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After returning to the master bedroom on the second floor, Tang Xiaowan yawned and changed into her pajamas, and went to bed without washing up, because she was too sleepy.

Immediately, the door was gently opened, and it was Tang Mei holding a small wooden box.

With a bit of a smile in her deep eyes, she looked at Tang Xiaowan firmly: "Well, it seems that the effect of this incense is not bad, much better than the pills!"

"Fortunately, I'm wearing suspenders, so grandma won't have to take them off for you."

"Tangtang, have a good dream."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Mei gently inserted a silver needle into Tang Xiaowan's back, followed by the second one, the third one... and finally the head.

Just like that, something magical happened.

Tang Xiaowan seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be talking to someone.

She laughed for a while and cried for a while.

"Mom, mom? Where are you, mom? Has mom started looking for Tangtang?"

"Hide well, grandma has already started."

"No, no, it has to be mom, or else I'm not allowed to leave, Tangtang won't let me go."

"Okay, hide away, mom is coming."

A series of familiar and unfamiliar pictures flashed through Tang Xiaowan's mind quickly, filling in the gaps in her memory.

They are like jigsaw puzzles, regular and exactly where they should be placed.

From the age of five, Tang Xiaowan was driven by Tang Mei to run at a high speed, crossing all kinds of obstacles, and with the company of Leng Lingxiao, she gradually accepted the fact that she didn't have a mother, bit by bit, one by one.

She remembered going to Chicheng with Leng Lingxiao and carefully designed the Lingxiao Manor.

Think of their happy past.

Immediately afterwards, she remembered that because of a strange phone call, she sneaked out to meet people, and ended up saving Li Zishen who was surrounded by hooligans by chance.

Thinking of Li Zishen investigating her, following her, asking her out on the pretext of helping her find her mother.

Hospitals, orphanages, railway stations, I went to many places within a year, and took a group photo every time I went, Li Zishen said it was to keep as a souvenir.

She really didn't love Li Zishen, she rejected his confession and threw the jewelry into the lotus pond.

All this, she remembered.

Suddenly, a secret room appeared in the sky.

All the pictures were no longer spliced ​​together, and the time immediately reversed in a swirling manner, starting from when she was dragged by Leng Lingxiao to the Jiang's reception.

The memory flew back like a fly.

Tang Xiaowan suddenly felt a severe headache, and many tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"You lie, I don't believe it."

"No, it's impossible, grandma won't leave me alone, grandma is not dead, grandma, wake up!"

"Get out, give me all out."

"The ear holes are wrong, this is not grandma!"

After mumbling a few words to herself, Tang Xiaowan gradually calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.

……

At the same time, Nanfeng Mansion.

In the study room, a simple desk lamp casts a soft light.

Wang Jinghui was wearing presbyopic glasses and sitting in front of the desk, his hands full of veins shuttled nimbly between the tools, and the sound of metal clashing was intermittent.

He is making a bougainvillea hairpin.

The body of this flower hairpin is made of sterling silver, which has been carefully polished to a smooth and delicate texture.Two lifelike bougainvilleas are carved on one end of the hairpin body, the petals are lively and beautiful.

Wang Jinghui carefully rolled the silver wire around one end of the hairpin, and then gently bent it into a perfect arc with pliers.

Then, he picked up a small hammer and carefully tapped the silver wire so that it could fit tightly on the curve of the hairpin.

This is the use of the flexibility of silver, which can make the structure of the hairpin both strong and beautiful.

Finally, he picked up two pink crystals and carefully set them in the center of the bougainvillea.They seem to be a pair of bright eyes, adding a bit of spirituality to the two bougainvilleas.

At five o'clock in the morning, it was finally finished.

Wang Jinghui put the silver hairpin into a long wooden box, then nodded with satisfaction, his face brimming with happiness.

For a whole day and night, he was immersed in the process of making this silver hairpin.

He wanted to give Tang Mei a small surprise.

"Dad, where are you going?"

Wang Jinghui was at the corner of the first floor when he was stopped by Wang Junchen who followed closely.

He turned around quickly, looked at his son with blazing eyes, and then replied unabashedly: "Go to your Aunt Tang."

"Are you really going to marry her?" Wang Junchen glanced at the wooden box in his father's hand.

"Yes."

"Ah Hua likes that child Xiao Wan very much."

"Didn't I already say it the night before yesterday, I have no right to make decisions about this matter, you have to come to the door in person to consult Tang Mei's opinion, she is Xiaowan's grandmother, this is also respect for the elders."

"I have nothing to say to her, I'd better have Father Lao pass it on for me."

"No, that's too rude."

"I can't see that you are quite protective of her. I don't know... When my mother was alive, did you ever think about things so carefully?"

"Son, I know you hate me, but I happened to have something to do in those two days. I went to another place. I didn't expect you to give birth prematurely, let alone your mother... As for what the nanny said, it's just nonsense."

"Really? I don't think so."

As Wang Junchen said so, he took out a slightly yellow work card from his trouser pocket.

"The nanny said that it was this woman who killed my mother. She injected a transparent liquid into the infusion bottle, and after a short time, my mother died of heavy bleeding."

Wang Jinghui lowered his eyes after listening.

Pausing for a few seconds, he looked up at the work card handed over by his son, and suddenly frowned.