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Lin Jin had needles, thread and Buddhist beads on her desk, but she was at a loss: "Even the thinnest needle used by the embroiderer can't string the beads in. How did they string the beads together in the first place?"

Is this the only way?

"Still can't string them together?" Liu Zhengqing was holding the news from the capital in his hand. When he came back, he saw Lin Jin looking at the Buddhist beads with a worried look on his face.

"Yes!" Lin Jin nodded heavily. She picked up a Buddhist bead and closed one eye to look at the hole of the bead. "How did it get in? There is no needle as thin as an ox hair."

The string is not as tough as hair, and it is impossible to thread the beads through such thin holes without a needle.

"This string of Buddhist beads is indeed a rare item, but since it's broken, why not just leave it as it is. If you like it, I'll find you a new one later." Liu Zhengqing knew that she really liked it, so he comforted her. Although the string of Buddhist beads was rare, it was not the only one.

Lin Jin hesitated and shook his head: "That's not the case. This string of Buddhist beads is different."

She doesn't like any Buddhist beads bracelets, but this one is different.

"What's so special about this?" Liu Zhengqing couldn't see any difference between this string of Buddhist beads and its rarity. "I know this is a gift from that old bald donkey, but he's just an old bald donkey."

Not a very important person either.

"Or do you believe what those people said, that the bald donkey knows some magic, and that the Buddhist beads have been blessed." Liu Zhengqing thought of the people of Daxia's admiration for Xianglian and Qingweizi, and felt a headache. "Even if that's the case, it's just a string of Buddhist beads. I can find it for you."

"Those magic spells are all lies. They are just for peace of mind and have no effect. But if you really want it, it's easy to do." Liu Zhengqing didn't want Lin Jin to be fooled by these words.

Lin Jin looked at him helplessly: "It's not because of this. And brother... forget it, forget it, anyway, you don't have a girl you like now, so there's no need to tell you these little details."

She didn't care about these things at all, and she was not reluctant to part with the beads because of the excuse that they were blessed.

"?" Liu Zhengqing looked at her in confusion, only saying half of the question, "Then why are you still bothering about this string of Buddhist beads?"

If it weren't for the care why would it take so much effort to string it together, and the reluctance revealed in the eyes.

Lin Jin thought about it, still just shook his head, and casually found a reason: "It's just because this string of Buddhist beads has been with me for a long time."

Some reasons were actually unknown to anyone except herself. Moreover, many people might not understand why she was reluctant to part with the bracelet. After all, it was not a gift from the other party, nor was it a relic...

"Brother, you know, I'm a bit nostalgic. Even if some things are not very important, I will be reluctant to part with them." Lin Jin was not lying to Liu Zhengqing. She really would develop feelings for the people and things that have always been with her. If something she likes very much suddenly breaks, she will buy an identical one.

Liu Zhengqing's eyes fell on the dozens of Buddhist beads, and he did not withdraw his gaze until Lin Jin put the beads back together. Something seemed to flash through his mind, but it flashed too fast for him to catch it.

"Ajin, these Buddhist beads..." Liu Zhengqing frowned before he finished his words. He didn't know what he wanted to say, but he asked unconsciously. He always felt like there was something he had forgotten.

"Well, what's wrong?" Lin Jin felt that his expression was a little strange, "What's wrong with the Buddhist beads?"

"It's okay." Liu Zhengqing didn't know what he wanted to say. He shook his head and shook off the strange thoughts in his mind. "Let's go back to the capital and think of a way. There are many skilled craftsmen in the capital. Although it's not that easy to string these Buddhist beads together, it's definitely possible."

Lin Jin bit her lip slightly. There was no other way except this. If she really couldn't find it, then forget it: "Well, I know, it doesn't matter if I can't string it together. I just don't want to let it go."

Liu Zhengqing was about to say that it was time for dinner, but at this moment he remembered what he had just forgotten to say: "You are reluctant to part with this string of beads because of Song Er?"

"Ah?" Lin Jin looked up in surprise, wondering how he could have discovered that she clearly didn't say anything.

"I remember Song Er also had a string of beads like this, but it had fewer beads than yours. I heard from Song Shiqiu that the beads were made from the same piece of wood as yours." Liu Zhengqing finally understood why Lin Jin cared so much about this string of beads. "Is that why you don't want to give it up?"

"Yeah." Lin Jin grabbed the cloth bag containing the Buddhist beads. It was indeed because of this, but it was not just because of this.

Liu Zhengqing took the bag from her hand and said, "Give it to me. I'll find someone to fix it for you later. The beads are all fine and not lost. Don't look so sad. I promise I can string them together again."

Lin Jin supported her face and tilted her head away from his eyes: "Well, thank you, brother."

"The first time I wore this string of Buddhist beads on my wrist, it was Sister Shi Xia who put it on me personally." This was the real reason, "But it suddenly broke for no apparent reason..."

In the absence of external force, disconnected...

"I don't like this feeling, and I don't want it to be broken. It will make me feel very sad." Every time a trace of Song Shixia disappeared, she would feel sad. It would make her feel that the world was forgetting Song Shixia and erasing the traces of Song Shixia's presence. "It would make me feel that she was leaving me again."

"There is a saying that the disappearance of the body is not the real death, but being forgotten is." So even if everyone has forgotten Song Shixia, she doesn't want to forget. Even if every memory is painful, she cannot forget.

Liu Zhengqing reached out and rubbed Lin Jin's head: "Why didn't you tell me."

"Originally, these are my own emotions. How can I affect you again and again?" Lin Jin's voice was muffled, and her nose was sore, but she still smiled, "I can't ask you to accompany me every time I'm sad. Memories are originally a personal matter."

It was she who took the initiative to jump into the deep pool of memories. How could she drag others into the water and let them drown?

She wants to live in the past, she can't let others bear her feelings.

"It's all my own fault. I failed to control my emotions." Lin Jin blinked away the moisture in her eyes. "But since brother said so, please help me fix it."

"Yeah." Liu Zhengqing put away the bag of Buddhist beads. "Actually, for you, Song Er has only been dead for less than two years."

"I discovered it a long time ago. Although you reappeared more than three years later, your behavior sometimes told me that in your eyes, it wasn't that long since we've been apart. That's why you couldn't react most of the time."

Lin Jin laughed dryly, embarrassed. It was mainly because of the time difference between the two time and space. There was nothing he could do about it. "That's right, but is there anything wrong with that?"

"There's nothing wrong. I just want you to not blame yourself so much, because Huaining and I went through the same thing during the one or two years after you left. It's normal for you to feel sad for Song Er, not to mention that Song Er is so important to you. It's probably difficult for you to get over her death."

Lin Jin never thought that such words would come out of Liu Zhengqing's mouth. After all, the other party has never been a person who can empathize with others.

"As for the impact... I don't think there will be any impact. Because I understand your sadness." Liu Zhengqing's smile looked like a compromise or resignation, "Song Er's death is indeed a pity."

"At the beginning, the entire capital was hung with white silk for her, so it is normal that she can't get out."