"I know the pillow you were talking about."

"You know?"

"Yes, I know. Because I taught the young lady how to embroider pillows. ”

"Who are you?"

"I ......" the mother-in-law hesitated for a moment and replied, "I was the nurse of the young lady, and now I am in charge of some sundries in the backyard." Miss, she remembered the old love and took good care of me. ”

"Miss Zhou, she takes good care of you, why do you want to hurt her?"

"I didn't hurt Miss." The woman said, kneeling down: "The only person in this world who wants Miss to live well is me." ”

"Get up. This is not a court, and I am not the county lord who tried the case, so I came back here just to find out the origin of the pillow. If you know, tell me carefully. ”

"Does that pillow have anything to do with Miss's sudden death?" Mrs. Zhou rubbed her hands and looked at Lin Hu with some uneasiness.

"Let's talk about the mandarin duck pillow first."

"This matter has to start with my ancestors. My ancestral home is Suzhou, and my ancestors have opened embroidery workshops for three generations, and life is quite smooth. By the time my father arrived, the embroidery workshop that had been in operation for three generations was destroyed overnight. The clansmen, who died, who fled, fled, and fell. I fled with my parents all the way, and finally escaped to this Yong'an City, barely settling down.

When I first arrived in Yong'an, I was unfamiliar with life, and it was not easy to find a livelihood. My father had no choice but to follow others to do coolies, while my mother helped people to do laundry and tinkering.

When I turned fourteen, my father met a man. When his father saw that he was pitiful, he took him home and took care of him for a few days. Before leaving, the man gave his father a piece of hair embroidery, saying that it was his family handiwork. ”

"Hair embroidery?"

"It's hair embroidery. My ancestors have opened an embroidery workshop for three generations, and I have seen a lot of embroidery in this world, but I have never seen hair embroidery. This hair embroidery, as the name suggests, is an embroidery made of hair, with the girl's hair as the best, followed by the elderly and children. But different embroidery products require different hair.

With such a different embroidery, my father was naturally impressed, and he didn't care that I was still there, so he opened the embroidery. It was a picture of a beautiful woman, and the beauty in the picture was vividly embroidered, and there was some resemblance to my mother between the eyebrows and eyes. My father was stunned.

When the man had gone, his father shut himself up in his room and studied the embroidery all day, until three months later, when he was willing to come out of it. At that time, he was almost no different from a beggar on the street, sloppy and sloppy, but his eyes flashed with excitement.

Under the pressure of my father, I began to learn the art of hair embroidery, but my parents had so much hair for me to practice. Fortunately, it was still a troubled time, and the hair of the living was difficult to find, but the hair of the dead man was everywhere. My father would go out in search every night and come back at dawn. When I come back, my baggage is always full of all kinds of hair.

We found that the more wealthy the family, the better the hair is raised, tough and smooth, the embroidery is bright in color, durable, and the hair is used instead of silk thread, not only the embroidery style is unique, and there is a magical feeling that people can't take their eyes off.

Gradually, I fell in love with hair embroidery, and like my father, who was obsessed with studying his skills, I began to make embroidery without sleep. We put these embroideries in the embroidery workshop in Yongan and sold them on consignment, and soon made money. ”

"Since you earned money, why did you come to the Zhou family and become the nurse of Miss Zhou's family?"

"It's hard to put into words." Mrs. Zhou sighed: "As more and more embroidery is sold, our appetite is getting bigger and bigger, but the battles outside are getting fewer and fewer, and fewer and fewer people are dying." There were no dead people, no hair, so my father made up his mind to those graves in the suburbs. As a result, from that day on, the house was haunted.

First we heard the woman's cry in the middle of the night, followed by the sound of playing the harp, but when we dared to go up and check, the sound disappeared. Later, not only can you hear the sounds, but you can also see some strange ghosts.

Later, my father and I began to dream at the same time, and in my dreams we always saw a woman standing by the bed. She didn't say anything, just stared at us with a pair of cold eyes.

One day, two days, as the woman appeared more and more times in the dream, my father and I began to lose our hair to varying degrees. Later, every time we woke up from a nightmare, we would find a bunch of emanation resting at the head of the bed. My father knew in his heart that there must be something wrong with the hair that he had brought back from the tomb, and that we had provoked the master who was not easy to provoke. The woman had come to ask us for her hair.

Although my father wanted to run the embroidery workshop, at this time, he couldn't take care of it. He asked me to find all the embroidery, and then burned it all. Then, he found another in-law for me and sent me out in a hurry.

