"That......"
Sure enough, Zhenshu looked at Liang Meng with a face full of suspicion.
No matter what, he was looking at the purse so carefully and seriously just now, it’s really unreasonable to say that he didn’t recognize it.
"Um... I think... well, that butterfly embroidery on this purse is so lifelike. Haha."
Liang Meng’s excuse was fake, and her smile was even faker.
However, although Zhenshu was still very confused, he did not ask any more questions.
Instead, he gestured to Liang Meng to open the purse.
"Open?"
"Yeah," Zhenshu nodded vigorously.
Liang Meng did as she was told, carefully unfastened the buckle on the purse, opened it, and used two fingers to pick out the paper inside.
"What's this?"
Liang Meng looked up at the pillow book. The pillow book didn't answer, but just asked her to open it and take a look.
Liang Meng placed the purse on the table and carefully unfolded the thin paper. The portraits of Hong'er and Lin Yi appeared vividly on the paper.
Liang Meng:......? ?
This boat really survived the big storms and capsized in a small ditch.
Liang Meng originally thought that she had wiped out all traces of Aunt Hong, but unexpectedly Zhenshu not only turned out the purse, but also found a portrait of Aunt Hong, no, Hong'er, in the purse.
Liang Meng felt a headache.
She raised her eyelids and glanced at the book on the pillow. Seeing that there was no special expression on his face except anxiety, Liang Meng felt a little relieved.
"Who is this?"
Liang Meng chose to strike first.
Sure enough, after hearing Liang Meng say this, Zhenshu was shocked and confused.
"Don't you know the master?"
Liang Meng pretended to be even more shocked than him! She was still confused!
“I don’t know him at all!”
The hopeful look in Zhenshu's eyes dimmed in an instant. Liang Meng felt that Zhenshu must have something on his mind since he was so persistent in searching for the relative she had told him about.
I have to think of a way, at least a lie to calm Zhenshu down.
We can't let him continue to investigate this matter.
"but......"
Liang Meng looked as if he was thinking hard. When Zhenshu heard that Liang Meng had more to say, he pricked up his ears and looked over.
"But I heard that your relative, oh, you always called her Aunt Lin, heard that your Aunt Lin had a child of her own, a daughter. I think the ones in this portrait are her daughter and son-in-law."
"Aunt Lin? Aunt Lin's...daughter? Son-in-law?"
"yes."
Liang Meng stood up from the chair and put her hands on Zhenshu's thin shoulders. As she led him out the door, she asked with pretended concern.
"Did you remember something?"
"No."
Zhenshu shook his head like a rattle.
"Don't worry. You were seriously injured, and the poison was so strong. Even though Yun Xuchen saved your life, there's no way you can recover so quickly. There might still be some residual toxins in your body."
At this time, Liang Meng had already walked to the door with the pillow book.
"Besides, Aunt Lin has passed away. It's useless to think too much about her. It will only make her unable to rest in peace. So."
Liang Meng put both hands on Zhenshu's shoulders, turned his body over so that they were standing face to face, looked into his eyes, and tried her best to persuade him.
"So, you have to live well now and stop overthinking. Otherwise, your Aunt Lin's spirit in heaven won't be at peace."
Zhenshu opened his lips slightly and was about to say something, but Liang Meng was quick to stop him.
"You just can't remember the past for the moment. You will remember it bit by bit in the future. So don't worry. We'll talk later."
Liang Meng stood up straight and looked at the pillow book with the serious look of an elder.
"If you keep worrying like this, it will affect your recovery."
"Yeah?"
"yes!"
Liang Meng nodded affirmatively and walked out again with the pillow book.
"Look"
Liang Meng stretched out his finger and pointed vaguely in the direction of Sheli.
"You've been ill for so long, and the tea shop hasn't been open. How much money must have been lost. So, listen to me, the master. The most important thing you should do now is not to worry about this and that, but to work diligently to reopen the tea shop."
"Remember?"
Liang Meng patted Zhenshu's shoulder hard again.
Liang Meng was so confused by the pillow book that she couldn't react at all. She just looked at her and nodded stupidly.
"That's good. Okay, go back now."
As he spoke, he reached out to the back of Zhenshu and pushed it forward with force, causing Zhenshu to take several quick steps forward.
"Go back quickly. Don't think too much. The more you think, the worse your brain will work."
He actually stopped reading the pillow book, turned around and looked at Liang Meng as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. Liang Meng quickly waved his hand at him and chased him away.
Zhenshu curled his lips, said nothing more, and turned away.
After watching the pillow book walk away, Liang Meng hurried into Yunmeng Hall and quickly closed the door. Then she walked over to the table and picked up the purse and the portrait of Hong'er and Lin Yi.
The fingers that were used to exert spiritual power were already raised in the air, but Liang Meng struggled for a long time and couldn't bring himself to do it.
This may be the only relic Hong'er left in this world.
If I destroy myself...
never mind!
Liang Meng put his hands down in frustration.
Don't destroy it, just put it away properly. It's the same as long as Pillow Book doesn't see it.
Thinking of this, Liang Meng took the purse and the portrait and walked towards the backyard.
She had to find a secluded place to hide.
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