Zimo's thoughts were called for a while, and he realized that there was still someone by his side, so he immediately restrained his expression and raised a gentle smile: "It's not much, Miss has been very smart since she was a child, you go on." ”

Li Donglan didn't see the expression on Zimo's face, and she didn't think deeply about why she stopped, she was now immersed in the excitement of discussing milk tea, and her sensitivity to the subtle movements of the outside world was already minimal.

Along the way, Li Donglan kept saying enthusiastically...

Zimo nodded from time to time and responded a few times. After a while, the two of them were in the backyard and fell into the house, where they lived, and the two separated.

Zimo went to Mama Yang's room.

Mama Yang came back a while before Zimo, she was sitting in the house, and she lived alone.

Zimo pushed the door in, the door was not closed, and she couldn't wait for the time to knock on the door, she had to hurry to verify one thing.

Mama Yang's eyes widened a little, she was a little surprised, Zimo has rarely come to her, what could be the matter?

After Zimo came in, he closed the door with his backhand, and walked towards the person sitting in the room with a somewhat gloomy face, "Yang Chunxia, do you know anything but don't tell me?" ”

Yang Chunxia is Mama Yang's original name, since she became Li Yuqing's nurse, few people call her anymore, and not many people know her original name, Zimo usually calls her Mama Yang, this will be called by her name and surname, Zimo should be angry, why are you angry?

A lot of thoughts flashed through Mama Yang's mind, but she didn't find a clue, she didn't stop thinking about it in her heart, she stood up with a smile, poured a cup of tea and greeted Zimo who came over:

"Why is my sister so angry? Sit down and take a sip of tea to lower the fire, blame me, a stupid person, for making my sister unhappy, I should pay for it! ”

Zimo stood firmly in front of Mama Yang, the corners of her mouth were firmly pursed, her ink-colored eyes stared at her, her eyes were surging with inexplicable emotions, and she couldn't help but overflow.

This is no small matter.

Mama Yang looked at Zimo's serious appearance, the smile on her face gradually put away, put down the teacup, straightened up, looked over with a solemn face, and said seriously:

"What is it? You say, I can't guess. ”

Zimo swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, her lips moved and she opened her mouth with difficulty, and said in a strange and hoarse voice: "Little Miss... Little Miss is not her, it turns out ... Sick, alright... Little Miss, Little Miss is not Little Miss, no,... It's still a little miss, it's not a little miss inside. It's changed..."

The tone was reversed, and it seemed a little delirious.

Mama Yang's eyes shrank when she first heard it, and her expression tightened, and then she relaxed when she listened to it, and only listened silently, with a calm expression, not surprised at all.

Zimo seemed to be a little stimulated by Mama Yang's calm look, and grabbed Mama Yang's collar in a bit of collapse, shaking it desperately, and her thoughts became clear:

"You do! Also, it's that you have taken care of her since she was a child, and you have been with her for the longest time, how do you not know that she has changed, no! Someone else! ”

After roaring, he seemed to be a little out of breath, let go of Mama Yang's collar, walked back and forth, and muttered to himself:

"I should have thought of it, the previous illness was so bad, the doctor said no, but the little lady got better, and her temperament changed, I thought that life and death had changed, but it had changed too much!"

How can a depressed and sad person suddenly become cheerful and happy without any change? Although the handwriting is the same as that of the little lady, the action habits have also become so big, although there were doubts at that time, but I also felt that it was a good thing that it had changed.

"When the sour plum soup came out, she said that she saw it from the secretary of the Zhou family, and I felt that something was not right, and today I got a milk tea again, something that has not been seen in the four seas, and I was very suspicious of her."

Zimo continued with some half-tears and laughter: "I grew up in the Zhou Mansion with Miss since I was a child, and I have never made such things as sour plum soup and milk tea in the house, these two things are just summer summer relief products, there are no particularly taboo things, and such good things have never been made, and when it was so hot before, Miss was still shouting to find something to cool off, and I didn't mention that the secretary of the Zhou Mansion recorded it." ”

As he spoke, his voice trembled, and he was a little frightened, and the whole person sat half-paralyzed on the ground:

"This girl is not a little miss, the little lady died of illness a few months ago, this is an evil possession! Little Miss is gone, do you know, Miss? You want my daughter who grew up to look for you too, I... I'm the only one! ”

The more she got later, the more excited she became, and I didn't know if she was excited because of Li Yuqing's personal change, or because the task taught by Miss had ended.

Mama Yang just silently watched Zimo crying and laughing madly, and she couldn't see what she was thinking in her calm eyes.

Zimo cried and laughed and vented her emotions for a long time, and finally calmed down, took out a handkerchief from the placket and wiped the stains mixed with tears on her face, and slowly got up and stood up.

