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"Nonsense," the old nanny blamed with a smile, "The old lady with the golden hairpin has been hiding for many years, when did you meet?"

Yuan Ye took a closer look and said, "It's not that I've seen this one, but I've seen one similar to this one. I asked the goldsmith specifically before, and they said that it was made into a swallow, or a flying swallow, or a swallow. It’s willows in title, or warbler swallows returning to their nests... But this is rare, it’s a combination of swallows and peony.”

"Flowers, birds, and birds, aren't they all the same? They are all the same, so how can it be so strange?"

"It's really different, but I can't tell where it's different. By the way, didn't something happen to Wang Dudu at the beginning of spring? I found a gold hairpin on him. Although it is not as delicate as this one, it is still The pattern on the top looks like [-] to [-]%, especially this golden swallow, which is also a peony with a swallow's title..."

With a "snap", the thread of the beads in Old Madam Yuan's hand broke, and the beads rolled all over the ground. Her hands were empty, as if she hadn't reacted.

It is a big taboo for the Buddha beads to break without any reason. The old mother hurriedly put her hands together: "Amitabha, Amitabha, young master, don't talk about killing here, the Buddha will blame you!"

This accident caught Yuan Ye's attention. He noticed that old lady Yuan's eyes fluctuated a little, and his mouth began to mutter: "Retribution... Retribution..."

He called out aloud: "Grandma?"

Mrs. Yuan kowtowed to the Buddha statue solemnly, then stood up and said to Yuan Ye, "Go back and tell your father, I will attend on that day."

After speaking, he claimed that he was tired and wanted to rest, and invited Yuan Ye out of Songquan Hall with a few words.

Xiaojing outside the hall came up to meet him, saw Yuan Ye bowed his head in thought, and asked, "Master, is the old lady not willing?"

"Yes, yes..." Yuan Ye held the gold hairpin in his hand, with question marks written between his brows.Originally, he had put this matter aside, but unexpectedly, he came to Songquan Hall today, and turned up the waves again. It can be seen that there are some things that cannot be done with closed eyes and ears, and must be investigated clearly.

He had a premonition in his heart that this golden hairpin must be inextricably linked with his family.

The first time this gold hairpin appeared, it was a bloody disaster, but this time it will appear again, I don't know. . …Shaking his head, Yuan Ye walked towards his home.

A sudden gust of wind blew by the trees on the mansion wall, making it chilly.Yuan Ye glanced back, blinked, and looked again.

"Xiaojing, did you see anyone just now?"

Xiaojing also looked in Yuan Ye's direction: "No, at this point, it seems that it is almost time for the patrolling soldiers to change shifts, maybe they are."

Just now, Yuan Ye only had a vague feeling that someone was walking by the wall, but because of the wind, he didn't know whether it was the shadow of the tree or he was lost. Hearing what Xiao Jing said, he didn't think much about it.

Everything was weird tonight, Yuan Ye put the gold hairpin away in his arms, and hurried back.

The other side of the wall is the side courtyard of the Juntong Mansion, where the jungle was previously held. Old Yang bought a few taels of erqu wine with the newly obtained reward money, drank until his nose was red, hummed the tune of flower drums, and smoked a cigarette to return to the village. In his own small firewood house.

He sat down on the small square stool with his buttocks, and took another sip on his mouth. He calculated his age and found that he was over sixty.

I really don't know if the incense burns less, or if the ancestors didn't accumulate virtue, it's all fate.

He mourned for a while, ready to rest, when he heard footsteps outside, followed by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" It's the middle of the night, could it be that the master has some orders that can't be fulfilled?

There was no answer outside the door, and Old Yang called out a few more words, but there was only the sound of wind and knocking on the door in a steady manner.

Really, the current servants are more ignorant than the next, and they can't even call and answer.Lao Yang, wearing a small coat on his head, walked to the door and pulled down the latch: "Here, come, what's the matter, it's late at night?"

As soon as the door opened, a gust of dark wind blew in first, and Lao Yang shivered coldly. He looked up and saw a boy in a black cloak in front of him.

"You are…?"

The young man took off the hat of the black cloak, completely exposed his face in front of Old Yang, and spoke without warmth: "Uncle Yang, do you still remember me?"

These words have a lot of background, Lao Yang squinted his eyes when he heard it, looked carefully for a while, first moved closer and then backed away, thinking of digging out the information of this person from his memory: "Hiss, who are you?" ... You, you are not from the house, are you? How did you get in?"

Seeing that Old Yang couldn't think much, the man sighed a little disappointed, and spoke again.

"Uncle Yang, do you remember to bring back the sugar rice cake I asked for?"

It was a very nonsensical sentence, but Lao Yangtou's memory was like a pebble sinking into the sea, caught by this sentence, hoisted up with a whoosh, and surfaced out of the water.

Many years ago, there was also such a person who pulled his sleeves, acted like a baby with him, and asked for sugar rice cakes.

He suddenly remembered a familiar figure, a person he thought he would never see again in this life.His eyes suddenly enlarged, and he nodded with trembling fingers: "You...you can't be..."

"It seems that you have remembered."

The man smiled, and raised his right hand under Old Yang's unbelievable eyes, holding a golden hairpin in his palm, and before Old Yang could react, he plunged into his heart.

"Hmm!" Lao Yang groaned for a while, clutching the wounded place and backed away again and again, blood spurted out, staining his white gown after washing.

Everything happened so fast that he couldn't react. The man was still standing at the door without taking a step in, just looking at him so coldly.

There was blood mist in front of his eyes, flickering on and off, and gradually he could not see people clearly. Old Yang supported the table with one hand, slid slowly, and finally fell to the ground.Old Yang saw that the man's mouth moved slightly, as if he had said two words.

Newspaper.

should.

After that, he turned and left slowly.

Struggling with the last bit of strength, Old Yang moved his body and approached a small cabinet next to the bed. With a trembling hand, he fumbled desperately. After a long time, he took out a small object, which he held tightly in his arms. Li, muttering in his mouth.

It was as if someone had cut off the trachea, and all the strength was leaking out, with less air coming in and more air out, opening its mouth wide like a fish deprived of oxygen, in vain.

Coughing out a mouthful of blood, Lao Yang tilted his head and died.