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"Director Lin, you never end in person." Li Bing bit his lip as he looked at Lin Qingqian, who was as straight as a green pine, and said, "This time, Director Lin and Director Song must compete for fame." , the winner takes all, the loser..."

Lin Qingqian lowered her head and stared at Li Bing condescendingly.

Li Bing has also been in the business world for more than 30 years. Today, she was suppressed by a young man for the first time. She looked at Lin Qingqian with a calm and cold expression, took half a step back, pursed her lips and shook her head, "Qingqian, no matter how much I have Can't say anymore."

"Why did Mom send you here?" Lin Qingqian slowly closed her eyes, restraining her sharpness a little.

"I don't know what Lin Dong is thinking," Li Bing chuckled, "Who knows what Lin Dong is thinking? She is always unpredictable, and she wants people to guess her mind."

"For example, this time, she told me about the recent situation. I asked: 'Then should I tell Qingqian?', and she said: 'What do you think?'"

"I'll just guess, what else can I do."

Li Bing said to himself, Lin Qingqian looked at her, looked at her thawed face, and said slowly, "Then you think you should tell me."

"Yes," Li Bing looked at her, "I have been with Director Lin for a long time, and Director Lin is a gambler at heart."

"When she is ordered to be in danger, she plays games on the tip of the knife. No matter how stable she looks, she is still a gambler at heart."

"I guess, she is trying to force you." Li Bing shrugged, "Instinct."

"There is another possibility," Lin Qingqian said slowly, clenching her fingers tightly, "We are the kindling."

Lin's two legal heirs and a core director with real power in this small village would not believe anyone who said that they had no intention of starting anew.

"maybe."

Li Bing felt that the aura of the woman in front of her was slowly receding, and she even looked like a defeated dog.The woman picked up a chair and sat down, fingers crossed.The temporary board room had no windows, but there was a small opening in the wall behind her, and the strong golden sunlight on the plateau sprayed in through the small opening, illuminating half of her face.

The dejected Lin Qingqian was shining brightly.

"Mr. Li," she said wearily, "can't we change the facts?"

Li Bing walked forward slowly, caressed the young Lin heir's head carefully, touched her soft hair with the palm of his hand, comforted the frustrated young man, and said softly, "You have to trust Lin Dong."

"Even a gambler will not make a gamble that has no chance of winning. There must be a chance somewhere."

"No, Mr. Li, you don't understand," Lin Qingqian said in a low voice, "This is a settled fact, we have already lost."

"It's fate, it's an unsolvable problem. Even if the process can be changed, the result can't be changed. God will correct the mistakes."

There are only a few lines of words in black and white in her mind, a few words, the truth between the lines may be the current bloody storm.

Li Bing stared blankly at the depressed woman, a little bit wanting to laugh at her, a materialist, for believing such things, and a little creepy.

Lin Qingqian, who was bathed in the golden sunlight, spoke words of despair expressionlessly.

It was like reciting a hymn.

A strange atmosphere in the room gradually became oppressive and heavy, the sunlight slowly moved westward, and there was no longer sunlight in the small hole, and the room became dark.

Lin Qingqian sat with her elbows on her knees and her eyes closed.

Li Bing was a little anxious: one of the hidden tasks Lin Zhiyin gave her was to stimulate Lin Qingqian's subjective initiative, to be active, and to maintain her mental health.But now that she looked like this, she felt that it was possible for Lin Qingqian to cut her wrist with a knife in the next second.

"Boss Lin, you..." She wanted to persuade her, but was suppressed by Lin Qingqian's powerful negative emotions.

"Bang!" The door of the board room was opened with a bang, and the sunlight flooded in and drowned the darkness. An excited Song Qingyue stood at the door, "Lin Qingqian! I'll show you around!"

Seeing the dull atmosphere in the room, she was taken aback, "Are you guys talking about business?"

Lin Qingqian nodded, but was picked up by Li Bing and handed to Song Qingyue, "Miss Yue, we are fine now, you take President Lin for a stroll!"

She quickly closed the door, preventing Lin Qingqian from coming back in frustration.

Song Qingyue saw Li Bing winking wildly, then looked at the dejected Lin Qingqian, understood something, pretended not to know, held her hand, seriously and solemnly, "Lin Qingqian, do you want to see my mother?"

Lin Qingqian was taken aback, although her mind was still depressed without thinking, but her subconscious quickly made a decision, "Let's go!"

Song Qingyue took Lin Qingqian's hand and continued walking slowly up the mountain.

"There is no way to go up, because there is nothing to go." Song Qingyue pulled Lin Qingqian's clothes to the highest zipper, checked that there was no exposed skin, and put on a hat for her, "Be careful of those thorns, with thorns. , but sharp."

Lin Qingqian silently looked at the girl whose brows and eyes were no longer green, then suddenly reached out and stroked her head.

"Why? With the claws back, I still hope to grow taller!" Song Qingyue quickly slapped Lin Qingqian's hand off, picked up a thick branch from the ground, and pushed aside the weeds, barely revealing a cane Passing a person's path, she walked over with Lin Qingqian's shoulders on her shoulders.

"Mom was buried halfway up the mountain. When she passed away, she sold everything she could sell except for a few beds. She didn't have much money to do things. After hearing the news, she took me back and took care of it. .”

"So, I can't hate Mom anyway. To be honest, when you didn't become what you are now, Mom was much more important than you in my heart."

Lin Qingqian pinched her face, "Then you still wanted to sneak away?"

"Isn't that young and ignorant?" Song Qingyue sighed, "In retrospect, Mom probably knew about it long ago and didn't interfere. If I really ran away, she would definitely watch me secretly."