I thought that this was the end of the matter, but I didn't expect that all this was just the beginning. When I returned to the door three days, I found my father dead, and he had been strangled to death by a bunch of hair on the door frame. When I went, his eyes were still open.

I knew why, but I didn't dare to tell anyone. The government went to check for a while, and said that my father was drunk and mistakenly wrapped his hair around the door frame, which led to his accidental death. This matter was covered up in such a vague way.

Three months after the marriage, three months after my father's mysterious death, I was found to be pregnant. conceived in October, once delivered, it was difficult to survive until the child was born, but it turned out to give birth to a freak. ”

"Freaks?"

"Yes!" Mrs. Zhou's hand shook hard, obviously reluctant to mention the child's matter again, but continued: "On the night the child was born, the family suffered an accident, a drought and thunder fell from the sky, and the houses of my mother-in-law's family were flooded. I was the only one who escaped. ”

"You're the only one who escaped?"

"It should be said that it was my husband who saved my life." Mrs. Zhou's eyes were red: "At that time, I really wanted to die, so I went with them." Just as I was hanging the white silk on the broken beam, a monk appeared and rescued me. The monk was not someone else, he was the one who gave my father the embroidery that day. ”

"There's something strange about this."

Knowing the cause and effect, the monk folded his hands and said that all this was his sin. This hair is the essence of man, and there is nothing to make embroidery from the hair of a living person, but if it is made of a dead person, it will be unlucky, and at worst it will be haunted by ghosts. He only blamed himself and didn't tell us these things early.

Although I resented him, I also knew that it had nothing to do with him. When he gave my father's hair embroidery, he didn't think that we should also learn the art of hair embroidery, let alone that we would take away other people's hair because of greed for money. After that, it was only because of our greed, because of our sinful karma.

After that, the monk passed on a solution to me. He taught me to embroider a portrait of myself with my own hair and burn it along with my birthday. Since then, I haven't seen those ghosts again, and nothing strange has happened around me.

Later, by mistake, I entered the Zhou family and became the nurse of Miss Zhou's family, and those things related to hair embroidery were also forgotten. If it weren't for the sake of Miss, I would never have thought about these things again. ”

"What does Miss Zhou have to do with the hair embroidery you just mentioned?"

"Since the adults came to Zhou's house to inquire, they should have also heard about the matter between my young lady and Zhang Yun. The young lady and that Zhang Yun fell in love at first sight, and the lord admired him a lot, and soon gave the marriage of the two people. If it weren't for those things later, Miss would have been with Zhang Yun and Meimei by now, and it is estimated that she even has a child. ”

"I know about this matter, saying that it was because of Zhang Yun's cousin, so the Zhou family broke off this marriage."

"The marriage was decided by the master. The young lady was infatuated, but she didn't care about anything. Besides, Zhang Yun once promised my young lady that after entering the door, he would never treat my young lady badly because of his cousin. But Miss, in the end, is the only daughter of the master, and she is very pampered on weekdays, how can she be willing to suffer such grievances.

After the marriage was broken, the young lady suffered from insomnia, and she began to sleep all night long, day and night, just sitting at the window, staring in the direction of Zhang's house. Seeing that the young lady was getting thinner and thinner day by day, I was in a panic, so I thought of an idea that I should never have thought of. ”

"What did you do?"

"Miss's biological mother died early, and when she left, she left a bunch of green silk of her own and gave it to Miss as a memory. When I saw that the young lady had not slept all day, I thought of what the monk had told me. So he secretly took out the green silk of the young lady's deceased mother and embroidered a pillow with the green silk. ”

"Mandarin duck pillow?"

"Nope! It's just a very ordinary pillow, but the style is made to the kind that the young lady likes. Because of Mrs. Heaven's blessing, since she had that pillow, Miss was able to sleep peacefully. As a nurse of the young lady, my heart has only become steady. But I never expected that Zhang Yun would shamelessly come to the door again. ”

"Zhang Yun also came to Miss Zhou?"

"Yes! When I found out about it, I wanted to kill that bastard right away. Mrs. Zhou's hand tightened tighter: "This bastard, obviously he has already married her as his wife, but he still came to provoke my young lady, crying again and again that he had to do it." The young lady has an unforgettable old affection for him, and under his coaxing, where can she still hold herself, and she actually met him privately with my master without telling me. ”