"Sit down!" Mother Hu completely ignored her coquetry and put her in a gold hairpin.

Su Yuetong thought that her neck might be broken after such a day Cervical vertebra disease wants to find a door, have wood to have?

Just when her neck was about to be crushed, mother Hu finally patted her on the shoulder and said, "OK."

Su Su went out to meet the guests and planned to send her out. Cailing also ran out to help.

Su Yuetong will probably wait for a quarter of an hour to get out of the car. When she is bored, mother Hu carefully holds a small wooden box for her. The box looks old, but the lock is very delicate. Mother Hu gives her both the key and the box, and tears appear in her eyes. "Miss, I am an old man. I have nothing valuable to do for you Add dowry. I've packed up many years' letters in this box. Take it as a souvenir, miss. "

"Letters?" Su Yuetong was attracted attention, but did not forget to help mother Hu wipe tears.

In her eyes, mother Hu loves her as much as Su Su.

Mother Hu put the key in her hand, held her hand, and said: "all the letters are written by the master and his wife. After she gave birth to you, she was lingering in the hospital, and the master was away all the year round. They often had to write to each other. Later, when his wife was seriously ill, she didn't write to him any more. I was helping her to sort out these letters all the time, including when the master was dying A letter from... "

Mother Hu said, her eyes turned red, and tears came down quietly. "I've put them all away. The master can't see you get married, but these are the master's handwriting. The young lady can take them away. When you miss the master, you can take them out and have a look!"

"Thank you, mother Hu!" Su Yuetong has been immersed in joy, but did not want to be so moved by the gift.

She still remembered the way her father loved her and was strict with her, but as time went by, she forgot that her father had left her for a long time.

For a long time, now I think of it, the memory is not so clear.

My father died on the battlefield in his previous life, and it's the same in this life. My father once said that a general died in a hundred battles. As a soldier, his greatest glory is to die on the battlefield and defend his country. He died without regret.

Su Yuetong held the box carefully in her arms and cherished it like a treasure. "I will keep it well."

Hu's mother was not only happy, but also excited. Originally, on this day when she could not shed tears, she just covered her mouth and didn't let herself cry. But the more she was patient, the more she couldn't help but want to say, "the letter that the master wrote before he died is also in it, but my wife was seriously ill and couldn't see it. Up to now, I can't bear to show it to my wife."

Su Yuetong felt a trace of sadness in her heart. She thought that mother Hu was also for her mother's sake. How sad should her mother be when she saw his father's last letter after so many years of illness?

It would be better for her to take the letter now.

When it's time to get on the sedan chair, Cailing helps Su Yuetong with xipa cover to go out. Bai Nen's face is smeared with a lot of rouge. Originally, the road from Qinghe courtyard should be unimpeded, but suddenly a person comes out of Xiniang's team and stabs Su Yuetong with a sharp blade.

Su Yuetong fingers micro movement, a few silver needles shot into the person's instep, a wail, she knelt in front of Su Yuetong.