Zhen Shuyuan closed her eyes for a while and said without opening them:

"Go and bring her back on the day of her birthday."

"Has aunt accepted her?"

Zhen Shuyuan did not answer, and said as if she was minding her own business:

"Since this mute child still recognizes the hairpin and her mother, she has come to find Tan Lang... No matter how you met, it means that there is still a fate, and I understand that Huan Huan nodded.

That makes sense..."

She was a little melancholy and waved her hands curtly:

"Bring her here. On the day of my birthday, Tanlang will bring her here first, and ask her not to run away. Let me take a look first. I won't let her come in vain. If she comes, she will come."

Give her something, an old thing..."

Ouyang Rong asked curiously: "What do you want to give me? You don't have to be so polite."

Zhen Shuyuan had already stood up, and she didn't know if she heard Ouyang Rong's words. She walked out of the main hall with a dazed look on her face.

Ouyang Rong saw that she seemed to be mumbling something, but he couldn't hear clearly.

Soon, he watched Zhen Shuyuan's back disappear into the corridor...

…

Zhen Shuyuan returned to the boudoir, but did not go back to the house. She turned around and walked to a room on the west side of the courtyard.

There are several Buddha statues placed in the room.

It is a Buddhist temple inside.

A tablet dedicated to the Buddha and some deceased relatives.

The memorial tablet of Ouyang Rong's late mother, Mother Zhao, is also among them.

Zhen Shuyuan came to Zhao's mother's tablet and turned around to look at the lacquered wood tablet.

The flames of several white candles in front of the fruit plate stretched the shadow of Zhao's mother's spiritual tablet very long and fell on the wall behind it, seemingly standing side by side with the bronze Buddha statue in the center of the lobby.

Zhen Shuyuan stood in silence for a long time before saying:

"I know you are reluctant, but I feel guilty, but if you don't send her away, there will be no way for her to survive.

"Afterwards, you fasted and chanted Buddha's name, and even burned incense with me for many years. Gradually, I almost forgot why I followed you to worship Buddha in the first place..."

She spoke to the empty Buddhist hall and tablets, paused for a while, and continued speaking as if from a distance:

"You have never dared to spend this money and offered it in front of the Buddha. Before you died, you gave me all this money. Could it be that you expected that this mute child would come back one day? It's because your fate with us has not yet been fulfilled...

"

The woman's voice gradually became lower and lower, until it was almost inaudible.

Silence returned to the Buddhist hall.

Only the sound of white candles beating and burning in the wind was left.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhen Shuyuan finally moved and slowly walked towards the Buddha statue and tablet in front of her.

She bypassed them and went straight to the back of Zhao Mu Lingpai. From a hidden compartment in a corner under the table, she took out a small gray cloth bag.

The gray cloth bag fabric is old, and it seems to be stained with dust that cannot be washed away. It seems that it has been stored for many years.

The gray cloth bag was slowly opened by her cool fingers.

A bunch of copper coins that looked both new and old were revealed.

It's new because the copper plate is still somewhat shiny.

It's old because most of the hemp ropes connecting the copper plates have rotted away, and they seem to be unable to bear the weight of lifting the copper plates.

Zhen Shuyuan lowered her head and glanced at the copper coins in the cloth bag.

She counted them carefully.

The number is consistent.

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