Dimiao

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Yin Ziyu poured two cups of tea, pushed her a cup, lowered his head and sniffed lightly, with a smile on his lips.

The door knocked three times, and a man wearing glasses entered the room.

At first glance, the man's brows and eyes seemed to be misty, but when he lowered his head slightly to avoid the curtain and raised his head again, his face suddenly became clear, and he smiled and greeted them.

"This must be the girl from the Yin family, right?" He looked at Yin Ziyu with a smile on his face, "You are very similar to your father, who lived here for three months."

"Please tell me your name, sir." Yin Ziyu said.

"Tian Jia, I'm not the store manager, at most I'm an account manager. The store manager will come later." Tian Jia said softly, "Who is this?"

Lu Dimiao realized that his gaze had shifted to her, and hurriedly said: "Lu Dimiao." After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "Descendants of the Jiang family."

Tian Jia smiled gently, a little surprised, "The descendants of the Jiang family? Are you finally coming to take away the lamp that Jiang Yiqiu kept in Jicheng?"

After sighing for a while, he continued to explain to the two: "This lamp is very famous. It is said that the carvings and patterns are all high-quality craftsmanship. Back then, Jiang Yiqiu traveled to many places, and he did not know where he got this treasure. He was not satisfied with many places. , and finally decided to dig a place here in Jicheng to store the lamp. A few years ago, Yin Zhengrong came here, and he had a lot of clues in his hand, but it took a long time to find the final hiding place of the lamp."

After finishing speaking, he smiled: "Have you decided to take it out yet?"

Lu Dimiao noticed the deep meaning in his words: "Many people know that there is a precious lantern here?"

"Yes, an endless stream of people came to look for them, and then they returned disappointed." His face was calm.

Yin Ziyu thought of something, her eyes were dim, she moved her lips, but she didn't speak.

The door was pushed open and the owner came in.

The shopkeeper was wearing a long dress with a calm expression. She looked up and scanned the crowd, and she roughly saw the situation clearly. She walked over and poured a cup of tea and sat down: "I am Han Su, the shop manager. He is not much different from what you said earlier. It's gone..." She narrowed her eyes, as if she had discovered something, and a smile flashed in her eyes: "I have nothing to say, but the children of my old friends come to Jicheng, and I will take care of your accommodation, food and drink for you. The security here is very high, you don't have to worry about other people's..."

She didn't finish her words, and her expression was meaningful.

"...Remind you guys..." Han Su said when they went upstairs to stay, and his voice was neither high nor low: "If you have anything to say, you should make it clear before you go to the place. Don't be unclear and go there. In this way You will regret it."

In the room, Yin Ziyu was silent for a long time, until the sun had sunk into the horizon, and then she took out a pile of things one by one, saying that it was a pile, but everything was very small, and was packed by her .

They are arranged in a row: Father Yin's letter, Lu Dimiao's flute, Li Weixi's poems, a tea cake, and an ink-colored ocarina.

Yin Ziyu introduced them one by one with no expression: "Letter paper, your flute, and the clues given by Uncle Li." She took a deep breath, and seemed to be able to say the following words: "The last time I had a long talk with Xier was after he was burned. , He recognized my identity as the owner of Yuju, and gave me the tea cakes. He gave me two. Just now the store manager came to see us because he gave her the tea cakes in advance. This ocarina is an old thing of my mother. It is engraved with I wrote a Tibetan acrostic poem, which hides the place where the treasure is stored, and I figured it out on the way, it was near the 'Kasa Spring' in Jicheng."

After she finished speaking, she poured a cup of tea with a sullen face and took a few sips.

Lu Dimiao suddenly had a burst of indescribable emotions. On the day Chuxue first arrived in Xicheng, the first time she saw Yin Ziyu, she never thought that her female body would be seen through, never thought that she could And Yin Ziyu reached the current situation.

This unspeakable sense of familiarity and strangeness, Yin Ziyu was able to tell her these things, to someone...not so trustworthy.

Her eyes were a little sour, and she didn't pick up her words.

