I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Lin Jin talked about what had happened during this period of time, who he met and what happened, leaving out every detail.

"When Xianglian told me this, I really wanted to call him a demon monk who was spreading rumors to confuse the public." Lin Jin sniffed, his eyes red, "But what's the point of saying more?"

She had argued hysterically with Xianglian at first, but now she thought that even if she won, what would it matter? Song Shixia would never come back.

"Sister Shi Xia, sometimes I really don't understand why there are so many variables, why can't everyone be smooth sailing, there must be so much torture, making people suffer, and in the end they say that these are all training." The breath exhaled by Lin Jin condensed into white frost.

Yin Fushu sat on the tree and listened to her mutterings brought by the cold wind. She had originally planned to sweep the snow here, but when she saw someone coming, she hurriedly hid. After all, she and Song Shixia did not have a big relationship, and it was not appropriate to guard the tomb here. However, she did not want to hear all of Lin Jin's muttering.

She lowered her eyes slightly and pursed her lips. She didn't expect that Song Shixia's death was also related to her.

She looked at Lin Jin's back, intending to wait until he left before going down, but after waiting for a long time, Lin Jin just sat there leaning against Song Shixia's tombstone motionless. She always felt something was wrong, so she quickly jumped down from the tree.

Although Yin Fushu's fall was very light, it still made some noise. Lin Jin must have heard it, but Lin Jin remained motionless.

She had a bad feeling in her heart and hurried to her side, only to find that Lin Jin had fallen asleep leaning against the tombstone, but her face was abnormally red. She reached out and touched Lin Jin's face, and the warmth passed into her palm.

"Why are you coming up the mountain to get into the cold wind when you're already sick?" Yin Fushu quickly carried Lin Jin on his back and ran down the mountain. "If you die in the mountain like this, no one will know."

Although Yin Fushu was not as strong as Xi Lilong, he was strong. Although it was a bit strenuous to carry Lin Jin, his steps were still steady. He didn't shout until he saw the figure at the foot of the mountain: "Hey!"

Jingshan looked up when he heard the voice. Although he didn't recognize Yin Fushu, he recognized Lin Jin's clothes. He quickly went over to take her over: "Madam, what happened? She was fine just now."

"What do you mean she was fine just now? Your wife is sick, and you let her go up the mountain to face the cold wind." Yin Fushu handed the person over to them. "If I hadn't happened to be on the mountain, you wouldn't even know if she froze to death."

Yin Fushu looked at Lin Jin with complicated eyes, but soon retracted his gaze: "Take her back quickly. The living should always live well. Why torture yourself for a dead person? If your body is ruined, who will it be? Don't care about yourself, always care about others."

Lin Jin opened her eyes hazily, and felt as if she saw Song Shixia, as if she had returned to the time when she was sick. Song Shixia blamed her for not taking care of her body. She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

Jingshan supported Lin Jin and looked at the horse again. They did not take a carriage this time, and they might get a cold if they rode back on horseback.

Yin Fushu also noticed it. He didn't expect Lin Jin to come here on horseback. He took the person back and said, "Go and ask the doctor to come over. My home is on the other side of the mountain."

Hers was the only family living on the back of Wanfu Mountain, so they could see it as soon as they got there. She glanced at the other two people, carried Lin Jin on her back, and walked step by step towards home.

Jing Shi and the others could only follow Yin Fushu and hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you, young lady. What is your name?"

"My surname is Yin." Yin Fushu spat out two words coldly.

After they arrived, she asked two people to open the door. She carried Lin Jin to her room and put her on the bed. She directed them to get busy: "Light up the brazier, and boil a pot of hot water to make some ginger tea."

The two of them didn't say anything and just did their job according to what she said.

Lin Jin felt someone feeding her water while she was half asleep and half awake. The feeling of ginger water entering her throat made her frown and try to hide, but the next second her face was pinched and she was forced to drink a bowl of ginger tea. She could only drink it with a frown.

"Miss Yin, you..." Jing Shu hesitated to speak, wanting her to be gentler, but was given a sidelong glance by the other party and quickly stopped himself from saying anything.

"She's already sick, but you still let her do whatever she wants. Do you want her to die?" Yin Fushu used a clean towel to wipe the corners of Lin Jin's lips, and then covered her tightly with the quilt.

Lin Jin felt hot and sweaty, and her throat was dry and painful, but occasionally a warm current came to ease her discomfort. This went on for an unknown amount of time before she finally opened her eyes in a daze.

She thought she saw Song Shixia, but when she looked more carefully, she found that it was the person she least wanted to see. She looked at the unfamiliar environment and asked, "Where is this?"

"This is my home. You fainted from the cold on the mountain." Yin Fushu closed the book after hearing the voice and looked at her helplessly, "Don't you know you are sick?"

Lin Jin's fever hadn't completely subsided yet, and her head was dizzy: "Oh, thank you."

Yin Fushu turned his face away: "No need to thank me, it's just a simple thing."

"Why are you on the mountain? Are you here to see Sister Shi Xia?" Lin Jin huddled in the quilt and couldn't help asking, "You knew who I was from the beginning, right?"

She knew that Yin Fushu could not be blamed for this matter, and Song Shixia's death had nothing to do with him. But when she thought about the fact that Yin Fushu had obtained all of Song Shixia's memories, she didn't know how to face Yin Fushu. She didn't know whether to be angry or what to do.

"I thought it was just a coincidence..."

"You are sure about the questions you asked later." Lin Jin really liked Yin Fushu at the beginning. Now thinking about it, it was because Yin Fushu gave her the same feeling as Song Shixia, very gentle. In the end, because Yin Fushu defended Song Shixia at the Zheqing Meeting, her affection for Yin Fushu doubled.

"Yes." Yin Fushu couldn't deny that she was indeed testing Lin Jin at the beginning, but she didn't expect that Lin Jin was actually alive. "I'm sorry for hiding it from you."

"No need to apologize. You didn't need to tell me in the first place. You didn't do anything." Lin Jin didn't need her apology. If something like this happened to her, she didn't know how to tell the other person. What to say? Saying that she got the memory of another person or something like that would be really ridiculous.

Yin Fushu is not her sister Shi Xia either. Although Yin Fushu's situation seems to have gained the memories of his previous life, even if she is really a reincarnation, she is not her sister Shi Xia.

Yin Fushu said nothing, and went to bring the medicine that had been warmed to her: "Drink the medicine. The doctor said that you have been overworked recently and have been exposed to cold wind. You need to take good care of yourself."

Lin Jin sat up, took the medicine bowl, and drank the medicine: "Thank you, I feel much better now, I will go back first."

Yin Fushu hummed.

Lin Jin put on her coat, shoes and socks, and felt a little cold just after coming out of bed. The three brothers of the Jing family were discussing whether to wait for Lin Jin to get better before going back, otherwise it would be too much trouble, but then they saw Lin Jin coming out.

"lady!"

"Let's go back." Lin Jin nodded, still feeling a little dizzy.

"Well... oh, okay, the carriage is ready, madam, please be careful." Jingshan didn't dare to say anything more, and hurriedly brought the horse stool for Lin Jin to get on the carriage. He turned around to look at Yin Fushu's house, scratched his head but still didn't ask anything.

Lin Jin lifted the curtain, looked at Yin Fushu, pursed her lips slightly, and lowered the curtain without saying anything, blocking their view.