"Do you like it?" Lei Fang looked like a treasure, and I seemed to see a tail wagging desperately behind her.

"Well, I like it!" I smiled and clutched the booklet tightly: "Thank you, Sister Fang." ”

Lei Fang said diligently: "It's good if you like it, anyway, no one in our family learns spells, you can hold it useful, it's better than me to occupy a place for nothing." ”

I held the booklet and sent Lei Fang away, feeling slightly dizzy.

Probably it was too hot.

Lei Fang said he wanted to come to me for dinner, but he didn't come. Her girl, Jujube, came to me and told me that she was suffering from heat stroke and couldn't get up.

I don't find it strange at all. Wearing such thick clothes and basking in the sun, it's no wonder that you don't get heat stroke.

I looked at the picture on the table, and then at the booklet in my hand.

This painting can't be left to her.

But seeing that she was looking forward to it so much, I had to work on the painting, and I felt a little unhappy.

My hand was clasped on the booklet, and I looked at the first page of the book repeatedly.

Those words were delicate and gentle, and my fingertips followed them a few times, and I vaguely felt that I had forgotten something, but I couldn't remember anything.

I seemed to have overlooked something, and there was a strange sense of disobedience, which grew stronger and stronger. I was standing outside a door, but I couldn't open the forgotten door.

It was so stuffy in the room that I pushed the window open, and a hot wind blew in, like a chaotic cloth, wrapping people from head to toe, and I didn't feel cool at all.

I turned my head, and the edge of the paperweight, which had been pressed down by the paperweight, was blown softly. Lei Fang's eyebrows on the painting paper are like Xiao and expressive.

Just now, Lei Fang and Jujube were both very similar.

Elephant......

I opened the booklet again and looked at the sentence written on it.

My back was dripping with sweat, my hands were shaking, and gradually, my whole body was shaking.

I finally knew, finally knew what was wrong.

The word on top, the word on top......

I grabbed the pen on the table and quickly wrote down a sentence on the paper.

Same sentence as in the book.

When the fake is true, the truth is also false.

On the snow-white rice paper, the dripping ink is so vivid, and the words seem to jump out of the paper, opening their mouths to tell me a forgotten and neglected secret!

Then like the handwriting.

No, it's not an elephant, it's the same.

Exactly the same, horizontal, apostrophe, turn...... Exactly the same.

The pen fell between his fingers and landed on the paper with a soft snap, and the clean paper was stained with a splash of black ink.

When the fake is true, the truth is also false.

Which is true and which is false.

I picked up the booklet, compared and checked the lines of the paper with the ink on the paper that had not dried.

That's right, the same.

Although one is old and the silk is yellow, the ink is deep, and the other is still with a strong ink fragrance when he has just written.

Who is this booklet?

Isn't it......

My own?

My mind was a mess, like a lot of noisy voices mingling together, and I couldn't figure it out. It's like there's something dangerous about breaking free from your thoughts, but ......

But I was both eager and afraid.

I was desperately trying to find my past, but suddenly, such a booklet appeared in front of my eyes.

Oh, my God......

My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest, and I felt pain in my temples and my eyes swelled.

It's too hot.

I stumbled to the table, grabbed the teapot and poured myself a cup of tea. The force was too great, and the tea spilled onto the table. I raised my glass and took two sips, and the tea that had been left for a while had a faint sour and astringent taste.

Calm down, be sure to be calm!

I put the teacup down and pinched my palm hard.

Don't panic, don't panic.

I sat back in my chair, took two deep breaths, put the booklet aside, and picked up the box.

The box is ordinary, there are no patterns on it, there is no name, there is nothing.

I looked closely, and there were no clues on the box.

It turned out that the piece of silk that wrapped the book was not very old, at least, it was by no means the same thing as the silk book.

No, wait a minute.

The edge of this silk cloth is not an ordinary neat seam edge, but a water ripple edge pinched out by the seam method.

This side ...... This kind of edging seems to have been popular in the past, the practice of handkerchiefs.

Yes, it is a pale blue satin handkerchief.

Except for the sewing edges, there are no prints or embroideries on the handkerchief. The ruler is square...... This is a man's handkerchief.

I slowly brought the handkerchief to the end of my nose, and there was no smell on it. If there is, it is also the breath of dust left by time.

Leijiazhuang, silk book, handkerchief......

One thing came to my mind almost immediately.

This booklet was found by Lei Fang in her family's old book cabinet, was it left by her relatives and friends? Be...... What does Leijiazhuang have to do with me? Could it be that I used to be a person from Leijiazhuang?

Still is......

Is it an accident that Leijiazhuang has such a booklet? Is there anything else like this booklet in the old book cabinet?

Maybe, maybe there is! Maybe I can find other clues.

Someone outside the window suddenly shouted: "Xiao Sheng?? ”

I woke up from a dream and slowly turned my head away.

Lei Fen stood in the courtyard and beckoned to me: "Come, I'll take you to dinner." ”

I stood up so quickly that the chair was pushed backwards, and the feet of the chair dragged a sharp sound on the ground.

"Let's go, your grandfather and my grandfather are waiting."

I put my handkerchief over the silk book, turned my back and quickly tucked it into my arms.

"Here we go." I said yes.

The tea I had just poured on the table had wet the piece of paper I was writing on and the paper under my head, and the handwriting had been blurred, and the black ink lines on the painting below had slowly spilled out.

I was stunned for a moment, quickly clumped up the two pieces of paper, tore them apart, and threw them into the round clay pen with water on the table.

When I walked out of the house, it felt like I had stepped into a big steamer. The heavens are hot, and the earth is hot, and even the breath seems to burn the nose and throat.

"What are you doing in the house?" She asked softly.

"I just wanted to practice calligraphy, but I suddenly spilled the tea, and the water wet all the paper on which I wrote the words." I lowered my head and muttered quietly.

"It doesn't matter, someone will clean it up when you turn around."

"When I'm at home, my sister always says I'm clumsy." I was depressed.

"Oh," she followed up with me, "Your brother and sister are you?" Where are they now? ”

"At my aunt's house." I reached out and rubbed my stomach: "Sister Fen, I'm so hungry." What to eat at noon? Is there meat? ”

"Yes, there are a lot of delicious things to eat in the mountains...... "Before she could say something, I let go of her hand and stepped into the hall door first.

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Well, someone mentioned earlier that Xiao Sheng speaks like an adult, not like a five-year-old child. I've changed some of the dialogues and scenes in the previous three chapters...

Kiss..