In two days it will be the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

According to the custom in the village, the housewives have to sweep the house inside and out before the year, these days taking advantage of the good weather, Ning Xiang dismantled the quilt at home, and took Liang Bozhao's clothes out of the cabinet, planning to pick a few things that should be washed, and the sheets were taken to the bottom of the river to be washed.

Liang Bozhao's wardrobe is taken care of by her on weekdays, and his clothes are also clear, such as today's cold, Ning Xiang picks up all thick clothes for men every day, and the bottom of the box is a few summer shirts, which have never been touched.

Ning Xiang just wanted to close the cabinet, but suddenly remembered that those summer shirts had not seen the sun for a long time, for fear of getting damp, and the weather was good today, so she planned to hang those summer shirts in the yard so that she could see the sun.

She took out the clothes that were resting at the bottom of the box one by one, and suddenly, Ning Xiang saw a handkerchief at the bottom of the box, the color was very plain, and it was bulging inside, and it looked like it had been some years.

Ning Xiang had a burst of doubts in her heart, this handkerchief was a woman's thing at a glance, how could Liang Bozhao have such a handkerchief in his clothes?

Ning Xiang's heart suddenly tightened, in her previous life, she had never cleaned up the wardrobe for a man, and she had never seen this veil, but now that she saw it, her heart couldn't help but thump, and she involuntarily took out the handkerchief and opened it.

Inside is a silver hairpin.

Ning Xiang took the silver hairpin in his hand, saw that the style of the silver hairpin was simple, even the silver was not the best pure silver, maybe the days were too long, the hairpin was blackened all over, at a glance, it seemed to be owned by a poor woman, but where the family background was slightly better, even Ning Xiang would not use this kind of hairpin before leaving the cabinet.

All day long, Ning Xiang was absent-minded, always thinking of the silver hairpin, and didn't even have the heart to do housework, so it was easy to get to the evening, and Liang Bozhao came back from chopping wood.

As soon as the man put Chai He down, he turned around and saw the little lady leaning against the door, looking at him expectantly.

Seeing that she didn't come over as usual, Liang Bozhao was a little surprised, so he only stepped forward and took her back to the house, smiling; "What's wrong with today, so obedient?"

Ning Xiang looked at him, but her heart was sour, in her previous life, she had never heard Liang Bozhao talk about her past, and she was indifferent to his past. But now, she cares about him so much, when she thinks that the silver hairpin may be a gift from his previous friend, her nose is sour, and she thinks that the hairpin is wrapped in a handkerchief by him, and she can't help but be even more sad.

Seeing that the little lady's eyes were full of water, and she wanted to cry, Liang Bozhao's eyebrows tightened, held her little face in the palm of her hand, and said in a low voice; "What's wrong?"

Ning Xiang didn't cry, but took out the hairpin from her arms and handed it to her husband.

"I'll pack your clothes for you today, and I've seen this hairpin." Ning Xiang's voice was very soft, and he quietly looked at her husband's expression, and saw that as soon as he saw the hairpin, his face changed, and there was an undercurrent in his dark eyes, but in just an instant, his face returned to normal.

But the momentary loss of consciousness was still seen clearly by Ning Xiang.

Seeing his little lady looking at herself pitifully, obviously a little tasteful, Liang Bozhao was helpless, looking at the hairpin, the memories that had been sealed for many years were re-attacked, which only made his heart bitter, and even his voice was indifferent; "This is an old friend's thing, don't move if you have nothing to do."