, how could you not want to. I didn't dare to think about it before, but when I think about it, I feel uncomfortable. Now I think about it very much, and I cry when I think about it. As she spoke, she pulled me to the head of the bed, and began to babble again: "I was already sick, and I was scared all night, and now I can't lie down well, what kind of wind is blowing?" Even if you think about the old lady again, you have to take care of your body, right? ”

She looked at me so kindly, pulled the quilt and touched her head, always cherished me like a grandmother, how could she be a ghost who killed a thousand knives? I don't understand.

"Today, the family is going to come to the police station to investigate the matter of Laifu, and the lord and wife asked me to tell you, if it's okay, don't go out, stay in the embroidery building and recuperate." Mother Han said, tucked the corner of the quilt for me, and wanted to go down.

I hurriedly grabbed her hand, and the cold was grasped, and it quickly turned into a reassurance. For a moment, I felt a powerful, different force pull me, but in an instant, I changed back to my original loving face.

"What's the matter, reluctant to let me go?" Mother Han smiled and touched my head again.

"I'm scared alone, can you stay with me like you did when you were a child." I'm coquettish, seven points true, three points false, and my tone carries a temptation that I despise.

Seeing that I was childish again, she couldn't help but sit down and leaned on the foot of the bed to accompany me: "It seems that I was scared by yesterday's events, don't be afraid, there is Mother Han here."

"What happened to Laifu's family?"

"The lord gave a pension, which is enough for their family for the rest of their lives, don't worry."

"But Blessing ......"

"These are not things you need to worry about, the old lady will arrange it herself, go to sleep, just get some sleep!"

As she spoke, she said no more, and patted me and hummed the lullaby that I had sung to me since childhood......

After Han's mother left, I quickly opened my closed eyes and looked at the turmeric spun tent above my head in a daze.

When Shaoqing came last night, he said that he had just received the news from the police station and came directly to Liu's mansion, but the family found that someone was dead in the morning, and his father came back at noon and called the police. Or rather, where did they go with their heavy corpses?

Shao Qing left me a note, but in French instead of Chinese, apparently he felt that my room was no longer safe, and it was even possible that the secret had already been leaked. So he deliberately pressed the note under the teacup and wrote it casually with a pen on inconspicuous homework paper, just to make people think that it was the word I practiced in school. This person who can enter and exit my boudoir and take care of my daily life is easy to approach, and there is no one else but Han's mother!

Just, why her? I waited, thinking, and blindly told myself to calm down, maybe Gu Shaoqing was also wrong in inference?

It wasn't until after the rain stopped, the sun was rising, and the cool breeze of autumn blew into every corner of the embroidery building, and Gu Shaoqing appeared in front of me again in a suit and leather shoes, and I saw clearly the evidence of the clues about the thieves in the house in his hand.

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