Yang Fei lay on the bed and lay down for a while before falling asleep, and was frightened several times today, and his sleep became unable to sleep deeply, and he was in a state of half-awake and half-asleep.

I slept in a daze, and I didn't know how long I slept. I came to a room in an ancient building, and the room layout probably looked a little detailed, like a rich woman's boudoir. The dark moonlight outside the window, shining into the room through the window paper, could not see everything in the room in detail, only to see a bed, next to the bed by the window there was a dressing table, in front of which sat a slender woman. The woman's hair was shawl, Yang Fei stood on the side of the woman, blocked by the hair, and could not see the woman's face, the woman was wearing white pajamas, sitting in front of the makeup and crying in a low voice. There seems to be something in the cry, and I can't hear it clearly if I want to hear it.

There was a small box on the dressing table, and the woman slowly reached out and gently opened the box, taking out a handful of golden hairpins from the box. Gently touching, as if touching the face of a beloved. The woman touched the golden hairpin, and her sad cry gradually became louder, and from time to time she read a few lines of poetry that she couldn't hear clearly, and the poems she read were mixed with a sense of sadness that sounded desperate.

After a while, when the sadness felt extreme, the golden hairpin in the woman's hand changed from touching to clenching in her hand, and the pointed head of the golden hairpin was facing herself. The hand holding the golden hairpin was slowly raised, Yang Fei had a bad premonition, the woman seemed to be about to do something, Yang Fei wanted to run over to stop it, but he couldn't feel his body. Watching as the woman held the golden hairpin and stabbed it hard into the heart of her left chest.

The red blood rushed out, and the white pajamas instantly stained a large area red. The blood also stained the woman's hand red along the golden hairpin, and the blood kept dripping down the golden hairpin's hand.

When Yang Fei saw this scene, he was so frightened that his breathing became short, the woman's body slowly fell back, and then turned her head, her eyes looked at Yang Fei, Yang Fei wanted to see it, but her eyes couldn't move away, she looked at each other, and there was a sense of extreme fear in her heart. I saw a happy smile on the woman's half-covered face, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Yang Fei suddenly opened his eyes, sat up quickly, breathing rapidly, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

The room was dark, I touched the mobile phone next to the bed, took it and pressed the button, and looked at the current time: it was only 0:13 in the middle of the night.

Sitting on the bed and easing his breath a few times, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and the things in the room were vaguely visible, so he looked around the room. Suddenly, in the dark corner of the room, I saw another pair of eyes, which had been staring at me.

Yang Fei was so frightened that he hurriedly touched the switch of the bedside lamp, when looking for the switch of the lamp, he felt that there was a gust of wind blowing lightly behind him, and the skin on his body suddenly shrank, and he grew a pimple. Looking at the corner of the eyes just now, there was nothing at this time, and it was blank.

Yang Fei saw that everything around him had returned to normal, and his nervous mood slowly relaxed, and he sighed. I was frightened during the day and frightened at night, and today it seems that I have something unclean.

I saw a woman committing suicide in a dream just now, and I felt so terrible, there seemed to be something in the dream, a sense of déjà vu. Yang Fei thought about it, the golden hairpin that woman used to commit suicide was very similar to the golden hairpin she got back today. The moment the woman fell, she looked into her own eyes, which were very similar to the eyes she saw today. And the blood that flowed from the woman's hands when she committed suicide, drop by drop, is the same as what you see today.

I don't know if I was frightened when I saw these during the day today, and I dreamed at night; Or is the blood and eyes seen today related to the golden hairpin she brought back, the golden hairpin that woman used to commit suicide, could it be the golden hairpin she brought back?

I sat on the bed with the light on for a long time, and I thought a lot in my head, trying to sort out my thoughts, but I was just guessing, and there was no basis for confirmation. After meditating for a long time, my mind stopped thinking nonsense, and my thoughts slowly calmed down. I was no longer sleepy, and I was curious, so I wanted to take a closer look at the golden hairpin I brought back, and then take a good look to see if I could find something.

After getting out of bed, he walked out of the door of the room, and just about to open the door of the room, he heard the sound of crying from downstairs, and then heard the poems recited in the mouth of the woman in the dream just now, this will not be in the dream, and the environment is relatively quiet at night, and the poems accompanied by the crying can barely be heard clearly, listen carefully, the voice is the same as the voice of the woman in the dream, at first the woman read more calmly:

"Sixteen years, you have been together, two hearts and joy;

Embarking on a journey, guarding Nanjing, Emperor Jianwen waved down;

When parting, the gentleman gave each other, and the golden hairpin was an appointment;

Between the doors, Jun Yunruo, return to the feather crown.

Luo and drums, safflower sedan chairs, bamboo horses welcome green plums;

Looking forward to the king's return, day by day, the towel comes to Nanjing to break;

The emperor went, the king was gone, and he did not see his family return;

Father and mother, relatives and friends, persuade each other to choose another habitat. ”

At this point, the woman's voice was extremely sad, and then she said again with a little disgust:

"The matchmaker persuaded, the father and mother coerced, but they had no choice but to obey;

Wait for a while, it is a day, and it will be the eve of marriage;

During the third watch, in front of the dressing table, my heart cried until the moonlight;

There was a sense of despair in the woman's sad cry, and then when she was about to read it again, it was resolute, as if she had decided what to do again.

"Look at the golden hairpin, if you are like a king, go straight to the hairpin and the heart.

Blood stained red, golden hairpin hands, vision gradually blinded;

The tone softened a little more, as if it had been granted.

Since then, the matter has been resolved, and the golden hairpin is the king;

hairpin on the heart, often accompanied, green plum and bamboo horse;

The king accompanies the concubine, the concubine follows the king, and then continues the heart. ”

When I read the last two sentences, there was a sense of happiness in my tone.

Yang Fei listened to the woman's reading, but he didn't know what it meant. I just read what Emperor Jianwen, it seems that more than 600 years ago in history, there was an Emperor Jianwen, who lived in the city of Nanjing, which was broken by King Yan's army, and Emperor Jianwen and the defenders fled without a trace. The golden hairpin is also 600 years old, and it seems to have something to do with this crying woman.

Hearing the sound of a woman crying downstairs, Yang Fei wanted to go out and see what was going on, but he was scared many times today, and he was very scared in his heart, and he never dared to open the door of the room in front of him.

After a while, it felt quiet, and there was no crying from a woman, so Yang Fei took a deep breath, strengthened his courage, closed his eyes, and opened the door of the room.

His eyes were closed, and he imagined in his mind: downstairs should be the woman I saw in the dream just now, dressed in white clothes stained red with blood, with her hair shawl, holding a golden hairpin in her hand, and the scene of blood dripping water.

The door opened, but Yang Fei's eyes never dared to open them, for fear of meeting the woman's eyes again at the moment before she died.