Yin Ziyu gave her a strange look, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and said in a steady voice, "What are you thinking? Do you want me to hide so much from you? I just don't want you to get involved in Yu Ju's fight with other forces, after all... ...I thought you wouldn't be around much longer."

She has changed a lot, Lu Diyu thought in a daze, the former Boss Yin is such a person who loves to laugh and hides his thoughts, as long as she doesn't say anything, people around will have no idea what she is thinking or what she is going to do.

What made her like this? Lu Dimiao was thinking, the emotions in her heart were so intense that it made people panic. She suddenly understood why Yin Ziyu took a few deep breaths. It is difficult for a person like her to talk about her thoughts openly and honestly. , my own thinking, and... the more difficult to say what was in my heart.

Sunset illuminated her jet-black hair, revealing a wonderful color. This color may have existed in the first place, but it has never been as bright as this time. It is so bright that it makes people want to cry.

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Lu Dimiao's eyes were wet, he lowered his head to wipe them, and answered her: "I thought so too..." She raised her head and looked at Yin Ziyu again, Yin Ziyu bent the corners of her eyes at her, her eyes were thick black, her smile was very handsome pole.

Lu Dizhen picked up the piece of paper on which she recorded Uncle Li's poems, and explained to her in a low voice: "This is my mother's original way of splitting up sentences, which follows several images in "The Book of Songs" "By the Chengjiang River" , on both sides of the Huai River; cry out for the doves, don’t eat the fruits; go up this tall building and find my remnants; what kind of water is the soup, may this be the final chapter.'" She read it once and began to explain: "'By the Chengjiang River' It's Xicheng, she asked me to find you. "Both banks of the Huai River" was not about hiding treasures, it was a place she liked very much. Later...the Lu family imprisoned her, and she couldn't leave. Shidunguo' was talking about my father, who was so greedy that my mother was ultimately disappointed in him."

Lu Dimiao looked at the last four sentences with a frown, and his heart sank: "The last paragraph is an obvious indication that the remnant score is in a tall building, no, it doesn't have to be a tall building, it should be a high ground. The last 'Shuihe Tangtang' is still " The original sentence in "Hooligan", she hopes that the "Jiang's Search for Lights" started by her can end soon."

Yin Ziyu raised his eyes and glanced at her anytime, Yin Ziyu said softly: "Let's go there tomorrow, and end this matter early."

"good."

They didn't sleep well that night, Yin Ziyu sat on the window sill, looking thoughtfully at the quiet night.

The same is true for Lu Dimiao, she stared blankly at the bed curtain on the bed in the inn, the light gauze hangs at a palpitatingly soft angle, the color of the gauze is not new, it is traces of being used for a long time.

She was thinking about many things without bounds, things about her childhood, things about her childhood...Jiang Yiqiu, and her young and majestic father, things about now...the people around her now, Yin Ziyu by her side, and the plain but full of hidden things she is now in. City.

Jicheng.

The moonlight shone gently into the window, shooting out streaks of white light, as if a soft palm touched the little head of a young child, it was unbelievably warm.

Lu Dimiao sighed, and the image of her mother in her heart unexpectedly became vivid, she murmured softly: What exactly do you want us to do?

She didn't dare to tell Yin Ziyu, and she couldn't guess what her mother meant about the last two sentences.

Will there be an answer tomorrow?

tomorrow?

Maybe it's tomorrow.

In the morning, after breakfast, the store manager sent them to the cassock spring, where the spring water was clear and boundless.

The owner, Han Su, said goodbye to them and left.

Yin Ziyu took her hand and walked along the nearby mountain, "It should be on this mountain, let's go up and have a look first."

They climbed along the mountain path to the middle of the mountain, and after a big turn, a tea shop appeared.

The tea shop is very old, and the eaves are not leaking. The owner of the tea shop is a little boy, in his teens. When he saw them going up the mountain, he greeted them: "Miss, come and drink a bowl of tea to rest your legs! My tea is very fragrant. Yes, very thirst-quenching!"