The Golden Hairpin

Huang Zixia didn't expect this to happen here today. Hearing these people talk about his marriage with Wang Yun, she didn't know what it was like, she just turned her back and felt ashamed.

Zhou Zi Qin Pian came up again and whispered: "So you came to see your dowry?"

Huang Zixia's face turned red at once, and she was ashamed and anxious, glared at him, turned around and went into the house to look for Master Sun.

Zhou Ziqin heard the people behind him still discussing: "But generally speaking, the dowry is prepared by the wife's family. Why is it now that the Wang family does it?"

"Hey, Huang Shijun's family has only one orphan girl left. Who prepared this for her? Isn't the Wang family ready to send it to the outskirts welcoming team at that time, so that she can marry into the Wang family gracefully."

"Even though this Huang family has encountered difficulties, she is really blessed to meet such a husband's family!"

Zhou Ziqin turned his head and saw Huang Zixian as if he hadn't heard of it, and only walked towards Master Sun, who was immersed in the ink and axe. He hurried to two steps and followed her.

Huang Zixia's gaze swept across the wooden table where Master Sun made the cage like last time. The messy axe planes were mixed with broken pieces of wood and sawdust. It is unexpected that the delicate cage pots came from here.

Master Sun recognized Zhou Ziqin at a glance, and hurriedly said hello: "Come on? What are you going to do today?"

Zhou Ziqin looked at Huang Zixia and saw that she looked at Mutai silently, and said, "I mainly followed her to see today."

"Oh, isn't it?" Master Sun rubbed his hands and smiled. "The son bought my box last time. Is it okay?"

"Very good." Zhou Ziqin said casually.

"That's right, my master also told me back then that if you learn a craft well, you will have your own gold and silver mountains. Of course, I don't dare to think about making a fortune like his old man. Just have a bite to eat."

Hearing what he said, Huang Zixia asked, "Although your master is a well-known woodworker in Chang'an City, it is natural to have a lot of money, but after all, craftsmen should also be very hard?"

"Who can say no? His old man has been busy all his life, and he has been doing little things. Later, only three or four years ago he bought more than ten acres of land in his hometown, a big house. He told me, don't do it, go home. I went to live a good life..." He sighed and shook his head, "Unfortunately, Master didn't have this life. He encountered a gangster on the way back to his hometown. The whole family is... alas!"

Zhou Ziqin asked, "Where are the land and the house?"

"Is it divided by other people, I don't know."

Huang Zixian said lightly: "It's a pity, ten acres of land, a big house, a wealth that ordinary people can't earn in a lifetime, he suddenly has it, but after all, there is no blessing to pass away."

"Yes, maybe the master has saved the money for a lifetime... but I don't usually see it." Master Sun said, and looked at Zhou Zi Qin Xiao flatly, "Or, does this young master make another box of that kind?" "

"Come on, why do I need such a troublesome box? It takes a long time to unlock the box. It is only suitable for people with a particularly good memory. I can't open and close freely." Zhou Ziqin spurned.

Huang Zixia looked at the decoration in the house and asked, "Master Sun, are your master's relics still there?"

Master Sun shook his head and said: "He is ready to leave the capital, what else is left? He only left all his tools to me, saying that he would never use it anymore."

Huang Zixia asked: "Can you show me the tools of your master?"

"Oh, yes, but some of them have been worn out by me over the years, and some have been thrown away by me..." He took them to the back, knelt down to open the toolbox, and took out the contents one by one and laid them on the ground.

Huang Zixia's gaze swept over the worn-out Luban ruler, ink fountain, cotton thread, etc. one by one, falling on a few pieces of propolis: "The carpenter still uses this thing?"

"Yes, I also find it strange that the master uses this, and the propolis is not too sticky, it seems to be mixed with sawdust." Master Sun explained, "When I first started, the master told me that some The carpenter is not skilled enough, and the tenon joints are not well connected and sometimes loose. In order to fool the guests, he fills the joints with propolis. This way, when the guests first take them back, it is reliable, but after a short time, the propolis loosens and the tenon is in the mortise. The inside is not strong, the tables and chairs sway in the slightest, and the tables and chairs fall apart. My master said proudly at the time that he had never used propolis in the thirty years since he became a teacher!"

Huang Zixia used his fingers to lightly poke the propolis and put it on for many years. Now the weather is freezing again and it has frozen into a hard black block with many sawdust mixed in it, which is very ugly.

Zhou Ziqin said next to him: "It seems that your master's craftsmanship is not at home. After so many years, you still use it after all."

Master Sun said in embarrassment: "Nothing! My master is very good at craftsmanship, absolutely no problem! Maybe it's used elsewhere!"

"What's the use of that? There are so many sawdust on this, it seems that they have been used on a wooden platform." Zhou Ziqin asked counter-intuitively.

