Assistant Lin Has Something To Say

The last word "Fu" on the gate was pasted by He Jianshan with Lin Hui's help.Lin Hui clapped his hands and went around the house to make sure that everything that needed to be posted had been posted: it turned out that the work that was procrastinated for a day was finished in half a day thanks to his efforts.

It was noon now, Lin Hui looked at He Jianshan, and asked, "Are you hungry, I'll take you there for dinner?"

In a sense, Lin Hui also grew up eating a variety of meals.Lin Zhuang is small, and everyone in the village feels sorry for Grandma Lin Hui, so they help if they can.When the old man was busy, Lin Hui could eat from the beginning of the village to the end of the village for half a month; even this house was built thanks to the help of NF from the village.This is also the reason why Lin Hui insisted on coming back after his grandmother passed away—there were fewer and fewer people in the village. Older than a day.Maybe one day, they will leave suddenly like their own grandma, so before that day comes, it's worth taking a look.

He Jianshan looked at Lin Hui and said with a smile, "Then today I'll be in your shoes."

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

"Xiaoshan, your company puts it so early? Come on, eat more, my vegetables are delicious." The second aunt enthusiastically took the vegetables, and at the same time looked at Lin Hui's colleagues curiously: he looked at how much longer than Lin Hui Aged, very serious when not speaking, like a leader.

"Yes, I happened to be here on a business trip." He Jianshan paused for a moment, as if he was not used to such intimate greetings, but he soon went to do as the Romans did, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Second Aunt."

Lin Hui was already hungry, so he didn't say a word, just listened to He Jianshan chatting with the second aunt, and 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: "Xiaoshan, Xiaohui has a girlfriend in the company, do you know her too?"

"Ahem—" He Jianshan choked suddenly, "Huh?"

Lin Hui was dying of laughter, so he quickly said, "He's in the same department."

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

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

The second aunt laughed as soon as she heard it: "You still say that people make fun of you, and you yourself say that your partner is very good-looking, cooks delicious food, and you always let you. I would like to ask if you made up Come out to make 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 opposite was still looking at him expectantly.He thought about it seriously, and said: "The appearance and character are not bad...it's okay...I don't know what else to say, but it really matches Lin Hui."

He seemed to have more than enough to say, and added: "It matches very well."

Lin Hui, who was eating in a muffled voice, couldn't help laughing.

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

There are a lot of farmland in Lin Zhuang, and at a glance, the field of vision is very wide.Of course, because there is no shelter, it is much colder here than in the city.There was a bit of wind in the afternoon, and He Jianshan was wearing the clothes he often wore in Jinghua. They were light and good-looking, but they were not resistant to the wind. Lin Hui took a look, then untied the scarf and wrapped it around him.

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

The two walked and watched casually, Lin Hui pointed to a small bridge not far away, and said: "When I was young, this bridge was a long stone slab as wide as two people. It was very slippery when it rained. Once I slipped and fell into the bridge." In the river, luckily the river is shallow, so I calmly shouted 'Help', and a passing neighbor pulled me up."

"My grandma was very angry. She went to the village to ask for an explanation. She said that the bridge was too dangerous. Even if I didn't fall off today, someone else would fall off tomorrow. I can't keep doing this. Later, the village applied for fees from the above and rebuilt the bridge. "

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

"And there, it turns out that it's not a vegetable field, but a drying field."

"In summer, after the wheat is harvested, the adults in the village will pile up a lot of haystacks on the drying yard, one big haystack for each area. My favorite thing is to play hide-and-seek with my friends in the drying yard, and then climb to the haystacks to hide stand up."

He Jianshan looked at Lin Hui, he never knew Lin Hui could be so naughty when he was Duanfang Ruan: "I thought you were the kind of very obedient child when you were a child, the kind where adults do things and 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 yard full of vegetables. He looked at it quietly for a while, and couldn't help closing his eyes: the sun was melting, the wind was warm, and the air was hot. He was sweating profusely. Cheering and running happily, the bird flew past overhead, 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 in soup," Lin turned his head 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 away.

He couldn't get enough of Lin Hui, he couldn't get enough of it.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 it, I I really care about it."

It shouldn't be Lin Hui.

It shouldn't be Lin who goes back to bear the gloom, no matter where it came from, whether it was intentional or not, whether he was hurt or not.He Jianshan's heart was occupied by guilt and panic, he wanted to see him so eagerly, wanted to explain, wanted to confess, wanted to tell him all the truest 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 timid days.

But they knew each other so well that Lin Hui understood everything without even saying anything.He rushed ahead 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 university, the pain and bewilderment that He Jianshan has never touched, and the happiness and wantonness he has never had. Then, he saw Lin Hui step by step Step up to himself.

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

He Jianshan never thought that when Lin Hui stood there and slowly unfolded the knife picked up from the mud for him to see, 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 generous return gift can only be given to him by Lin Hui.

If for a long time, the existence of the pen made He Jianshan feel like a thorn in his throat, then today, Lin Hui has pulled out the last thorn in his flesh and blood with his own hands.

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

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

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

"Then who was eager to get the pen back in the first place?"

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

"Then who suddenly thought about it now, thinking that this is a souvenir?"

"still me."

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

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

Joy, anger, sorrow, body and soul, love/desire and enthusiasm, everything about him belongs to the person in front of him.He has already begun to look forward to it, when they are old, how happy and satisfied they will be when they recall every step they took towards each other.

"Take me to see grandma."

Lin Hui nodded.

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

Lin Hui was picking and picking from the wintersweet tree, and He Jianshan cut one after another wintersweet flowers according to the direction he pointed. After a while, Lin Hui had a bunch of them in his hand.

He led He Jianshan through the courtyard gate to the back of the house, where there was a tall tree with a grave under it.There were some scraps of paper money in front of the grave that hadn't been burned. It should be that Lin Hui came to worship in the morning.He Jianshan took wintersweet flowers 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 too little, let me say—"

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

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

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

"Is this wintersweet fragrant? I chose it, and he cut it."

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

"I don't have to travel alone in the future."

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

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

"Grandma... I... have a 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 it." He Jianshan raised his head,

"Wait until spring, the wind will tell her."

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