Among them, how much psychological differences and psychological struggles have she experienced?
Thinking of this, Yang Zimei felt that grandma was really pitiful and sad again.
She checked the closet carefully, and finally found a small embroidered bag, which seemed to be contained in it.
Reaching out and pulled out the inside, it was actually an ancient currency.
And this ancient coin is an expensive golden sword, and she has one in her own hands.
The beauty presented me with a golden sword, why report, Yu Qiongyao.
Seeing this golden sword, she thought of Song Xuan's poem that day.
This golden knife is worn with a red rope, and the lover knot is hit.
There is no yellow mud block on the golden sword, but a bit smooth, like being rubbed by hands at all times. Therefore, it has the warm and smooth smoothness of the original antique coins.
Is this a gift from that person?
Yang Zimei looked at it repeatedly, and then included his storage ring.
When she returned to City A, she gave her grandmother and see what she reacted, and she would not tell the truth.
Except for this golden knife, I can't find anything again.
Seeing the soft and warm bed, Yang Zimei couldn't help laying up with his clothes, looking at the top of the mosquito net, feeling what would it feel like when the grandma was lying here.
There was a knock on the door.
Yang Zimei bounced, sat up from the bed, and the whole messy hair.
Come in is the cousin Zeng Zimo.
Seeing that she was sitting on the bed, Zeng Zimo was slightly stunned, and a touch of red halo plundered the ears.
"cough--"
In order to cover up this embarrassment, he cough slightly, and a gentle smile on his face, "Niuniu, the third uncle and the third sister are back, they want to see you."
"OK."
Yang Zimei stood up in a hurry.
The aunt of the big cousin has seen it, and the second cousin and the second watch aunt have also met. There are also three watches and three watches aunt. I heard that they rushed back from abroad. The purpose was to see her.
She came to see her thousands of miles, but she couldn't neglect.
Followed Zeng Zimo out of the door.
"Zimo Copy, do you believe in Feng Shui?"
Yang Zimei pinned the hope of changing Zeng Zhai Feng Shui on Zeng Zimo. After all, he would be the future owner of the Zeng family.
Zeng Zimo's narrow phoenix eyes looked at her with the doubts of unknown, "How do Niuniu ask this?"
"Oh, I want to ask you."
Yang Zimei smiled.
Zeng Zimo nodded, "I believe a little, but I don’t understand this."
"Do you really believe in Feng Shui?"
Yang Zimei feels hopeful.
"Well. But Grandpa Zeng didn't believe it, saying that these are feudal superstitions, and no one in our family dares to believe it. However, living in Beijing, many people believe this. As the saying goes, existence is reasonable. Feng Shui is this.
Things can be maintained for thousands of years, and have been convinced, there must be a reason for its existence, and there must be a scientific side. "
Zeng Zimo nodded.
"Cousin, you are so right!"
Yang Zimei felt the feeling of finding a conscience. She unconsciously reached out and patted his shoulder.
"What's the meaning?"
Zeng Zimo asked in doubt.
"Oh, tell you later."
Yang Zimei can't always come to someone else's house, so he draws the feng shui of the house, right?
Although this is her relative's house, it is very inappropriate.
"good."
Zeng Zimo glanced deeply, nodded, and didn't ask much.
Yang Zimei smiled and followed him to the living room.
Before approaching the living room, I heard strange and hearty laughter.
This laughter sounds easy and very infectious.
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[Tonight depends on where Dad is going, may not be updated, don’t wait]