Relying on this magical flute, An Lan finally walked out of the interference of the demons, and his consciousness slowly became clear, no longer shouting, and irritable.

He listened to the sound of the flute, and fell asleep peacefully in the sound of the flute, a sweet smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and after falling asleep, he was no longer troubled by nightmares.

It wasn't until An Lan fell asleep for a long time that I dared to stop playing.

After suffering for most of the night, I was exhausted, but I couldn't rest assured, so I didn't dare to fall asleep.

I couldn't sleep at night, staying up minute by minute, and when it was almost dawn, I probed An Lan's forehead with my hand and found that his high fever had magically subsided on its own.

When he woke up at dawn, Anlan was full of vitality and rejuvenated, as if there was no serious illness at all last night.

Originally, I was worried, thinking that as soon as the morning dawned, I immediately took him to a nearby town to seek medical advice, but I didn't expect him to heal on his own, which made me unexpected, I thought, An Lan naturally recovered, and that magic flute should have a great credit.

When An Lan recovered from his illness, I naturally breathed a sigh of relief, and my spirit relaxed a lot, thinking that Jia Qing would come in person soon to help me deal with the funeral of my parents, so I didn't rush out to find relatives, friends and neighbors to help.

Guarding Anlan, staying at home, and having nothing to do, I started to clean the old ash stains at home, so that the whole room was full of vitality and vitality again.

When I cleaned and tidied up the room, I sat quietly at the desk of the past, watching the dappled sunlight outside the window, little by little, spilling into the room through the window lattice, listening to the breeze whispering in my ears, listening to the swallows whispering between the beams, for a moment, I seemed to go back to more than ten years ago.

On that sunny spring day, when I was in elementary school, I sat in the courtyard with my mother, squinting at the roses and wisteria flowers in full bloom in the garden.

When the flowers are blooming, my mother would always pick a few budding flowers for me from the flower tree in the corner, carefully weave my hair braids, and put them in my hair.

When my mother combed my hair and put flowers on it, I would always sneak back to my room in ecstasy, look at myself in the mirror, look at the cute little girl in the mirror, and smirk secretly.

At that time, the wind was fragrant, the time was slow, and the days were sweet.

After many years, I returned to my hometown again, sat at the old desk, looked in the mirror, the little girl in the mirror had grown up, and the mother she was deeply attached to had quietly left, leaving only an empty old house and countless fragrant memories.

I still remember that my mother always sighed to me in the most beautiful time and said, Yun'er, the luckiest thing in my mother's life is to have your baby daughter, if it weren't for you, my life would have been very bad, it was you who made me see happiness and the future.

However, I never understood why my mother was able to abandon me after saying these words to me, and why she wanted to hang herself by hanging herself.

I think mothers, who have always been strong, should not be so fragile and helpless.

I was the treasure in the palm of her hand, the beacon of hope in her heart, and my love for my mother has never changed a trace of pride, so the person who killed my mother will never be me.

My mother's accidental suicide was ostensibly because my father abandoned her, but in fact, I always felt that there was something else suspicious.

With this doubt, I couldn't help but search for the place where my mother used to keep her precious things.

In the drawers of the old dresser, in the simple wooden dowry box that my mother had brought from her mother's house, and in the box under the bed, I searched for everything under the pillows, but I still found nothing.

Just as I was looking for it and was about to give up, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind that one of my mother's favorite little tin boxes for jewelry was gone, and that little tin box always contained necklaces, earrings, and bracelets that made my eyes covet.

Every time I saw my mother take it out and try it on, I was always salivating and longing, and I dreamed of having a beautiful ornament like my mother.

It's a pity that my small arms are thin, and my mother looked at my eyes, so she put the sterling silver bracelet on my arm and teased me.

Seeing this, my mother smiled and said to me, "Yun'er, when you grow up, these beautiful things are all yours, and you can wear whatever you want."

However, when I entered the school, which was strictly controlled and did not allow me to wear jewelry, I gradually forgot about my mother's old antiques.

When my mother died, I was so sad that I was crying and I didn't have time to think about anything.

Now, when I calmed down, I suddenly realized that my mother's small box full of jewelry was gone.

