This red fisherman's hat, in addition to a beautiful triangular plum on the brim, also has those two letters - ZL.

"ZL, what do these two letters stand for? The initials of that embroidered girl? ”

"Well, I didn't ask her, I guess so!"

"Can you give me her contact information?"

"Well, I'm afraid not."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know her contact details either."

"You don't know? There's no reason for that! ”

The girl smiled slightly: "Officer Xiao, you think you didn't come this time to simply ask me for a hat!" Who is the embroidery girl, you already have the answer in your heart! Why bother me? ”

"As smart as you are, you should know what I mean. Right, Zhu Lin. The two letters on the brim represent the abbreviation of your name in pinyin. Actually, last time I overlooked a problem, when you poured me that glass of water, you had a band-aid on your right thumb and forefinger. I thought that people who hold paintbrushes every day would inevitably hurt their hands, but now that I think about it, it must be the injury you suffered when you were doing a handicraft. ”

"Actually, you're coming a little slower than I thought, and I gave such a clumsy performance, you should have seen the clues last time you came."

"No, your acting skills are impeccable, the only downside is that you use too much force. If you don't donate all of Mr. Zhang's property, maybe I won't doubt you at all. ”

"Alright! It seems that if you don't say anything about the tall Zhiyin today, you won't let me go. Go sit in the yard! I don't even have boiled water here today. ”

In the courtyard, Bai Yufei sat opposite Xiao Mo, calm as usual.

"Everything?"

"I came alone with a suitcase, and I didn't want to take anything that wasn't mine."

"What about the painting? Mr. Zhang's famous work, Xiao Ze said that he wanted Mr. Zhang's art exhibition on New Year's Day to be held as scheduled, but you didn't give him the most important painting. ”

"That painting is the root of sin, and it is still suitable for pressing the bottom of the box."

"It seems that only you know the secrets of this painting."

Xiao Mo took out the book from his bag and put it on the table.

"This book of the same name as Mr. Zhang's painting "The Girl on the Bamboo Row", the author Yufeng, should be from your hand! I spent an all-night reading it, and the story was touching and the writing was delicate and realistic. I'm thinking, the story between this girl on the bamboo raft and you and Teacher Zhang is also very clear in this book.

Therefore, your encounter with Mr. Zhang is not a coincidence, he is not an idol you worship as you say, and you actually have another purpose for approaching him. ”

"Yes."

"Where to start, the painting? Or the girl who made handmade hats? Or is it the book? ”

"The painting! The story should start from the beginning. ”

Here is the girl's story:

The story began in the summer of 19 years ago, when I was six years old, and I had an aunt, Judy. At the age of 25, he was a middle school art teacher.

I have been without a mother since I was born, and my memories of her are limited to the pictures in the frames of my home.

My father later became a family with other women, and my relatives were my grandmother and aunt.

I lived in that village with my grandmother, and my childhood memories were all related to my aunt Judy.

She played an important role in my life and gave me love that my parents didn't give me.

Before the year of her accident, I was spoiled by her as a little princess in the most fairy tale, not at all like a child who was not loved by her parents.

The creek in front of the village, Officer Xiao, you should know. Because it flows westward all year round, it is called the West Water River.

The Xishui River is crystal clear, and at that time, if you want to get to the other side of the river, you have to row a bamboo row, unlike now there is already a Xishui Bridge.

It was in that summer that my aunt lost her life on the banks of the Xishui River at the best of years.

Zhang Bai, no, his name was Zhang Jianjun at that time, and he was his aunt's colleague at school.

Although Zhang Bai was older than my aunt at that time, he had the temperament of an artist, and he was a legendary and suave figure.

My aunt was young and beautiful at that time, and the two of them looked like a talented and beautiful couple in the eyes of outsiders.

That year they were supposed to get married on National Day, but my aunt didn't wait for that day.

Zhang Jianjun and his aunt are both art teachers, and their painting skills are good.

So when it's time for the holidays, they will go back to their hometown to live for a while. The landscape of my hometown is the best subject for painting.

That summer vacation was also the happiest thing for me, because I got to see my favorite aunt and future uncle every day.

At that time, Zhang Bai was gentle and elegant, his smile was particularly gentle, and he looked like a humble gentleman.

Although I am not very old, the child's idea is also a little peculiar, I said a word to my aunt, and she made her laugh at me for a long time.

I said, "Auntie, I want to marry Zhang Jianjun when I grow up."

My aunt smiled and said, "Then what should I do, Zhang Jianjun is your aunt's." ”

I pestered my aunt and said, "Auntie, you love me the most, will you give me Zhang Jianjun?" ”

My aunt smiled again: "Yes, then you grow up quickly, otherwise when you grow up, Zhang Jianjun will be old." ”

On the day of the accident, I was taking a nap, and before taking a nap, my aunt told me a story about Snow White.

It was a bit cool that day, and I slept very soundly, a little longer.

When I woke up, the sun was setting in the west. My aunt and Zhang Jianjun were not there, so I asked my grandmother, who said that the two of them had gone to the other side of the river to collect wind.

At that time, there was a row of bamboo forests on the other side of the river, and the scenery was particularly beautiful.

I couldn't see my aunt, so I got up for a long time and cried for a long time.

My grandmother was so busy cutting pigweed in the field that she didn't have time to take care of me.

I was bored crying alone, so I decided to wait for my aunt on the bank of the river.

Every time she went to the other side of the river, she would go to the market not far away to bring me something to eat, and I was looking forward to it.

I was lucky, when I first arrived at the river, I saw a bamboo row on the other side of the river.

My aunt's beautiful floral dress was particularly beautiful in the sparkling waves.

I stood next to the stone pillar of the river embankment and opened my mouth wide, but my aunt did not shout the word.

Because it was only a few seconds of work, the bamboo row fell apart, and my aunt's flower skirt fluttered on the river surface a few times and disappeared completely.

There is a small river flowing in front of the village all the year round, and most of the children in the village have the talent of knowing how to swim.

But my aunt is an exception, I heard my grandmother say, my aunt was thrown directly into the water by my grandfather for the first time, but she didn't get up for half a day, when my grandfather scooped her up, my aunt rolled her eyes, she didn't wake up, and her grandfather ran back and forth on the shore with her on his back.

The unconscious aunt spat several times, and finally cried out with a whoa.

Grandma said that it was also her life that was great, and the river god disliked her young age and refused to accept her.

After that, my aunt was afraid of water, and the little ditch was afraid of the one that crossed over.