"That's not true." Lin Qing smiled slightly, wrapping his arms around Song Qingyue's waist.

"Hey, don't move! There are bugs on you!" Song Qingyue exclaimed suddenly.

Lin Qingqian suddenly thought of all kinds of bugs—the blue bugs commonly known as "hanging ghosts" would hang a long thread from the tree and dangle with the wind, and occasionally land on people's heads; A centipede crawls with its claws and swims past your instep; a palm-sized long-haired spider crawls past your back, causing goosebumps; a snake suddenly sprang out from the bushes, hissing and swimming away.

Song Qingyue felt that Lin Qingqian's muscles tensed up, and white sweat even appeared on his forehead.

"Ah, it's a butterfly." She suppressed a smile and pointed it to Lin Qingqian.

On Lin Qingqian's left shoulder, there was a pale yellow cauliflower butterfly.

Lin Qingqian looked down, her tense body slowly relaxed, but she became angry from embarrassment, "Song Qingyue, you are getting fatter!"

"Hush," Song Qingyue blushed, coughing slightly to hide his happiness, "Don't scare it away."

"It's not spring now, why is there such a butterfly?" Song Qing looked at its thin butterfly wings and asked Lin Qingqian curiously.

Lin Qingqian was taken aback for a moment, remembering the time when he saw it before.

In front of Lin Zhide's tomb, when Chen Yingfeng paid homage to Chen Donghuo on the set.

Now it's time to see Song Qingyue's mother.

Huge unreal and absurd feelings suddenly appeared in her heart. Looking up at the sky, there is even a mechanism that this is a virtual game and meeting the cauliflower butterfly can trigger the task of "paying respect to the deceased".

"Ah, I checked, and it's still there at this time, but it's rare, because the altitude on the mountain is high." Song Qingyue retracted his phone, and also woke up Lin Qingqian, who was beginning to become idealistic, "Hey, hey, I told you not to mess around. Move, it flies!"

"If you fly, fly away." Lin Qingqian's three views were smashed just now and then picked up by Song Qingyue and glued together. At this time, she was still a little panting. She supported Song Qingyue's arm and said softly, "Does it keep flying?" If I don’t fly, I won’t leave.”

"Okay, okay, we'll be there after another turn, let's go quickly." Song Qingyue pushed and pushed Lin Qingqian, yelling.

After walking for dozens of steps, he suddenly became enlightened.

"Look," Song Qingyue stepped forward and pulled a few weeds, "I told you, I will never hate Mom."

It was a good tomb. Even though the wind and frost and the sense of age made it look dilapidated, it still reflected the exquisite materials and geomantic omen.

"Mom asked someone to order it." Song Qingyue broke off a pine branch, cleaned the countertop, then squatted down, opened the black bag that he had been carrying in his hand, and peeled off the yellow paper money while thinking.

"Mom, I came to see you. I haven't been back for a long time. Don't blame me."

Suddenly the wind picked up.

The breeze rustled through the branches.

"I knew you were angry." Song Qingyue smiled, then watched as Lin Qingqian squatted down and helped her fold the paper money, "Don't tell me, you are even more angry, I will call someone else's mother instead." , is the hostess who took me away from that family, she was very kind to me."

The wind stopped.

"What? Are you really angry? Hey, no, I'm going to marry her baby. Yes, I'm getting married soon. Don't be angry."

There is no sound.

"Oh, by the way, it's a girl, can you accept it?" Song Qingyue lit the stack of paper money that had already been folded, not paying attention to the direction of the wind, and was choked by the thick smoke.

She was so smoked that she burst into tears, and she was still cursing, "If you don't accept it, you won't accept it, you stubborn old man."

Lin Qingqian shifted to the upwind direction silently, but still felt her eyes a little sore.

"Let me tell you, there's nothing you can do if you don't accept it. Anyway, you can't control me if you sleep underneath. I've decided on her for the rest of my life."

She pulled Lin Qingqian and brought her head closer, "Look, Pan Liangtiaoshun is a girl, she is so pretty, she has money, and she can cook. Didn't you always say that if you can drink chicken soup twice a year, you will be fine?" Is it a good life? She can stew different kinds of chicken soup from all over the world for you every day for a year without repeating."

She poked Lin Qingqian's waist and sobbed, "Lin Qingqian, why are you standing there, just smile."

Lin Qingqian pursed her lips, and then lifted the corners of her lips ugly.

"Hey, I won't kneel down on you, forget about the incense sticks, the floor is dirty, and I still feel sorry for my pants, you can understand."

"It's still you telling me that people can't kneel at any time."

Song Qingyue took out another bottle of wine from the bag—the kind of rice wine made by the villagers themselves, and he was still nagging, "I know you don't drink, but you still brought the bottle because I will After drinking, you should drink with me." Lin Qingqian took out a tissue, wiped off the three porcelain cups embedded in the ground, watched Song Qingyue pour the first two cups, and then handed the wine bottle to her, " Won't you toast Mom?"

Lin Qingqian took the bottle and filled the third glass.

"Mom," Song Qingyue looked at the black-and-white photo of the woman on the tombstone, remained silent for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence, "I will almost never see you in my dreams."

Lin Qingqian pressed Song Qingyue's head on her shoulder, feeling the warmth and wetness flowing wantonly on her shoulder.

Song cauliflower.

The name is engraved on the tombstone.

The photo is of a smiling woman with no light in her eyes.

Probably because of chasing light, the light yellow cauliflower butterfly flew over and threw itself into the flames.

The tongue of flames rose suddenly, and the cauliflower butterfly was buried in the gray paper ash.

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