Grandma Xia coughed and said, regretfully, "It's all my fault. That day I went to see Little Nuan, and she was crying so hard, saying she didn't like the countryside.
After I got back, I thought, it's been so many years, it's time to forget. I had no other requests. Guilan and Xinshan were just as they were, and nothing was known of Xindong's life or death.
I just wanted to ask Second Child Xia to find Little Nuan a job at the county town grain station. I heard his name over the loudspeakers; he's in charge of that area. Though I'm uneducated, I knew that it would be a simple phone call for him to get my granddaughter into the county town granary.
At the time, I didn't tell anyone, thinking I'd inform you all once it was settled. But who could have anticipated to what extent..."
Her shaking hand pointed at the envelope.
Song Yunuan opened the envelope.
Inside was a half-broken dagger, without a handle, only the few centimeters long blade tip remained.
