This morning, I knew what my father wanted to say to me last, the letter that seemed to me to take a long time to read, Zheng Zhuzhu read it in less than an hour of tea, her voice was gentle and demure as if it had melted into water, but every sentence was like an embroidery pierced by a needle and a thread, and every embroidery was pierced in my heart.

On the last few pages, I read it earlier. And what I didn't read later was what my father really wanted to say to me.

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Fei'er, I'm sorry, Yan claims to be upright in this life, and he is good at losing to anyone, but he is the only one who can't face his wife and daughter, how can he be embarrassed.

Fate plays tricks, even if the past is over, why bother with it? It's a good thing to start over, but it's too much, too long.

The wrong child will send you the letter, he is a good boy, but he is infused with resentment. Perhaps at a very early age, I should have left all people, crippled this life alone, could not be abandoned, could not be forgotten, could not have both. ruined the lives of two women, and felt guilty all their lives.

Fei'er don't resent her, she is also a hard-working woman, if she hadn't met her father, she would have had a happy life, the beginning of all her tragedies was to meet me, but she regarded this as a lifelong unrepentant thing, guarding a cage and suffering for a lifetime.

And your mother, how did I swear to give her the incomparable happiness of the world, so that she was so convinced, but in the end I betrayed her completely.

And you, all my children, want to keep you happy and peaceful before and after your father's death. But when are you happy? At least in my lifetime, I have never seen your true happiness, and the wrong child is always resentful, and Fei'er has always covered it up, and has not been safe for a day.

For sixteen years, Fei'er searched everywhere for his father's whereabouts, and he didn't stop for a moment, and he was happy and sad for his father. Today is finally an end, a relief. I should have told the false letter earlier, so as to break Fei'er's thoughts, but I still have something to look forward to, hoping that there will be a day when we will meet again.

Fei'er is still a butterfly in the palm of her father's hand, happy and free.

It's just that butterflies are easy to fall, and warm jade is easy to cold.

Retribution, this is the retribution for my abandonment of the Yan clan.

I've been waiting for this day for too long, and when I really started to face it, I was as calm as a mirror, and the days ahead were reflected one by one, many things from before, about myself, about you, about your mother.

We've been apart for too long, and then even longer, and not once in sixteen years have I had the courage to go into the yard and look up at her face, but no matter how many years have passed, she is still the same old as before, engraved in my heart like a mark, and apart from those lost times, I have never really been separated from her, and so has were.

If you can, I hope Fei'er will hide this news from your mother, protect her from brocade weaving, and live a safe life.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Father thought about it, the copper bell shook, and the blood of the Yan clan saved the pass.

I am willing to hold hands with each other and continue my life for half a lifetime.

- Father Yan Chong is writing a lot

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Butterflies are easy to fall, and warm jade is easy to cold.

We are in your world, long gone. I clutched my legs and lost sensation in all ten of my fingers.

Zheng Zhuzhu gently folded the letter, folded it securely beside my pillow, and quietly did not say a word.

I asked her, "What's the name of that poem?" ”

"Huh?"

"The poem in Daddy's letter."

"Su Gong's Jiang Chengzi."

"Jiang Chengzi." I said silently.

"It is a poem written by Su Gong to mourn his deceased wife, and between the lines is full of thoughts and memories of his wife. Zheng Jewel said emotionally.

Dead wife? I sneered: "My mother is still alive, but my father wrote a poem dedicated to his deceased wife in the letter. ”

Zheng Zhu said: "Maybe he just wants to express his thoughts——"

I pulled out a cold smile.

Zheng Zhuzhu's voice was a little stiff, she probably didn't expect my reaction, she picked up the empty medicine bowl and said, "It's time for me to decoct the medicine, you can rest in the house for a while." ”

"Someone's coming." I heard the courtyard bell ring lightly, and the footsteps fluttered like the wind straight through the courtyard and walked towards us, this footstep is also very familiar, it is Song Lingjian's, only she will be so quiet, and she will enter the courtyard directly without asking the door.

Before Song Lingjian arrived, the voice arrived first: "Yan Fei, I have something to tell you." ”

She rarely said the whole sentence to me so seriously, which surprised me a little: "What's the matter?" ”

Zheng Zhu politely avoided suspicion and said, "I'm going to decoct the medicine—"

"Don't shy away from it, you also know what I'm talking about, Miss Zheng." Song Lingjian said lightly.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Zhuzhu said strangely.

"About the woman who sold the gold thread."

Zheng Zhuzhu quickly turned her head to look at me, I couldn't see what expression on her face clearly, I only felt that she seemed to be very afraid, afraid of what Song Lingjian was going to say, and afraid that I knew about it.