As far back as I can remember, I didn't seem to see the small jewelry box when my mother was buried, so it should still be stored somewhere in the room.

Thinking of this, I picked up my energy again and searched carefully, and suddenly, my eyes fell on a painting on the wall.

I approached the painting and looked at it carefully, the woman in the portrait was a lady in ancient costume who was admiring flowers in the garden, and the lady was painted with flying skirts and fluttering fairies.

When I looked closely at the woman in the painting, I was shocked to find that the woman was holding a flute in her right hand, which looked very similar to the one given to me by the female ghost.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on?" I couldn't help but exclaim, from yesterday to today, I had encountered so many strange things that I couldn't explain for a while, and I couldn't help but exclaim.

Out of curiosity, I approached the portrait to take a closer look, but because the scroll was full of dust, I had no choice but to take it off and prepare to gently pat it with a towel to remove the floating dust on it.

Just as I was removing the painting, a small cabinet door flashed out from behind the exposed wall, and I realized that there was a mechanism hidden behind the scroll.

Surprised and delighted, I hurriedly put down the ancient painting and opened the cabinet door, and when the small wooden cabinet door opened, I saw my mother's dressing box that I had been searching for a long time and was eager to find.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it, it seems that I still have a relationship with this box of jewelry.

I carefully took the box of jewelry out of the cabinet and placed it in a bright place by the window to examine it carefully, and found that the contents were still intact.

My mother's family is a landlord family, so when I got married, I naturally brought something valuable.

In a box of jewelry, there are not only jade bracelets, but also agate pendants, and skein silver bracelets.

Mother was in a hurry, so she didn't take any of these things with her.

I carefully rubbed and played with these precious old objects, my mind was full of warm memories of the past, I picked up these jewelry one by one, carefully examined them, and after taking a few pieces, I was surprised to find that there was a thin letter lying at the bottom of the jewelry box.

How could there be anything like an epistle in this? I reached out and pulled out the yellowed piece of paper, and at a glance I recognized that the handwriting on the paper was written by my mother's own hand.

"Yun'er, my mother has taken a step first, my mother left you ruthlessly, maybe you will resent me and hate me, but my mother really loves you and loves you, for you, I am willing to do anything, as long as you can live well, everything I do is worth it, those jewelry brought from my mother's house will be left to you, my good daughter, you must live well and happily."

Love your mom forever

*year*month*day

After reading the letter, I noticed that the time on the payment was on the eve of my mother's suicide, and it seemed that my mother had written the letter by hand before finding a short view, but what strange things happened at that time? I couldn't figure it out.

This seemingly suicide note-like thing did not mention why her mother died, she only said that all her efforts were worth it, but her mother was obviously paying a life, how precious life is, she should be able to understand.

What made my mother choose to give her life for me? Originally, I thought that my mother's death was just caused by my father's affair, but now that I read this suicide note, I feel that the cause of my mother's death is far more than that.

What is the secret behind this mystery? I'd love to know, but who can answer for me.

I was afraid that the old paper would be ruined because I had not kept it well, so I was relieved to carefully put it back in the box and restore everything to its original state.

Now, I want to see Qiao Yu more than ever, if Qiao Yu is here, the mystery of my mother's accidental suicide by hanging herself will definitely be investigated, but unfortunately I can't wait for Qiao Yu to come back.

Waiting left and right, waiting can only be Jia Qing, a person who has a lot of prejudice in my heart.

At noon, he came from the provincial capital in the dust, bringing medicine for An Lan, and a lot of snacks and daily necessities for me, I can't help but say that Jia Qing is an orderly and reasonable person, in such a short period of time, he has prepared things so fully and completely, I have to be impressed.

When Jia Qing drove to our small mountain village, there was a sensation, and the people in the village seemed to have just learned that I had returned to my hometown last night, and all of a sudden, men and women, old and young, gathered at our doorstep, chatting and watching the excitement.

"Yo, this handsome young man must be Ling Yun's boyfriend in the provincial capital." Everyone looked at Jia Qing who was in the wind of Yushu, and couldn't help but praise and guess curiously.

I hurriedly stopped, "No, no, we're colleagues." But as I explained, no one seemed to believe what I said.