Chapter 124
Because even the cage owner's subconscious mind cannot take care of every aspect, and there will always be omissions in lying.
The round stamp on the envelope was dated May 6, 1918, and the square stamp on the returned letter was also dated May 17, 1918. It matches the date Mr. Li signed the letter.
Xie Wen took the letter in Wen Shi's hand, flipped through it and asked, "What day is the time in the diary?"
When Wen Shi took out the diary from his pocket, he turned to the dog-eared page. When he saw the date, he frowned: "May 19."
Xie Wen held up the letter and said, "What a coincidence, it's the same day as the nanny."
Mr. Li's letter did not mention the year in which the wet nurse died, but when he heard about it, he looked at the diary and suddenly realized that "May 19, 1913" was probably not a date written carelessly.
He rummaged through the mailbox again, and this time his goal was very clear - if the wet nurse really committed suicide by hanging from a beam on that day that year, then Mr. Li would probably mention it in the letter based on his habit of communicating with his wife.
Mr. Li is an organized person, and the letters he receives are arranged by date. Wenshi quickly found the ones from five years ago and picked out the three letters after May.
Before he explained the purpose, Xie Wen already took out one letter and said, "One letter per person, it seems faster."
When Xia Qiao heard this, he also accepted the letter, but his expression was confused.
"Do you know what you want to see?" Xie asked.
Xia Qiao's face was already red. This color obviously meant that he didn't know.
Xie Wen's eyes swept across Wen Shi's face, and he didn't know what he was thinking at that moment. Maybe it's because they are brothers from the same family, but they are very different.
"See if the letter mentions the passing of the nanny." Xie Wen said.
Xia Qiao nodded quickly and opened the letter.
He closed his mouth as soon as he opened it, eliminating the need for explanation. He lowered his eyes and opened the envelope. After a moment, he couldn't help but ask: "How do you know?"
Xie Wen raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his eyes, opened the letter and said, "Are you the only one who is smart?"
When he heard it, he should have choked back or simply ignored it, just like he was accustomed to do. But he stared at Xie Wen for a moment, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "Yes."
There was a "click" sound next to him, which was caused by Xia Qiao raising his head too violently. Xiaoqiao looked at his brother in shock. For a moment, it was difficult to tell whether his brother had taken the wrong medicine or his account had been hacked.
Xie Wen also looked over.
He didn't speak again when he heard it, he just lowered his head and scanned the contents of the letter in his hand.
This is a reply letter from Mr. Li's wife Xu Yarong. The date on the stamp is July 2, 1913, and the signature in the letter is June 14, 1913.
He scanned to the second line and saw the content about wet nurses.
"I often heard you mention the housekeeper and the young master of the Shen family before. Sister Cai didn't say much. She only said that she lived with her son Ajun in the Shen family. I didn’t expect to mention it again this time. It’s so sad that such a thing happened. How come a good person suddenly hangs his head?
Her son Ajun is about the same age as the young master of the Shen family, nine or ten years old? You have no one to rely on at such a young age. What will happen in the future? You should take more care of me. 』
Although she didn’t say much, she was certain of one thing—Mother Cai did pass away on May 19, 1913.
When he heard this, his eyes fell on the question in the letter, and he suddenly raised his head and asked: "Whose is the August letter?"
Xie asked: "This is me."
When Wen Shi asked, "Did you mention the reason why the wet nurse was hanging from the beam?"
Since Xu Yarong asked in the letter, "How come a good person suddenly hangs his head?" Normally, Mr. Li would more or less explain the reason in the next letter, so Xu Yarong will probably mention it in his reply.
Sure enough, Xie Wen pointed to a line of words in the letter and said: "Walk away."
This statement was a bit old-fashioned. When I heard it, I glanced at him and accepted the letter. I saw it written in it:
"Although it is very dangerous to burn the bed tent, we were rescued after all, and Miss Shen was not injured. I sincerely apologize and be more careful in the future. If it is not possible to quit this job and go home, why can't you think about it like this?"
Alas, I don’t know much, so I can’t comment. I just feel that this Sister Cai is also a pitiful person.
Is Miss Shen feeling better? Your letter said that she has a high fever, which makes me a little worried. She is the same age as our daughter, and I have never seen her face. Every time I see you mention her, what I think about is our daughter's face. Children are always afraid of fever, so they must be taken good care of and grow up. 』
Although the letter only mentions a few sentences, by piecing it together we can get a rough idea of the whole story——
I'm afraid that Cai's mother was careless that day, and the house caught fire, and something almost happened to Shen Manyi. Fortunately, it was caught in time and it did not cause a major disaster or a false alarm.
But Cai's mother couldn't get over that hurdle. As Mr. Li said in his letter, she once lived as a young lady, and then came to the Shen family when her family fell into decline. She was often depressed. Maybe I was afraid of people complaining, maybe I thought life was boring, so I gave up without thinking.
In Xia Qiao's letter from October, there was even less content about this matter. He only mentioned one sentence, "Do you still remember the third child of the Zhu family in our county?" I also had a high fever when I was a child, which made me look like that, similar to Miss Shen's illness. 』
When I heard about it, I folded the paper and put it back into the envelope. I carried the box back to the backyard door and put the letters that had been buried deep in the well into Mr. Li's hands.