After returning to the master bedroom on the second floor, Tang Xiaowan yawned and changed into her pajamas. She went straight to bed without washing. She was really sleepy.
Immediately, the door was opened gently, and it was Tang Mei holding a small wooden box.
With a hint of smile in her deep eyes, she looked steadily at Tang Xiaowan: "Well, it seems that the incense is quite effective, much better than pills!"
"Fortunately, you're wearing a suspender belt, so grandma doesn't have to take it off for you."
"Tangtang, have a good dream."
As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Mei gently inserted a silver needle into Tang Xiaowan's back, followed by the second, then the third... and finally the head.
Just like that, something magical happened.
Tang Xiaowan seemed to be mumbling to herself or talking to someone.
Sometimes she laughs and sometimes she cries.
"Mom, Mom? Mom, where are you? Has Mom started looking for Tangtang?"
"Hide well, grandma has already started."
"No, no, it must be mom, otherwise she won't be allowed to leave, and Tangtang won't let her leave."
"Okay, hide, mom is coming."
Familiar yet unfamiliar pictures flashed quickly through Tang Xiaowan's mind, filling in the gaps in her memory.
They are like puzzle pieces, placed regularly and exactly where they should be.
From the age of five, Tang Xiaowan has been under strict supervision by Tang Mei. She is often injured and climbs trees and roofs to avoid special training. With Leng Lingxiao's company, Tang Xiaowan slowly accepted the fact that she had no mother.
Because of a phone call, she slipped out to meet someone and happened to save Li Zishen who was surrounded.
After returning home, Tang Mei punished her for five kilometers.
Li Zishen began to investigate her, followed her, and asked her to meet her on the pretext of helping to find her mother.
I went to many places in a year, including hospitals, orphanages, and train stations. Every time I went, I took a photo. Li Zishen said it was to keep a souvenir.
She really didn't love him, not at all.
She was so full of pretending to be Leng Lingxiao that she wanted to leave Qingcheng with him and live in Chicheng.
Together they designed Lingxiao Manor.
But suddenly, the memory reversed in a vortex in a room, from attending Jiang's cocktail party to Tang Mei's car accident.
This memory was spliced together so quickly!
Tang Xiaowan suddenly felt a severe headache, her limbs were weak, and many tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Grandma, grandma, you are lying!"
"No, it's impossible. This is not my grandma. It can't be grandma. Grandma can't be dead."
"Go away, go away, all of you!"
"The ear holes are wrong, this is Granny Cai."
After muttering a few words to himself, Tang Xiaowan gradually calmed down and fell into deep sleep again.
She slept soundly and sweetly, with a smile on her lips.
…
In the study room of Nanfeng Mansion, a desk lamp casts a soft light.
Wang Jinghui was wearing reading glasses and sitting at his desk. His vein-covered hands flexibly shuttled between tools, and the crisp sound of metal collision echoed in the silent study.
He is making a bougainvillea hairpin.
The body of this flower hairpin is made of sterling silver and has been carefully polished to give it a smooth and delicate texture. Two lifelike bougainvillea flowers are carved on one end of the hairpin, with very flexible petals.
Wang Jinghui carefully rolled the silver metal wire around one end of the hairpin body, and then used pliers to gently bend it into a perfect arc.
Then, he picked up a small hammer and gently tapped the metal wire to make it fit tightly on the curve of the hairpin body.
In this way, the flexibility of the metal can be used to make the structure of the hairpin both strong and beautiful.
Finally, he took out a piece of pink crystal and carefully set it in the center of the bougainvillea. It seems like a bright eye, adding a bit of spirituality to this bougainvillea.
At six o'clock in the morning, Wang Jinghui put the silver hairpin into a wooden box, then nodded with satisfaction, with a proud smile on his face.
For a whole day and night, he was immersed in the process of making this silver hairpin.
He wanted to give Tang Mei a little surprise.
"Dad, where are you going?"
Wang Jinghui was stopped by Wang Junchen at the corner of the first floor.
He quickly turned around, looked at his son with burning eyes, and then said without any concealment: "Go to your Aunt Tang's place."
"Do you really want to marry her?"
"Yes."
"Ahua likes that kid Xiaowan very much."
"Didn't I say it the night before yesterday? I have no right to make the decision on this matter. You have to visit Tang Mei in person to ask for her opinion. She is Xiaowan's grandmother. This is also a sign of respect for the elders."
"She and I have nothing to say, so I'd better let Dad convey it to me."
"No, that's too rude."
"I don't see... you are quite protective of her. I wonder... when my mother was alive, were you ever so cautious when considering asking?"
"Dad has explained it many times. I happened to go out to discuss business those few days. When I came back... you were already born, prematurely. As for what the wet nurse said... it was all nonsense and all lies to you. of."
"Really? I don't think so."
As Wang Junchen said this, he took out a very old work badge from his trouser pocket.
There are photos and names on it.
"The wet nurse said that this woman... was the one who killed my mother. She injected a transparent liquid into my mother's infusion bottle, and not long after... my mother bled to death."
After finishing his words, Wang Jinghui lowered his eyes.
After a few seconds of pause, he glanced at the yellowed work ID card and suddenly frowned.
