It seems that I still can’t let it go.

"grandfather!"

Nan Song rushed into the back room, where Nan Sancai was squatting there with a cigarette butt in his mouth. He was so frightened by Nan Song's voice that he almost choked.

"Has the hairpin been repaired?"

Nan Song rushed over in three steps and looked at the wooden hairpin lying on the table, intact, as if it had never been broken.

Her eyes widened, she took the wooden hairpin into her hand and looked at it carefully, but she didn't see any trace of repair.

"Grandpa, your repair skills are so great now, there are no traces at all."

Nan Sancai puffed out a puff of smoke and said quietly: "I wish I were really that powerful. I really don't dare to take credit this time."

"What's the meaning?"

Nan Song looked at Mr. Nan with a puzzled face.

Nan Sancai sucked on his cigarette holder and said, "I told you a long time ago that this is no ordinary wood. Maybe it really has spirituality and its healing ability is stronger than other woods."

Nan Song was very surprised. He carefully looked at the wooden hairpin in his hand and found that not only the broken place disappeared, but also the blood stains on it seemed to have disappeared.

No, it didn't disappear, it penetrated.

The color of this wooden hairpin now looks much darker than before.

What exactly is going on?

Nan Song's heart jumped twice, as if his chest was about to expand and pop out.

As she covered her heart, the scene of Yu Jinwen holding the wooden hairpin suddenly flashed before her eyes.

"Click", a wooden hairpin broken into two parts fell from his palm.

The hairpin was stained with blood.

There was blood on his palms too.

But it seems that it was stained by a hairpin.

A thunderous "bang" struck Nan Song on the forehead. She had a splitting headache and bent over in pain, hugging her head.

***

An unknown island.

Flying gulls fluttered on the sea surface, rolling up layers of waves. A small boat slowly approached the shore from a distance, and a tall middle-aged man stood on it.

The face is very handsome.

He picked up two small fish from the small basket, whistled, and threw them towards the sky. Seagulls flew over and picked up the small fish accurately.

The boat docked, and an oriental woman with a bright face and perfect figure wearing a long white dress stepped on the soft silver sand with her bare feet and walked towards the coast.

"Did you catch a fish?" The woman made a trumpet with her hands and shouted to the man.

The man smiled, showed two big fat fish with his handle, threw them into the fish basket, and jumped out of the boat with agility.

He strode towards the woman, walked up to her, and frowned slightly.

"I'm not wearing shoes. The sea water is cold."

As he spoke, he moved his big hands over the woman's lower buttocks, gave her a daddy's hug, and held her in his arms.

The woman looked like she was used to being hugged. She put her jade arms around his neck, sniffed the sea smell on his body, and wrinkled her nose, "Mr. Nan, you smell so bad."

"Huh? Believe it or not, I will throw you into the sea and make you stink as much as me?"

"You dare." The woman said arrogantly, but her hands held his neck tightly, and she kissed him on the cheek with a strong desire for life.

The man's temper is gone and he says, "I don't dare."

He held her with one hand, lifted the fish basket with the other hand, and walked towards a small white house not far away.

"How are you today?" the man asked.

"My fingers keep moving, maybe I'm about to wake up."

The woman replied.
Chapter completed!