Chapter 54

The last word "Fu" on the courtyard gate was pasted by He Jianshan with the help of Lin Hui. As Lin Hui shook hands, he walked around the room to make sure that all the things that should be posted were posted: It turned out that the work that was procrastinated in one day was completed in half a day with his efforts.

It was noon now, and Lin Hui looked at He Jianshan and asked, "Are you hungry, let me take you to eat?"

In a sense, Lin Hui grew up eating food from hundreds of families. Lin Zhuang was small, and everyone in the village felt that it was not easy for Grandma Lin Hui to help. When the old man was busy, Lin Hui was able to eat from the beginning of the village to the end of the village for half a month in a row; even this house was built thanks to NF's contributions from the village. This is also the reason why Lin Hui insisted on coming back for a visit after his grandmother's death-there are fewer and fewer people in the village, young people are all settling down in the city, and the elders who watched him grow up, also one day Older than a day. Maybe one day, they will suddenly leave like their grandma, so before that day comes, take a look.

He Jianshan looked at Lin Hui and said with a smile: "Then I'm going to touch your light today."

Lin Hui took He Jianshan straight to the second aunt's house next door. Although the second aunt didn't understand why a "colleague hill" suddenly appeared after a while, she still warmly served them meals.

"Xiaoshan, why is your company so early? Come on, eat more, my family's vegetables are delicious." The second aunt looked at Lin Hui's colleagues curiously while serving the vegetables enthusiastically. Aged, when he doesn't speak, he is very serious, like a leader.

"Yes, I happened to be here on a business trip." He Jianshan paused for a while, as if he was not used to such affectionate greetings, but he quickly returned to the countryside and smiled, "Thank you, Second Aunt."

Lin Hui was already hungry, and he didn't say a word, just listening to He Jianshan chatting with the second aunt, he couldn't stop eating with one chopstick on the left and the other on the right.

The second aunt suddenly remembered something, and said to He Jianshan mysteriously: "Xiao Shan, Xiao Hui talked about a girlfriend in the company, do you know him too?"

"Cough cough—" He Jianshan suddenly choked, "Huh?"

Lin Hui was about to die of laughter, so he quickly said, "It's in the same department as him."

The second aunt's eyes lit up, and she was about to leave to add some soup to them, but she immediately sat down again: "Tell me, how is the girl?"

Lin Hui continued to add fuel and jealousy: "Second aunt, you don't know, at our company's annual meeting, he sat at a table with my girlfriend, and then I sent a message to my girlfriend and was laughed at by him."

The second aunt laughed as soon as she heard it: "You still say that people laugh at you, and you yourself say that the person is very good-looking, cooks deliciously, and keeps letting you go, so I want to ask, did you make it up? Come out to make the second aunt happy?"

Lin Hui repeatedly said: "You are right, let my colleagues be convincing."

He Jianshan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but the elder on the opposite side was still looking at him expectantly. He thought about it seriously, and said, "The appearance and character are still... OK... I don't know what to say about the rest, but it is indeed a good match for Lin Hui."

As if he didn't know what to do, he added: "It's a perfect match."

Lin Hui, who was eating silently by the side, couldn't help laughing.

After dinner, Lin Hui said to take He Jianshan to see the village, and the two started walking along the country road.

There are many farmlands in Linzhuang, and at a glance, the vision is very broad. Of course, it is also far colder than the city because there is no shelter. It was a little windy in the afternoon. He Jianshan was wearing the clothes he usually wears in Jinghua. It was light and beautiful, but it was not resistant to the wind. Lin Hui glanced at it and untied the scarf and wrapped it around him.

He Jianshan did not refuse. He wasn't actually cold, but for him, the temperature from Lin Hui on the scarf was too tempting.

The two casually walked and watched, Lin Hui pointed to a small bridge not far away, and said, "When I was a child, this bridge was a long stone slab with the width of two people. It was very slippery when it rained. Once I slipped and fell into the In the river, fortunately the water is shallow, so I calmly shouted 'help' and the neighbors who passed by pulled me up."

"My grandmother was very angry and went to the village to ask for advice, saying that the bridge is too dangerous. Even if I don't fall down today, others will fall down tomorrow, so I can't keep doing it like this. Later, the village applied for the cost and rebuilt the bridge. "

"The river under the bridge is where I fish for lobsters. It flows to the back of my house and runs through the entire village. When I was in junior high school, a sluice was built upstream. Slowly, the Living Water River became less alive, but There are still a lot of people who come to fish.”

"And over there, it's not a vegetable field, it's a drying field."

"In summer, after the wheat is cut, the adults in the village will build a lot of haystacks on the drying field, one big haystack in one place. My favorite is to play hide-and-seek with my friends in the drying field, and then climb on the haystack to hide. stand up."

He Jianshan looked at Lin Hui, he never knew that Duan Fang Ru Lin Hui was so mischievous: "I thought you were a very good child when you were young, just like an adult doing things, you move a small stool to sit there and read a book. ."

Lin Hui was overjoyed: "You misunderstood me a bit."