Master Sun flushed, but could not speak. Huang Zixia knocked down a small piece of propolis, wrapped it in oil paper next to it, stood up and said, "Thank you, Master Sun, I think your master is a famous wooden work. There must be other uses, absolutely extraordinary."

"That's right..." Master Sun said angrily.

Huang Zixia turned around and walked out. Zhou Ziqin followed her and asked, "What are you doing with this thing?"

"Nothing." Huang Zi Xia said lightly, "Perhaps, this is the secret of the opening of the box."

"What? Can propolis open that box?" Zhou Ziqin suddenly yelled out.

Huang Zixia nodded.

Zhou Ziqin followed her and passed through the busy carpenters in the courtyard. Seeing her walking out without looking back, she hurriedly asked: "Chonggu, you can talk about it, what's the matter?"

Huang Zixian didn't say a word anymore, just walked out of this large yard quickly, stood in the cold wind of early spring, let out a long breath, and then looked back at him: "Zi Qin..."

Zhou Ziqin rushed forward, almost wagging his tail: "Chonggu?"

"Do you still remember the 箜篌 music trick case we cracked in Shu on the Mid-Autumn Festival last year?"

"Hey? It's the case where the apprentice Yu Li killed Master Bi Tao?" He couldn't figure it out, wondering why she suddenly brought up the Shudi case.

She looked at the clouds in the sky, nodded and said: "At that time, we observed a new scratch on the back of Bi Tao's hand. We concluded that something must have been taken off from her hand, right?"

"Yeah, it was the armband gold that the man gave, which caused them to marry their masters and disciples. Alas, it's a pity. Both women are very beautiful." Zhou Ziqin's focus must be on pitying Xiangxiyu. superior.

"In fact, everything in this world, as long as you think of a way, you will definitely find the corresponding traces, right?" Huang Zixian looked back at him, the sunlight was shining behind her, her eyes were especially bright against the backlight, and they seemed to be the whole Everyone lights up, "For example, whether it is 80 small copper sticks randomly nailed by the craftsman, or 80 chaotic and disorderly characters laid down by the king at random, as long as it is intentional, it can leave a trace. Yes, isn't it?"

Zhou Ziqin thought carefully and looked at her a little confused: "So... you mean, the point is, propolis?"

She nodded and said softly: "Yes, then, I also asked to prove the last thing. If this thing is true, then everything can be over."

As she said, she didn't know whether the expression on her face was sad or happy, but a thin layer of mist was first covered in those eyes.

Under such weak winter sunlight, the dimly dusty Chang'an looked decadent and gloomy, and the tree with fallen leaves on the street stood listlessly, and the whole world seemed to be the only one shining with brilliance on her face. The perseverance and perseverance in her eyes made Zhou Ziqin feel familiar and unfamiliar. There was a feeling of awe and pity that grew in his chest, but it made him unable to speak, so he could only look at her silently and said: "It's over...just fine."

He escorted her back, and walked through the streets of Chang'an alone after saying goodbye, looking at the half-cloudy sky with dim sunlight.

He suddenly thought of why he felt that Huang Zixia's eyes made him feel familiar.

One winter, he met with a group of well-mixed imperial soldiers and went hunting together in the outer suburbs. On the winter plains, they galloped their horses, drove the deer into the enclosure, and then shot them in the enclosure. The panicked sika deer fell one by one during the run, and in any case could not escape the fate of the sharp arrow penetrating the body.

Their encirclement became smaller and smaller, and the last remaining deer, among the corpses of his companions, opened his eyes and looked at all the people who came in front of him.

The deer's eyes are clear and bright, and they are very large against the set of thick and long eyelashes. You can almost clearly see the figure holding an arrow and a bow reflected in it.

Not knowing what emotions were driving him, Zhou Ziqin slowly put down the bow and arrow in his hand and stared at the deer blankly.

Among the corpses of the deer herd, its slender limbs and the beautiful four-branched horns on top of its head are very conspicuous. More than a dozen people pulled their bowstrings full and aimed at it.

At the moment of dying, it leaped vigorously, passed all the dead companions, and rushed forward. Two arrows grazed its body, and its beautiful fur was dripping with blood. It disappeared into the mountain stream with wounds, and never saw it again.

Only those eyes at that time remained in Zhou Ziqin's memory.

Just like the eyes of Huang Zi Xian he saw, they were on the verge of despair and refused to give up the perseverance.

He felt in a trance for a moment, everything in the world seemed to be far away from him, and it seemed that he couldn't get closer. He could only lean against a tree behind him and stood quietly for a while.

He thought in his heart, I wonder if she could be like that deer, and finally jumped to her death desperately, and finally escaped the siege and rushed to her own world?

And the deer that escaped into the mountains after being wounded, in the end, did it survive?