Brother Shen glared: Who treated him so well? How come he never knew?
"Can I meet that person?" Brother Shen stood up and asked.
Grandpa You and Brother You exchanged glances and then lowered their heads: "That person passed away in the same year your elder brother died."
In the city of Beijing, Song Yaozhi and Grandma Shen sat in the living room of the old Lu household, while Song Yubin and Shen Third stood outside the door, not entering.
Old Lu came out from the room, holding a quaint little box in both hands. In front of the two of them, he lifted the small lid.
Song Yaozhi reached out and picked up the Plum Blossom Hairpin that lay quietly inside, carefully stroking it, examining it, and confirming it. Then she took out the two Plum Blossom Hairpins belonging to herself and Grandma Shen from her pocket. Thus, the three Plum Blossom Hairpins were neatly arranged on the table.