Lin Hui stopped in front of the drying field that was already full of vegetables. He watched quietly for a while, and couldn't help but close his eyes: the sun was melting, the wind was warm, the air was hot, he was sweating profusely, He ran happily and cheered, and above his head, the bird flew over with a "swoosh", leaving behind an invisible arc.

"You're right, He Jianshan." Lin Hui opened his eyes and said, "I like summer."

He Jianshan was stunned for a moment, remembering that this was the first time Lin Hui came to his house, he asked him on the balcony, "Do you like summer very much?"

"I like summer, night, white roses, and rice with soup," Lin turned around and laughed, "I also like you very, very much."

"There are so many things I like in this world."

He Jianshan could hardly move his eyes.

He couldn't see Lin Hui enough, he couldn't see enough. If possible, he hoped that Lin Hui could live in his eyes forever.

He Jianshan stood quietly, and then said, "Actually, on the way here, I have been thinking about how to explain the pen to you. I know you don't care, but when I knew about this, I I really care about it.”

It shouldn't be Lin Hui.

It shouldn't be that Lin went back to bear this darkness, no matter where it came from, whether it was intentional or not, whether he was hurt or not. He Jianshan's heart was filled with guilt and panic. He was so eager to see him, to explain, to confess, and to tell him the most real thoughts in his heart. But when Lin Hui really appeared in front of him, he found that he couldn't speak.

Even he will have a day of timidity.

But they knew each other so well that he didn't even need to say anything, Lin Hui understood everything. He grabbed in front of He Jianshan, asked him if he wanted to see what the two things in his eyes looked like, and then told the story that he wanted to know but was afraid to know.

In the story, there are Lin Hui's friends and family, Lin Hui's childhood and college, the pain and confusion that He Jianshan has never touched, and the happiness and wanton he has never had. Then, he saw Lin Hui take a step. Step by step in front of him.

It was at that time that He Jianshan suddenly understood: it could only be Lin Hui.

He Jianshan never thought that when Lin Hui stood there and slowly spread out the knife he picked up from the mud to show himself, it had already turned into a rose. He is like the top magician in the world, completing a performance that no one can refuse.

He gave him roses.

This rich return gift can only be given to him by Lin Hui.

If it is said that the existence of the fountain pen has kept He Jianshan like a stinger in his throat for a long time, then just today, Lin Hui has personally pulled out the last thorn growing in the flesh.

"But, these are not important anymore. Now I just think that I am very lucky." He Jianshan looked at Lin Hui, "There are so many people in this world, and among so many people—"

Among so many people, only one Lin Hui came to his side.

He thought that Lin Hui was right. "Muse" is just a pen, this pen draws a line between him and Lin Hui, and then Lin Hui walks towards him along the line.

"When we get back to Jinghua, let's replace the cake and pen in the Honey Pot Fund gift bag."

Lin Hui exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Wow—"

He Jianshan laughed: "They are yours, they can only be yours."

"Who was it that wanted to quickly get the pen back in the first place?"

He Jianshan honestly admitted: "It's me."

"Then who is suddenly thinking about it now and thinks this is a souvenir?"

"still me."

Lin Hui smiled: "They are mine, and so are you."

He Jianshan nodded seriously: "Yes, I belong to you."

Joys and sorrows, body and soul, love/lust and enthusiasm, everything about him belongs to the person in front of him. He had already begun to look forward to it, and when they were both old, it would be so grateful and content to recall every step they took towards each other.

"Take me to see grandma."

Lin Hui nodded.

When the two returned home, Lin Hui pulled out a pair of scissors and handed them to He Jianshan: "Let's go to the yard to cut a bunch of wax plums."

Lin Hui was picking and choosing on the wax plum tree, and He Jianshan cut off the wax plum blossoms one after another in the direction he pointed. After a while, Lin Hui was already holding a bunch of them in his hand.

He took He Jianshan through the courtyard gate to the back of the house, where there was a tall tree with a grave below. There were some scraps of paper money in front of the grave that had not been burnt clean. It must have been Lin Hui who came to worship in the morning. He Jianshan took the plum blossoms and placed them in front of the grave, and said softly, "Grandma, I am He Jianshan."

Lin Hui waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for He Jianshan's next sentence. He couldn't help laughing and said, "No, you talk too little. My grandma doesn't like people who talk less. Look at me and say-"

"Grandma, this is the person I told you about. I'll bring him to meet you."

"I'm not wrong, he looks very handsome."

"He cooks deliciously, too. Look at me, I'm getting fat."

"Is this sweet plum blossom? I chose it, he cut it."

"Let me tell you, we are doing fine in Jinghua, don't worry about me."

"I can travel without a person in the future."

"Grandma, I miss you a little..."

The wind blew Lin Hui's voice away, and they fell into the cold winter air with the aroma of winter plums, and then melted into the soil.

"Grandma...I...have home again..."

He Jianshan held Lin Hui's hand.

After a while, Lin Hui murmured, "I don't know if grandma heard it."

"I will hear." He Jianshan raised his head,

"When spring comes, the wind will tell her."

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The penultimate chapter.