MTL - Assistant Lin Has Something To Say-Chapter 54

The last "Fu" character on the courtyard gate was pasted by He Jianshan with the help of Lin Hui. Lin Hui walked around the room while shaking hands, making sure that all the things that should be posted were posted: It turned out that the work that was procrastinated in one day was completed in half a day with his efforts.

It was noon now, Lin Hui looked at He Jianshan and asked, "Are you hungry, let me take you to eat?"

In a sense, Lin Hui grew up eating hundreds of family meals. Lin Zhuang was small, and everyone in the village felt that it was not easy for Grandma Lin Hui to help. When the old man was busy, Lin Hui was able to 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 in the village. This is also the reason why Lin Hui insisted on coming back for a visit after his grandmother's death - there are fewer and fewer people in the village, young people are all settling down in the city, and the elders who watched him grow up are becoming more and more One day old. Maybe one day, they will suddenly leave like their grandma, so before that day comes, take a look.

He Jianshan looked at Lin Hui and smiled and said, "Then I'm going to touch your light today."

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

"Xiaoshan, is your company open so early? Come on, eat more, my family's vegetables are delicious." The second aunt ate the vegetables enthusiastically, while looking at Lin Hui's colleagues curiously: He looked at Bi Linhui a few years older, and when he didn't speak, he was very serious, like a leader.

"Yes, I just happened to be here for a business trip." He Jianshan paused for a while, and seemed a little unaccustomed to such affectionate greetings, but he quickly returned to the village and did as the custom, and said with a smile, "Thank you second aunt. "

Lin Hui was hungry for a long time, he didn't say a word, he just listened to He Jianshan chatting with the second aunt, and he 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 talked about a girlfriend in the company, do you know him too?"

"Cough cough—" He Jianshan suddenly choked, "Huh?"

Lin Hui was about to die of laughter, and quickly said, "It's in the same department as him."

Second aunt's eyes lit up, just about to leave to add some soup to them, she immediately sat down again: "Tell me, how is the girl?"

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

I want to ask, did you make it up to make the second aunt happy?"

Lin Hui repeatedly said: "You are right, let my colleagues be persuasive."

He Jianshan could not laugh or cry, but the elders opposite were still looking at him expectantly. He thought about it for a while, and said, "The appearance and character are still... OK... I don't know what to say about the others, but they are indeed a good match for Lin Hui."

He seemed to have no idea, and added: "It's a perfect match."

Lin Hui, who was eating silently, couldn't help laughing.

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

There are many farmland in Linzhuang, and the view is very broad. Of course, it is also far colder than the city because there is no shelter. It was a little windy in the afternoon. He Jianshan was wearing the clothes he usually wears in Jinghua. It was light and beautiful, but it was not resistant to the wind. Lin Hui glanced at it and untied the scarf and wrapped it around him.

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

The two casually walked and watched, Lin Hui pointed to a small bridge not far away, and said, "When I was a child, this bridge was a long stone slab with a width of two people, and it was very slippery when it rained. Once I slipped and fell into the river, but the water was shallow, so I calmly called 'help' and the neighbors pulled me up."

"My grandmother was very angry and went to the village to ask for advice, saying that this bridge is too dangerous, even if I don't fall off today, others will fall off tomorrow. The fee was applied and the bridge was rebuilt."

"The river under the bridge is where I fish for lobsters. It flows to the back of my house and runs through the whole village. When I was in junior high school, a sluice gate was built on the upstream side. Slowly, the running water The river is not so alive, but there are still quite a few people who come to fish."

"And over there, it's not a vegetable field, it's a drying field."

"In summer, after the wheat is cut, the adults in the village will build a lot of haystacks on the drying field, one big haystack in one place. My favorite is to play hide-and-seek with my friends in the drying field. , and then climbed onto the haystack to hide."

He Jianshan looked at Lin Hui, he never knew that Duan Fang Ru Lin Hui was so naughty when he said, "I thought you were a very good child when you were young. The kind that sits on a small stool and reads a book."

Lin Hui was overjoyed: "You misunderstood me a little."

Lin Hui stopped in front of the drying field that was already full of vegetables. He watched quietly for a while, and couldn't help but close his eyes: the sun is melting, the wind is warm, the air is hot Yes, he was sweating profusely, running happily and cheering on the drying field. Above his head, the birds flew over with a "swoosh", leaving 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, evenings, white roses, and rice with 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 look away.

He couldn't see Lin Hui enough, and he never couldn't see enough. 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 I When I found out about it, I really cared about it.”

It should not be Lin Hui.

It shouldn't be Lin who went back to bear this darkness, no matter where it came from, whether it was intentional or not, whether he was hurt or not. He Jianshan's heart was filled with guilt and panic. He was so eager to see him, to explain, to confess, and to tell him the most real 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 a timid day.

But they knew each other so well that he didn't even need to say anything, Lin Hui understood everything. He grabbed in front 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.

The story includes Lin Hui's friends and family, Lin Hui's childhood and college, the pain and confusion that He Jianshan has never touched, and the happiness and wanton he has never had , and then he saw Lin Hui walk in front of him step by step.

At that time, He Jianshan suddenly understood: it could only be Lin Hui.

He Jianshan never thought that when Lin Hui stood there and slowly spread the knife he picked up from the mud to himself, it had turned into a rose. appearance. He is like the top magician in the world, completing a performance that no one can refuse.

He gave him the rose.

This rich gift can only be given to him by Lin Hui.

If it is said that the existence of the pen has made He Jianshan like a sting in his throat for a long time, then just today, Lin Hui has personally pulled out the last thorn growing in the flesh.

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

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

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

"When we get back to Jinghua, let's replace the cake and pen in the Honey Pot Fund gift bag."

Lin Hui exclaimed, "Wow—"

He Jianshan laughed: "They are yours, they can only be yours."

"Who wanted to get the pen back in the first place?"

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

"Then who suddenly thinks this is a souvenir now?"

"It's still me."

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

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

The joys, sorrows and sorrows, body and soul, love/lust and enthusiasm, everything about him belongs to the person in front of him. He had already begun to look forward to it, and when they were both old, it would be so grateful and content to recall every step they took towards each other.

"Take me to see Grandma."

Lin Hui nodded.

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

Lin Hui was picking and choosing on the winter plum tree, He Jianshan cut off one branch after another in the direction he pointed, and after a while, Lin Hui was already holding a bunch of them.

He took He Jianshan through the courtyard gate to the back of the house, where there was a very tall tree with a grave below. There were some scraps of paper money in front of the grave that had not been burnt. It should have been Lin Hui who came to worship in the morning. He Jianshan took the plum blossom and placed it in front of the grave, and said softly, "Grandma, I am He Jianshan."

Lin Hui waited for a long time, but did not wait for He Jianshan's next sentence. He couldn't help laughing and said, "No, you talk too much. My grandma doesn't like people who talk less. Look at me and say-"

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

"I'm not mistaken, very handsome."

"He cooks deliciously, too. You see I'm fat."

"Is this sweet plum blossom? I chose it, he cut it."

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

"I can travel without a person in the future."

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

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

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

"The wind will tell her when spring comes."

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