At this time, just like that day, Huo Sijin was the only one in the room. She looked at the Huanghuali box on the kang table and looked at it for a long time.

There is no lock on the box, and it can be opened with a single lift.

The box is carved with magpie branches, and the carving is fine, but at a glance it is newly carved, and even this box is brand new, without the roundness left by the years.

The box had been in Huo Sijin's storeroom for almost a year, but she still seemed to be able to smell the woody scent of the new box.

That day it was the first time she had seen the pattern on it, but then Cuiwi whispered to her that there had been one like this box for the magpie to climb the branch before, but it was smaller than this one, and it could be held in one hand.

Cui Wei said that on the day they left the nunnery, there was a knock on the door outside the nunnery, and she was going to answer the door, but Mama Yan rushed over first.

There was an old man outside the door, and when Mama Yan saw the old man, she sent Cui Wei, who was still standing by the door, into the house to pack up the cage.

Cui Wei thought it was very strange, Yan Mama once said that she only brought a few clothes with her, and she didn't need to bring all the items she used before, there was no cage at all, only a few baggage.

Cui Wei walked up to the corridor and turned back, she wanted to ask Mama Yan if she still wanted to bring the cage, but she happened to bump into Mama Yan who was walking with her head down, and the things in Mama Yan's hand fell to the ground.

Cui Wei could see clearly that it was a small carved box, and the wood and pattern of the box were exactly the same as this one, the only difference was that it was a large and small one.

Mama Yan's face changed greatly, she glared at Cui Wei fiercely, took the box and folded it back, Cui Wei saw her open the door of the nunnery, said a few words to the old man outside the door, and came back empty-handed, obviously handing the box back to the old man.

Looking at the box in front of him, Huo Roufeng couldn't think of what was in the small box sent by the old man that day.

She also didn't understand why Mama Yan later returned the box to the old man.

She tentatively asked Mama Yan if anyone had come on the day she left the nunnery, and Mama Yan said that someone had indeed come, and it was the monks of Wanhua Temple who came and asked them if they needed help.

She has been by Mama Yan's side for a few years, and she knows Mama Yan's temper, since she says so, she is not ready to tell her.

All of this is like the origin of Mama Yan, she has no way of knowing.

In the past, she always thought that Mama Yan was sent by her family, but it was not until she returned to the capital and lived in the mansion that she gradually understood that in this mansion, she was just a forgotten person, whether it was Mrs. Feng or her father, they would not send a special Mama to Wuxi to accompany her.

She asked Mama Yan what was going on, and Mama Yan said coldly: "There are some things you don't have to know, it is your duty to serve you as an old slave, and your part is to be your official lady, and marry into a high gate in the future, as for the rest, you don't have to think about it, and you don't need to ask more." ”

Thinking of this, Huo Roufeng sighed softly and slowly opened the Huanghuali box in front of him.

In the box, ten square handkerchiefs and ten purses are neatly stacked.

When she saw these things for the first time that day, her heart was pounding with nervousness, this was given to her by Sicheng, the young man who was like Han Xiangzi.

Those long-lost memories are coming like a tide, it is not a dream, that cloudy afternoon, the young man who walked out of the bamboo forest, all are real.

She has been following Mama Yan for a few years to learn female popularity, and when she saw these handkerchiefs and purses, she knew that they were good things.

She endured it for a long time, and still took a handkerchief and a purse out, but the first time she used it, she was recognized by her aunt Huo Yuan.

Later, she asked Jia Liang to lead her to the embroidery workshop, and she took a handkerchief to the people in the embroidery workshop to identify, only then did she know that such a handkerchief and purse would be sold for twenty taels of silver, and it had only been sold when it had just opened, and now she had to make seven or eight sets of clothes in the embroidery workshop to send a set of handkerchiefs and purses.

And she had ten sets of these handkerchiefs and purses.

She was taken aback, only then did she know that the embroidery workshop was actually very famous in Jiangnan, and the ladies in Jiangnan were proud to make clothes in the embroidery workshop, and although she grew up in Jiangnan, she lived in the nunnery since she was a child, and she had never heard of the name of the embroidery workshop. If she had known about it earlier, she wouldn't have used it.

She put the handkerchief and handkerchief back in the box, which were inconspicuous little things, but she did not want to arouse suspicion.

As Mama Yan said, her reputation must not be flawed.

And these, after all, were given by men.

Sicheng? Or Sicheng?

Huo Si held her chin carefully, and her slender fingers gently swiped over the exquisite handkerchief, yes, in fact, she didn't know if the young man's name was Sicheng, or Sicheng, or Sicheng, or Sicheng?

But she didn't know why, from the first time she heard him say his name in person, she stubbornly thought that his name was Sicheng.

He once asked her, "Do our names look alike?"

That's why she thinks that his name is Sicheng, not Sicheng.

She never saw him again......

Once, her imaginary brother Huo Yan was Sicheng's appearance, but ......

It has been less than a year since she returned to the capital, and in just a few months, a lot of things have happened, and she has long been dead to everyone in this family.

Grandmother and aunt had long torn their faces with her, and now they are only barely maintaining a false relationship in front of outsiders; Her father, on the other hand, was like a guest in the house, and he didn't even say a few words to her at other times, except for the money he paid to her every month. As for the elder brother, Huo Sijin smiled coldly.

Huo Yan is a few years older than her, when she was born, Huo Yan should have remembered, even if her mother lived in Zhuangzi for many years because of poor health, the young Huo Yan would often meet her mother, Mrs. Huo was born in a family in Anhui, it is said that it was the old lady Huo who asked for a family affair with great difficulty, although Mrs. Huo's mother's family is thin, no one is an official in the court, but it also makes Huo Jiang famous among scholars.

Therefore, even if Mrs. Huo is seriously ill, the Huo family will not be harsh on her, let alone let Huo Yan reunite with her mother.

But Huo Sijin clearly saw disgust in Huo Yan's eyes.

This is disgust, not the same as the father's indifference.

If Huo Yan died early because of her birth, it shouldn't be a look of disgust, after all, she is his only sister, the sister of a fellow mother.

So...... Huo Yan, who had already remembered it back then, didn't remember that Mrs. Huo gave birth to this sister.