I immediately came to my senses and asked, "Jin Niang?" What happened to Jin Niang? Did you find her? ”

Song Lingjian tilted her head slightly, her long hair floated to her side, and it also touched my nervous and cold hand, and she said concisely: "Found it." ”

"Found it?!" I slammed to my feet, feeling like I had a lot of money to settle with this untold person, "Where did she flee?!" ”

"She's not going anywhere." There was almost a smile in Song Lingjian's voice.

But Zheng Jewel's hand holding the medicine bowl was trembling, and I heard the sound of the lid of the medicine bowl slamming, very fine, full of Zheng Jewel's unspeakable fear.

I don't understand, why is Song Lingjian's tone so weird, why is Zheng Zhuzhu so afraid?

I wondered, "Didn't go anywhere?" But we've looked for her many times, and her house has been locked, and no one has called her. ”

"How could the dead hear your call, and if they did, wouldn't it be very interesting?" Song Ling said in a strange tone.

Dead person?

- I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't come back to my senses -

The medicine bowl in Zheng Jewel's hand rang louder.

"Even if I don't tell you about this matter, the yamen will come to you in a few days to ask about it, and sooner or later you always have to know, and it's better to be prepared in advance, so as not to act like a fool." Song Ling's arrow road.

"Y-what did you say? Jin Niang - Jin Niang, she's dead?! "My hair stood on end.

"The case is still under investigation, Shangguan Yan should come soon to ask you about the last time you saw that woman, you are blind at home, it's okay to reminisce and reminisce about nothing, maybe you can help, find the killer, the murderer, the murderer, and the hand."

"How could she die? How did he die? Who would want to kill her? Why kill her? The murderer hasn't been caught yet? She- when did she die? "My teeth chattered, and the ominous dream spell had finally come true!

Song Lingjian sneered: "Interesting." There are many kinds of death, how do you know that she was killed by someone? ”

I breathed a sigh of relief, yes, there are many kinds of death, it can be sudden death, death from illness, suicide...... Why did I intuitively assume that she was killed?

"We couldn't find her anywhere a long time ago, could it be that by then, she was already dead?!" Tears oozed from my eyes, they were tears of fear, Jin Niang really, dead?

"The cause of death is still under investigation, and knowing less about the case is conducive to your side evidence." Song Lingjian's tone was not as flat as it was at the beginning, with a faint suspicion.

"Side evidence?"

"If nothing happens, you'll probably be the last person you'll ever see her."

The last person?

I suddenly remembered something, gritted my teeth and said, "What you wanted to say that day but was interrupted by Han Sanxiao, did you just want to tell me about Jin Niang's death?" ”

Song Lingjian said directly: "Yes." ”

I bit my lip and felt angry, but I habitually didn't dare to take my anger out on Song Lingjian, no matter what, she was also the only one who wanted to tell me the truth, and I really didn't dare - I turned my head and asked Zheng Zhuzhu: "So, you know about this matter?" ”

Zheng Jewel sighed softly.

Jin Niang died, such a big thing, but I didn't know anything, and I was constantly worried and afraid of the bad omen in the dream, no wonder Meng Wu said that something earth-shattering happened outside, but this yard was like waking up from a dream, I was not only blind, but even my ears were deaf!

I stood up trembling and faintly, Zheng Zhuzhu wanted to help, I pushed her away, and said, "No, I want to rest." ”

"Miss Yan—"

"Because you never intended me to see the truth, just like this time, if it wasn't for the last resort, you don't feel the need to tell me - Jin Niang is not an irrelevant person, she has an interest in my embroidery village, even if she really fails me, I don't want her to die."

Song Lingjian sneered: "I see that you are not only blind in your eyes, but also blind in your heart." ”

I was so angry that my head swelled and I clumsily collapsed on the bed with a quilt over my face to express my anger.

Originally, when Jin Niang died, my first reaction should have been to be afraid, because that dream really fulfilled its curse again, because she was also a good friend of mine, because before her death, our business dealings were abnormal again. Since the yamen is involved, then her death is not a normal death-

But Song Lingjian's attitude did make me very angry, so I first isolated myself with anger, and after thinking about this incident in the room for a while, I felt a deep horror-

The Golden Lady is dead – what does that mean?

First she gave me the fake gold thread, and then the person disappeared and couldn't be found, and then she was found dead—

So, when Xia Xia went to look for her many times, was she already dead-

How did she die? Who killed it?

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, I shouldn't have been so angry just now, I should have calmed down and asked her about her death more clearly-

I thought dizzy, scared, and couldn't help but think about it, to trace the last time I saw Jin Niang-

The last time I saw her was before that dream—before my nightmare about her.

The first day of junior high school –

Yes, that day was the first day of the new year, because I didn't want to go to Jin Niang that day, but on the first day of the new year, I would go to Guanyin Hall to donate sesame oil, so I went to Jin Niang by the way.