My Dear People · Moon Evening

Probably because of the motivation of work, Lin Yilin has been working hard in Beijing for the past three months to heal his illnesses and heal his injuries, and he has also tried his best to be obedient and cooperative in the reconstruction, so at least he seemed to be in good spirits when he gave a lecture the day before.

His attainments in architecture are naturally limited by his age and experience, and he is not as superb as the old professors, but his cutting-edge ideas are still well received by the students—if Prince Lu insisted on sitting in the last row The auditorium made the classroom atmosphere indescribable. This was a good start to his educational career.

"I found that you are very suitable to be a teacher." The young master who picked him up without hesitation after class said, "If I had a teacher like you before, I would definitely study hard."

Lin Yilin lowered his head, carefully wiped the chalk dust on his slender fingers with a wet tissue, and replied, "Stop talking nonsense, which of your teachers is not better than me?"

"Maybe they are too ugly. Hearing those old people talking makes me want to sleep." Chen Lu nodded earnestly to confirm his thoughts.

Lin Yilin simply ignored the unreliable words, and changed the subject: "Don't come to school in the future, okay? The students are all peeking at you, so they didn't take notes."

"Cruel and ruthless, I won't come if you don't want me to come." Chen Lu snorted: "But today is your first lecture, and I have to be present for all your firsts."

Lin Yilin was amused and reached out to pinch his face.

Chen Lu stopped the car at the red light and said, "Now, to celebrate your new job, I want to give you a present."

Xiao Linzi was a little nervous when he heard that he was giving gifts. It seems that the young master strictly followed the principle of "the next gift must not be worse than the previous one". ?

As a well-known CBD in Beijing, the bustling Sanlitun is always full of people.

After the two stopped safely, they followed the elevator to avoid the flow of people and went up to the relatively clean top floor.

Lin Yilin was very curious: "What kind of gift, you won't give me a store, right?"

"It's not just a store, I registered a company under our name." Chen Lu helped him to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the newly renovated store, and said with a smile, "Look, do you like it?"

Sure enough, the big signboard reads "Daniel&Lin".

Xiao Linzi approached through the glass in surprise, and saw many extremely realistic house models placed up and down on the transparent counter inside.

With the cooperation of lighting, they seem to really exist in a microscopic world.

The appearance of these models is almost all derived from the design drafts he kept at home.

"I know you have a dream of being an architect, but now your body is so tight that you can't bear the heavy workload, so I want you to use this way to show your creativity." Chen Lu explained: "And in China In first-tier cities, it is not easy for young people to own their own houses and their own homes, and the customized models sold here are also their dreams. After proper publicity, they will definitely be popular.”

"Since when did you know so much about the sufferings of the people?" Lin Yilin tilted his head and smiled.

"I've always been sensible, okay?" Chen Lu replied.

"Thank you." Xiao Linzi reached out and hugged him: "I am very happy every time you give a gift, but you always have a way to make me happier."

"Happiness is the most desired result." Chen Lu patted his head: "Come in and have a look."

Years of education and work experience Lin Yilin is very good at making models, but the products here are still beautiful and he admires them.

"I recruited a lot of senior employees from the film and television company to make scene props, and the effect is not bad." Chen Lu said: "Purely handmade, each one is unique."

"Well, I really like it." Lin Yilin nodded: "I want to pick one to take home."

"Happy as you want." The eldest young master seemed to know that he had this request, and pretended to be magnanimous and stretched out his hand to signal, but the blue eyes still couldn't help but look left and right.

Fortunately, Lin Yilin's attention was drawn away by the little houses, and he didn't pay attention to his expression.

Looking at these warm, delicate, fairy tale-like, or future-like works is like looking at my own mental journey over the years, and even recalling the thoughts and feelings at the time of design.

After a while, it went from an ignorant student to a calm adult.

Xiao Linzi walks around in the unopened stores, and really loves everyone.

This violent burst of difficult choices didn't stop until he found a very ordinary small room.

Surprised, Lin Yilin picked up the small model from the shelf that was not considered tasteful ten years ago, stared blankly for a while, and then his eyes turned red.

Two bedrooms and one living room, simple decoration, ordinary.

No one will recognize it, but he will never forget it.

"This is what I learned to make, our first home." Chen Lu said beside him.

Yes, they were only teenagers at that time, impulsively said together, and then rented a small apartment together.

Yan Qingwei, who didn't know how to feel sad when she was young, came to the door to obstruct her, which was the biggest difficulty imaginable back then.

Lin Yilin, who lives in a small apartment, never thought that he and Chen Lu would come to this day.

"From the first day I fell in love with you, I want you to live happily. This wish is very simple." Chen Lu smiled: "It's a pity that I haven't been able to do it for more than ten years."

"I'm very happy. If I say I'm not happy, everyone won't be able to stand it." Lin Yilin wiped the corners of his eyes, hugged the little house made by Prince Lu, and said, "Don't worry about me anymore. I'm not feeling well, only Shen Xuan."

"Ah, I'm really a face control." Chen Lu explained with a headache: "Fortunately, he looks like a passerby."

Lin Yilin laughed again before she wiped away her tears: "You're kidding."

Chen Lu raised his eyebrows, he was only innocent if he believed it.

"I really don't want to leave you anymore." Lin Yilin changed into a serious expression: "I think every self who wanted to run away from you in the past was super stupid."

"This is the most sensible sentence you have ever said." Chen Lu reached out to help him wipe away the tears on his face: "Let's go, let's go home."

Lin Yilin held the model of the house in one hand, took his arm with the other, and followed behind him.

He has no home, as long as it is where Chen Lu wants to go, it is his home.

Nowadays people are very popular to talk about parallel worlds. It seems that there are indeed countless universes, and there are countless selves who live different lives because of different choices.

In the past, Lin Yilin also thought that, his relationship with Chen Lu was due to the fate of this life.

But now when he was in a coma on the snow mountain, the thoughts in his heart completely changed. At that time, it was really painful to die.

Hypothermic, exhausted, bruised.

But different from the impulse and instinct when I was young, after thinking about everything rationally, I still plan to go through life and death for a person, which is an irreversible firmness in life.

Even if he had to go through it again, he still didn't intend to change his mind.

He doesn’t want to change what he did wrong or right. Lin Yilin believes that this is inevitable among countless accidents. Every person in the vast universe must have his own path, just like someone floating in the endless darkness. roses in a glass case.

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☆, postscript

I never thought before that I would write a prologue to the story of Chen Lu and Lin Yilin.

But in the past eight years, the tempering of life has changed me too much. I read "Dear People" occasionally, and I have too many things to rethink.

In any case, I hope they are still them, in the ordinary and extraordinary, they still retain the original intention of loving each other.

The ups and downs, that's all.

The diary of each chapter is Lulu's sentiment.

Also mine.

Thanks to my readers, see you in the next story.

May 2015, 10 in Shanghai