First of all, we need to find the time when Fengmu and Qiuyuan separated.
Xiaolan took out a pen and paper from the old drawer at Huo Yu's mother-in-law's house and started writing.
Jasmine stood on Xiaolan's shoulder and said, "Miss Xia Meng, I couldn't fully enjoy meeting you during the day. I miss you so much. If the beautiful lady feels the same way, can we meet at another time?"
"Well...that's it." Xiaolan put down the pen, picked up the letter paper and flicked it twice.
"Are you writing to Xia Meng pretending to be asking for help?" Jasmine snorted, "Why do you use such wording? It's so disgusting."
"Isn't this what Qiu Yuan used when he harassed you..."
"Tsk, didn't I tell you not to mention it?"
Xiaolan folded the paper into a small piece and handed it to Jasmine.
"Na."
"What are you doing?" Jasmine flapped her wings on the spot and looked down at the piece of paper inexplicably.
"You are responsible for delivering this letter to Xia Meng."
"I...how should I give it away?!" Jasmine flew around Xiaolan's hand twice, "Why should I give it away?"
"Aren't you a token of love between Xia Meng and Qiuyuan?" Xiao Lan first took the letter into her hand, "Xia Meng will definitely not doubt the letter you sent. Let's go and hide near her house. All you need to do is
Just hold the letter in front of Xia Meng."
The love letter sent by the butterfly is so romantic, Xia Meng's love brain will probably fall into despair in an instant.
Seeing Xiaolan's ability to confuse the vision of passers-by, Jasmine was relieved, and one person and one butterfly quickly came to the backyard of Xia Meng's house.
Xiaolan solemnly handed the letter to Jasmine. Jasmine used her antennae, mouthparts and six legs at the same time, and finally managed to stumble forward with the letter.
Xia Meng was leaning over the table, thinking about something. When she saw Jasmine flying closer at an angle, she was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized what she was doing.
"You are... a butterfly seeking source!"
Yes, that's right, that's me.
Jasmine complained in her heart, she couldn't hold on any longer and threw the letter directly on the ground.
No matter how strong I am, I am just a butterfly now.
"This...is a letter seeking the source!"
Xia Meng knelt on the ground and folded the letter, her hands trembling with joy.
After being still for a while, Xia Meng was about to pick up the pen and continue writing the letter. Before writing, he looked up at Jasmine who was lying on the window sill and almost died of exhaustion. He took out another piece of letter paper and cut it into small pieces.
"Such a big piece of paper is indeed a burden to you...it doesn't matter, this letter is very light, so please deliver it carefully."
Ah, such a gentle and kind girl, she is worthy of being herself in the last world.
Jasmine stared gratefully at Xia Meng who was busy writing.
It's just that my vision is a bit poor, how could I fall in love with someone like Qiuyuan? When looking for a boyfriend, the minimum standard must be...
What was she thinking? Jasmine shook her head and stopped being distracted. Xia Meng's reply had already been written. She sighed and flew over to pick it up.
"It's going to be delivered..."
Xia Meng's earnest voice bid her farewell behind her. Jasmine rolled her eyes in a way that only she knew, and flew out with her wings turning.
After handing the letter to Xiaolan's hand, Jasmine was so tired that she lay motionless on her knees.
"Wow! Jasmine, what's wrong with you? You're not exhausted, are you?"
Jasmine was so angry that she bit her hand. Xiaolan gasped and opened the reply letter.
"Tonight at 11:11, there is an abandoned house in the south of the village."
"No more?" Jasmine said in a vain tone.
"No more." Xiaolan looked at the back and made sure there were only the above words.
"Then this piece of paper is too big," Jasmine lay back down again, "I'm exhausted."
"Where is the abandoned house in the south of the village? Have you seen it?"
"I haven't seen it before." Jasmine changed her direction and lay down, "Just follow Qiu Yuan... He doesn't want me to send him there."
Xiaolan waved her hand, "No, just throw it at his door."
"Then how does he know whose letter it is from?"
"He doesn't have to know who the letter is from," Xiaolan turned the direction of the wheelchair. "He just needs to know that it is a date letter from a girl. No matter who it is, he will go to the date."
"You really have confidence in him." Jasmine sneered.
"I still believe him when it comes to lust," Xiao Lan didn't think much, "It's just that Xia Meng ignored the village's rules and dated a man in the middle of the night. I really didn't expect her courage."
"No wonder her parents guard her against going out like a thief."
A girl who falls in love inside her head is always desperate.
"Tonight, while they are on a date, we will go out and test whether he can hurt others."
Jasmine hesitated, "Wouldn't this... be bad?"
There is always a feeling of guilt for ruining a girl's youthful fantasy.
Xiaolan didn't think there was anything wrong. The two of them sneaked into the old house. Jasmine bit the small piece of paper and threw it at the door. She quickly flashed back to Xiaolan's arms while she didn't notice any movement at the door.
The two of them hid behind a bush in the distance, and it took half an hour before the door was opened from the inside.
Feng Mu held a black porcelain bowl in his hand and was about to pour the liquid in the bowl onto the ground in the courtyard. When he lowered his head, he saw a snow-white note lying quietly on the ground at the door.
He first knelt down to pick up the note, glanced at it, and his expression became a little ugly.
The voice of Qiu Yuan calling him seemed to be heard in the room. It was too far away and Xiaolan couldn't hear clearly. Then Feng Mu turned around and agreed to something. He picked up the note and was about to go back. Suddenly he remembered that the liquid in the bowl had not been poured yet.
, he raised the bowl again, and the ink-black liquid inside spilled all over the floor.
Qiuyuan's figure appeared at the door. Xiaolan only saw him through the gap, and Xiaolan shrank back behind the tree a few times unconsciously.
The two are having a conversation.
"He smiled." Jasmine stood on the branch and had a good perspective. "He looked quite happy. Pengmu didn't look too happy. He said a few words... He put the note into his arms and felt that he took it seriously.
Yeah...hey, the door is closed."
Enough.
Just like Xia Meng who loses his judgment when he meets Qiuyuan, Qiuyuan is also a fool who forgets the crisis when he encounters an affair.
"Are we going to stay here until midnight?"
"Of course not," Xiaolan turned the wheelchair, "Let's go to Huozhen's house first."
"Huozhen family? But..."
"Do you still remember the last time when Huozhen was in trouble, the real sister-in-law who was killed by him came back to life?" Xiaolan said.
"That must be fake too."
"Yes, it's fake," Xiaolan agreed, "So we first go to his house to look for some clues. If the clues about the fake sister-in-law's appearance are in his house, then we will first cut off this line to seek possible support.
"
Huozhen's house was not far from here, and it was quiet all around. Xiaolan walked around the yard twice, but she still hadn't figured out how to get in.
"How about I go in?" After becoming a butterfly, Jasmine became more and more confident in her investigative skills, even a little inflated.
"No, don't mess around," Xiaolan waved her hand, "A real sister-in-law will really shoot you to death, one dead and two lives, do you understand?"
Suddenly there was some noise in the yard, Xiaolan shrank and hid behind the tall grass.
She is a real sister-in-law.
The real sister-in-law was still wearing the red coat, holding the dustpan in her hand. After going out, she turned around and carefully locked the door, and walked toward the east end of the village with a sad face.
"It's almost the same time as that day." Xiaolan said softly, "Something will definitely happen."