The breeze blew gently, and the bamboo leaves rippled in the halo of sunlight, and were blown into the mortal world, and then they were swept up again, and after a few ups and downs, they finally returned to the earth.

The sad air flowed slowly, infected with the bamboo forest, infected with the wind, infected with the fragrance of tea in the air.

Tears clouded his eyes, soaked his cheeks, and fell on the table, leaving tear stains. A green bamboo leaf drifted in with the wind, and it happened to fall on the tear stains, like falling into a dead lake full of sorrow, unable to struggle anymore.

Shen Xiaoxia, who was infected by Mr. Xia's sadness, could no longer control her tears, like a flood that burst the embankment, and she couldn't control it.

This kind of despair is accompanied by nostalgia, nostalgia is accompanied by regret, regret is accompanied by desperate sadness, it is so contagious, strong that it seems to be able to use sadness to conquer a city and turn it into a silent ruin in an instant.

"Where did you get this silk handkerchief?" It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, and Mr. Xia choked up a few times before speaking.

"Mr. Xia knows this silk handkerchief." Seeing a silk handkerchief can be as sad as the sky and the earth cracking, this is no longer a simple understanding, what kind of unforgettable relationship is it!

Mr. Xia held the silk handkerchief with trembling hands, did not make a sound, and his tears did not stop. It seems that I don't know how to say it.

"This handkerchief is my mother's thing. I inadvertently learned that my mother was not the biological daughter of the Wang family, but was picked up on the side of the road. This silk handkerchief is the only thing on my mother that can prove her identity. ”

"What?" Listening to Xiao Xia's words, Mr. Xia was suddenly shocked and didn't know what to do, and nervously grabbed Xiao Xia's hand.

Xiao Xia suddenly felt pain and subconsciously shrank back, but seeing Mr. Xia's very nervous and expectant expression, he suddenly didn't dare to move.

Seeing Mr. Xia's gaffe like this, Xiao Xia was even more sure that she must know the origin of this handkerchief.

Explained again: "I also looked at the poems on this silk handkerchief and the embroidered lotus flower, which is very similar to the one you gave to Xiaosi, so I asked you." ”

"Is this silk handkerchief really your mother's?"

Seeing Xiao Xia nodding, Mr. Xia began to fall into memories again.

When the Su family was in trouble, Su Jinxiu was forced to leave as soon as she gave birth to a daughter, and was kidnapped by thieves on the way and lost her child. Even if she gave birth to another son later, she still couldn't forget the child she lost, and she lived in self-blame until she died.

Shenjia Village? By the way, in order to make Jinxiu's last wish, He Shen had traced that the child might have been left near Shenjia Village, but unfortunately he had not been able to find it, and after a long time, he naturally thought that the child might be gone. If what Shen Xiaoxia said is true, then isn't Xiaoxia's mother the baby girl she lost back then.

If you do the math, it was already thirty-five years ago, but I didn't expect it......

confirmed what he was thinking, where did Mr. Xia still sit? This can be regarded as the last bit of blood of the Su family.

"Quick, take me to see your mother......"

Mr. Xia got up and wanted to leave, she was so excited that she couldn't even care about her image, and Xiao Xia saw it for the first time.

"Mr. Xia, don't get excited, my mother doesn't know about this yet. It's better not to say it until we confirm it, if we make a mistake, won't we disappoint everyone? ”

After being appeased by Xiao Xia a few times, Mr. Xia's emotions finally returned to calm, and he sighed when he saw that Xiao Xia had been looking at him with curious eyes.

She didn't seem to have remembered these old things for a long time, and even wanted to forget them. But in retrospect, I didn't expect it to be so clear.

The past is like smoke, scattered with the wind, but how can those unforgettable things be easily let go?

"Thirty-five years ago, Shangjing City was also as prosperous as it is now, with a hundred flowers blooming in spring, willows in summer, warm in autumn, snow-capped in winter, and the beauty of the four seasons is like a picture. It seems that there is no sadness at all, and the only sorrow is probably thinking that I can find a good man! ”

"There is a century-old scholarly family in Shangjing, the Su family. When did the Su family become famous in the world, it is impossible to study, the Su family is most famous for a woman, her name is Su Chuanfang, she is well-versed in the past and the present, astronomy and geography, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, all of which are fine. Her name is recorded in the history books. She is most famous for her good handwriting, and she is set as a model for all the women in the capital to learn calligraphy, and everyone is proud to have a copy of Su Chuanfang's calligraphy. ”

"In my generation, the Su family only has three daughters. The eldest lady Su Jinzhi, dignified and generous, and glamorous, was approached by the emperor and sealed Concubine Su by the emperor just now. The second lady was the same year as me, and she was destined to be splendid, round and smooth, gentle as water, and married to the son of the He family who had already been admitted to the champion at a young age. The third lady is the most beautiful of the sisters Sanzhong, and she was the first beauty in the capital, and she was ...... Married by a domineering general. ”

"At that time! The girl of the Su family is really sought-after. My mother-in-law is also a girl from the Su family, so the three sisters of the Su family and I are cousins, and the four of them are about the same age, and they are sisters who grew up together. ”

"Those days in the boudoir were beautiful and happy! I don't know if God can't stand it. The first emperor died of a sudden illness just after the age of confusion, and the princes used all kinds of means for the supreme throne, and there were so many innocent people who gave their lives for it......"

Seeing that Mr. Xia said this, his face was unswerving, and the hatred and sadness were difficult to hide, Xiao Xia had already guessed the approximately.

Once a son of heaven and a courtier, the new emperor's chief dragon chair was all sitting on the bones of innocent people step by step.

"The first to suffer was the Gu family, and then the Su family, as soon as the Su family had an accident, the daughters of the Su family who married outside were also killed, and the Su concubine in the palace was given a white silk and buried the emperor. After that, it's our Xia family. As the daughter of the Xia family, I was soon abandoned. ”

"Those days? It felt like the heavens were falling apart, so many people died, and so did my loved ones. ”

Xiao Xia took Mr. Xia's hand and wanted to give her a little warmth. It really shouldn't be for her to recall these sad pasts.

"You don't have to."

Mr. Xia gently wiped away his tears and shook his head.

"It's okay, it's all in the past, it's only hateful, I can't avenge those who died in vain."

"Mr. Xia, you have to believe that the grievances and grievances in the world, the cycle of cause and effect, have their own providence."

Mr. Xia dried the corners of his eyes and made new tea himself.

But after boiling it three times, the tea was still bitter, and finally gave up and smiled lightly.

"The heart is bitter, and the tea that comes out is naturally not sweet. Boiling tea can best reflect a person's heart. ”

Xiao Xia raised the tea bowl and took a sip.

"Bitterness is also a taste, we don't have to avoid it, just treat it as a different experience."

When Xiao Xia said this, Mr. Xia finally smiled a little.