Mama Yang didn't help her, she had already changed from standing to sitting on a chair, looking at Zimo and calming down, just following her.

"You know why you didn't tell me? Why not dismantle it too? I actually don't care, but you're the one who watched her grow up, and she was replaced by an inexplicable ghost, and you're indifferent? ”

Zimo's voice became even more hoarse, but he didn't look crazy, he calmed down completely, found a chair and sat down.

Mama Yang smiled with love and doting in her eyes: "The child I raised is equivalent to half a mother over the years, she, I naturally know best, she has changed, I also know, but she is still her, but she just turned out the shining side." ”

After taking a sip of tea and moistening his throat, he continued, "What's the difference? It's just that one child lives here and the other in another, and then one is seriously ill, and the other comes over, and then the two children come together, and they are more complete. She is still her, she has not changed, and I will always accompany her through this life. With a conniving smile on her face, like a mother watching her child play.

Zimo's eyes widened in disbelief: "It turns out that you are a madman!" I'm really not as good as you, the truth has been seen, and I have to blind myself with a big lie, since you think so, then you follow her like this, I also have a long-cherished wish..."

As she spoke, the words behind seemed to be drowned in her lips, and Mama Yang didn't hear what she was saying.

Zimo got her groomed and prepared to go out.

Mama Yang stopped her: "Don't go and tell my sister!" ”

Zimo paused, and pulled out a half-mocking and half-sympathetic smile: "I know." ”

After speaking, he opened the door and went out, with a gentle smile on his face that is common on weekdays, and walked to his room, and greeted the servants along the way, and nodded with a smile.

Already at the door, Zimo turned around, the gentle smile on her face gradually solidified, pushed open the door of the room where she lived alone, took a deep breath, and immediately pushed the wooden fence into the hole and locked the door.

She leaned her back against the door panel, slowly squatted down, rubbed her eyebrow bones as if she was a little tired, and rolled her head back in her Adam's apple without speaking.

After a long while, I got up and walked to the table with heavy steps and poured a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp, my emotions seemed to be diluted by the water, and the tension on my face eased.

Zimo walked towards the bed slowly, knelt in front of the bed and opened the thin mattress, revealing a palm-sized box, reaching out to pick it up, gently stroking the body of the box with his fingertips, with a faint tear in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, but it was a happy look.

Continue to open the box, carefully take out a hairpin, this is a wooden hairpin, smooth and round, obviously the owner of the object is very cherished, often wiped and caressed. Carved into the shape of gold flowers and silver stamens, it is very simple and elegant.

Zimo looked at the hairpin body lovingly, this is... The young lady gave it to her, it was a pair, and the other young lady also brought it with her when she was buried.

"Hahahahaha!" Zimo laughed in a low voice frantically, the silver bell-like laughter was as tender and innocent as a girl, her face was bright and happy, and tears fell with a smile.

"Papa" "Papa", the sound of tears falling heavily on the ground, the thick sadness contained in the dark and quiet pupils with long eyelashes, Zimo held the hairpin in both hands and kissed it reverently, tears flowed down the smooth skin to the mouth, the tip of the tongue hooked, and tasted carefully...

It turned out to be salty, a sigh-like voice sounded in the bottom of my heart, Zimo's eyebrows moved, and a happy and sweet smile appeared on his mouth, as if he had thought of something worth being happy about, such an expression lasted for a long time, and then he lowered his eyebrows and looked at the hairpin in his hand carefully.

Looking at this hairpin, the memories of these years seem to be the leaves of the old trees falling without wind in autumn, lying in the soil and being picked up, integrated and crushed and thrown into a broken burlap bag, after tying the bag mouth was thrown to the shoulder, bumpy all the way forward, through the years, the bottom of the pocket, and fell into the rivers and lakes...

The fallen leaves seemed to splash a few ripples, and the layers of blurred water disturbed the past..., Zimo appeared in front of her eyes The young lady took the two hairpins and handed one to herself, the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, the tender begonia that is as tender as the water, the tender branches that have just sprouted in the spring, the smiling eyebrows and eyes, and the delicate face of the city...

Suddenly, I saw the young lady sitting in a sedan chair with a cold face, without a fiery red wedding dress, from a corner of the side hall into the Li Mansion and became a noble concubine with a low master's mother, she seemed to recall that it was her heart-wrenching sadness, she was such a good young lady, captivating the city and the country, with excellent talent, but there was no scenery to marry, and it became a big joke in the capital...

In the blink of an eye, the happiest time between her and the young lady appeared in front of her, carefree, regardless of the flowers, the time of playing...