Yucheng Jue

Inside the secret door, it was pitch black.The man-made cave is very narrow, about the space that only allows one person to turn around.

Jiang Chengyao's uncle and nephew relied on their internal strength to barely see in the dark.The two of them didn't go far, and found that there was no way to go. At the end, there was a small space that could accommodate three or four people.The two turned around to check the surrounding walls and ground.

Jiang Chengyao looked back and found a wall lamp on the left wall. It was a copper lamp inlaid on the cave wall. It was in the shape of a simple bowl and contained a cotton wick soaked in tung oil.He studied it for a while and made sure there was nothing abnormal.It seems that this lamp is only used for lighting.

"Second Uncle, do you have Flint?" Jiang Chengyao asked.

Jiang Lianlu took out the flint from his bosom, handed it over, and wondered: "How do you know I have flint?"

"Second uncle has been on the run for two years, and he must have developed the habit of carrying necessities with him." Jiang Chengyao said while lighting the copper lamp.

When he poked at the sore spot, Jiang Lianren let out a long sigh in the illuminated cave.Jiang Chengyao knew that his second uncle could no longer blame his father, after all, the dead are the most important.

This small artificially excavated cave has smooth walls all around. The two explored around, and finally found a stone slab in a corner that made an "empty" sound when it was struck, which meant that the back of the stone slab was empty. .

How to open it?

The two studied for a long time, but had no clue.The wall of this cave has been researched, and no dark spots in the mechanism have been found.How did this stone slab be opened?

Jiang Chengyao sat cross-legged on the ground, frowning in thought.

Yunjie Villa was designed by his father himself and built under the command of the construction.Therefore, every plant, every tree, every brick and every tile in this Yunjie Villa, my father knows all about it.Then this secret door must have been written by my father.According to his father, how would he design this stone slab?

Jiang Chengyao moved his gaze upwards, and his eyes fell on the copper lamp.At this time, there is no way to win, but there is a way. The copper lamp will be ignored because of its lighting, so the father will definitely put the mechanism here.

Jiang Chengyao stood up and carefully observed the copper lamp.

The workmanship of this copper lamp is really rough, and the copper bowl seems to be randomly placed on a stone seat protruding from the stone wall.Jiang Chengyao reached out to try, but couldn't lift the copper bowl.

"Try spinning." Jiang Lianren reminded.

Jiang Chengyao tried as he said, but it didn't work.The copper bowl remained motionless.

Jiang Lianlu also leaned over to take a closer look. This half bowl of tung oil was soaked with a long and thin wick... Why is the wick a little thicker than ordinary wicks?

Jiang Chengyao also noticed this difference, thought for a while, and stretched out his hand to pull out the wick.

Just hearing a "hula", the small stone slab opened in response.Behind the stone slab is a square groove, inside which is a palm-sized black lacquered sandalwood box.

The two walked over, and after confirming that there was no problem, Jiang Lianlu took out the box, opened it, and both of them looked at each other in surprise. The box turned out to be the second half of the brocade handkerchief.

The two left the cave, closed the secret door, went inside, and spread the half brocade handkerchief on the table.

It is still pink silk, with rose red silk thread outline, and black verses, elegant and graceful, it looks like the boudoir of the daughter's family at first glance.

Jiang Chengyao took out the previous half of the brocade handkerchief, and combined the two into one, the poem describing the thoughts of his daughter's boudoir was completed.

"When I was eight years old, I painted my eyebrows quietly, and Emei was already able to draw.

At the age of ten, it is skillfully matched with a hairpin, under the skirt under the hibiscus.

Twelve practice the zither hard, and the silver armor protects the fingers.

Fourteen dancing neon clothes, colorful silk around Liangcheng.

Fifteen accepts six rites, why didn't the king's heart never do it? "

so sad?I feel that the woman who wrote this poem is either unrequited love, or a concubine waiting to be married. It seems that she is not very happy.

Jiang Lianren looked aggrieved, and said resentfully: "Why did your father ask me to give you such a brocade handkerchief? The second half is obviously in his own hands." Seeing that Jiang Chengyao didn't answer, Jiang Lianren asked again. Said: "Is it true that your father has someone outside? This woman is waiting for your father to marry her?"

Jiang Chengyao fell into deep thought.

Father to mother, that is true love, passionate love, true love.In my impression, my father never said harsh words to my mother.Over the years, my mother’s food, clothing, housing, and transportation have been arranged by my father himself. From the details of what tea to rinse my mouth in the morning, what water to soak my feet in the evening, which shop the clothes and jewelry come from, and which craftsman made the rouge and gouache, my father must do everything. attend to personally.The mother is the person who is really enshrined in the palm of the father.

It stands to reason that what a woman pursues in her whole life is a husband who loves and respects her. Even though her mother was the most beautiful woman in the martial arts back then, her mother should be the same as other women, right?

However, Jiang Chengyao felt that his mother was unhappy.

Why do you feel this way?

Since childhood, Jiang Chengyao discovered that his mother's attitude towards his father was different.

To say that the mother does not respect the father?No, my mother treated my father with respect in everything, raised the eyebrows on a case-by-case basis, and consulted my father before handling any matter in the villa's inner courtyard, and treated my father's relatives and friends with courtesy, so that no one could find any mistakes.There is no other word for his father's decisive decision and full support.

Do you want to say that mother loves father more?No, his mother moved to the Buddhist hall to live alone when he was very young. The mother said that she is well versed in Buddhism and would like to devote herself to worshiping the Buddha and praying for her husband and son.But Jiang Chengyao thinks that this is probably because his mother made such a bad move in order to avoid his father.

why?In the eyes of outsiders, this should be a couple who should be deeply in love. Is this the way to get along?

Could it be that father had a woman outside and mother found out about it, that's why he moved to the Buddhist hall?His mother's appearance was weak, but she was actually proud and arrogant. If this was true, then his mother's behavior that had puzzled him for so many years made sense.

But why would father do this?Father obviously loves mother, this strong love cannot be fake.And all these years, Jiang Chengyao didn't find out that his father had an affair with other women.

Thinking about it, when his mother was buried, that pale face suddenly appeared in Jiang Chengyao's tearful eyes...

Mother, the child is unfilial, the child is useless...

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