There is really something there that can prove her identity.

If the original owner was Lan Yu, she would hide it from the people closest to her and show off to others as a fool, but she would do things that would make the government trace her to no avail.

What a terrifying existence the real Xia Qianqian must be.

Three poles above the sun, the sun penetrates the clouds inch by inch and shines down obliquely. At the end of the path under the shade of the trees is a rolling set of steps.

Hu Tangxing was walking in the front section. She picked up her skirt and climbed up the steps.

Along the way, the two of them walked one behind the other, both of them silent and did not say a word.

When we reached the top of the mountain, behind a welcoming pine tree with a lush canopy, we saw the corner of a temple.

Hu Tang turned around and greeted her, "We're here."

Xia Qianqian said "oh" and looked up. On the plaque, it said "Daxing Temple"

Hu Tang stepped forward and knocked on the door. A young novice opened the door. When he saw him, he clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, Mr. Hu, you are here."

Judging from the meaning of this sentence, they are familiar with each other.

"I'm here to offer incense and pick up the things stored here."

"Please donor, come with me."

Hu Tang raised his hand in return and stepped in. When he turned around and saw no one behind him, he turned back and told her, "Follow me quickly."

Xia Qianqian felt panic in her heart, took a deep breath, and stepped up to follow.

They went to the lobby and burned a stick of incense first.

Immediately, the young novice took out a one-foot-square wooden box from behind the Buddha statue, stepped forward and said, "Sir, this is your thing."

Hu Tang took the box and thanked him again.

The little novice monk clasped his hands together, bowed and stepped back.

Hu Tang turned around and handed over the thing in his hand solemnly, "This is your thing."

"Mine?" Xia Qianqian didn't know why.

"It's yours!"

"What is it?" she asked.

He shook his head, "I don't know. Before you lost your memory, it was very precious. I once wanted to find a place to store it. I said that the best place is at the feet of the Buddha, so I will store it here for you."

Xia Qianqian stretched out her hand to open it, but he suddenly took action and blocked it, "You can look at it when you go back."

Before losing her memory, she never let him see the box.

After losing his memory, he did not want to look at the contents of her box without her knowledge.

Xia Qianqian frowned and looked up at him in confusion, "Are you really so sure that I am him?"

"What if I am not him and take away his most precious thing?"

She has never been one to take advantage, and she has never been willing to do such unclear things.

"Wait a minute, let me take a look." She tried to negotiate, "If you look at it and it's not mine, you can put it back."

It is a very ordinary small wooden box. Due to its age, the red paint on it has fallen off, revealing the mottled wooden surface.

There is a strange copper lock hanging on the box.

Xia Qianqian grabbed the lock and shook it, frowning.

This is an ancient combination lock. You must twist the mechanism and the concave and convex lines in the copper lock collide and fit tightly before it can be opened."

She opened her mouth to ask for the password, but when the lock fell into her palm, the familiar touch made her heart tremble.

Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and his fingers began to skillfully turn the mechanism on the lock core. After ten tedious inputs, "click".

This slight sound is particularly crisp in the silent space.

Hu Tang looked at her with a proud look in his eyes, "If it's not yours, how do you know the password?"

Yes!

If she wasn't Lan Yu, why would she know the password to his box?

For a moment, Xia Qianqian felt even more uneasy, and the light box in her hand suddenly became as heavy as a thousand pounds.

This seemingly ordinary box may be another Pandora's box. Once she opens it, will she be able to accept the truth inside and whether she will be able to bear it?

She doesn't know.

She is just a ghost from another world who came to this world accidentally.

After traveling through time and being reborn, she just wants to live freely.

But once the box is opened and Lanyu's label is attached to her body, the problems that will follow will completely disrupt her life.

Xia Qianqian refused to be forced to accept something in her heart, but in this situation, she had to open her up to understand what she was currently facing.

She held the box in her hands, stepped out, found a secluded place in the courtyard, and gently opened the lid of the box.

Under the sun, the dust was flying, and an old musty smell and the smell left by years of incense candles hit your nostrils.

Xia Qianqian's nose wrinkled slightly and her eyes fell on the box.

There is a small yellow satin quilt spread inside. Perhaps it has been too long and the true color cannot be distinguished.

She reached out and grabbed a corner of the quilt, and a bloody garment shook out and landed on the ground.

This is...

Xia Qianqian didn't know why, so she reached out and picked up the small clothes.

It's light pink and has double-breasted ties. Judging from the size, its previous owner was probably a baby in confinement.

But...

Xia Qianqian's eyes fell on the neck of the clothes, and she rubbed it gently with her fingers.

It's blood.

Old clothes cannot hide its texture. The fine brocade coat has a patch of damage on the neck and armpits, stained with bits and pieces of damage.

She was very puzzled.

Judging from the texture of the clothes, its owner must have been born into a wealthy family. The holes in the clothes indicate that she may have experienced changes in her family.

This box belongs to Lan Yu, so this dress must also belong to Lan Yu.

As for the original owner Xia Qianqian, almost everyone in Fu'an Village can testify.

She is Li Yunniang's child, a silly girl born and raised here.

Therefore, Xia Qianqian is not Lanyu.

Feeling relieved, Xia Qianqian folded her clothes and was about to put them back into the box when she heard a sudden rush of footsteps.

She raised her eyes and looked up. Under the eaves of the main hall, at some point, Xi Yalan was standing there.

She stared intensely at the clothes in her hands, as if there was a force pulling her.

In my memory, Xi Yalan rarely lost her composure in front of others, but at this time, her expression was tense, and her melancholy eyes were filled with emotions such as surprise, anxiety, and sadness, which made her behavior become tangled.

and contradiction.

She walked quickly, and when she came to Xia Qianqian, she suddenly slowed down, looked at Xia Qianqian, and then fell on the piece of clothing.

"Madam, what are you..."

Xia Qianqian didn't know why, but reflexively hid the clothes in her hands behind her back.

This time, it seemed to touch the tight string in Xi Yalan's heart.

She rushed over like crazy, holding the little dress with trembling hands, and a layer of white mist filled her eyes almost instantly.

But I can’t.

Over the years, she has cried until her tears are almost dry.

What should I do if tears well up at this moment and I can’t distinguish Xiaoyi?

Xi Yalan raised her sleeves, not caring about the dignity and etiquette of a noble lady, and wiped her tears on her sleeves. Then she opened her eyes wide and opened a corner of her clothes, revealing an embroidery of peach petals.

She stroked the peach blossom embroidery with her fingers and burst into tears for a while.

Her daughter was born in March when peach blossoms were in full bloom, so she personally embroidered a peach blossom on the corners of all her clothes.

Even after many years, she can still recognize her own technique at a glance.
Chapter completed!