Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Lin Langyin was taking a shower in the bathroom, and Cui Sanning took her cell phone out of the bedroom and called Quan Yu outside by the fence.

"When will you arrive the day after tomorrow?" Quan Yu's voice came over the phone.

Cui Sanning bent down and rested his elbows on the fence, looking down: "Ten o'clock in the evening."

Quan Yu was still sitting in the study at this moment. Hearing this, he said, "So late?"

Cui Sanning snorted lightly: "I have work the next day."

"Gotta get back."

Working with a museum is not as free as a studio receiving a private order.

But since she accepted it, she must be responsible.

Quan Yu signed the document and said, "I'll pick you up that night."

The corners of Cui Sanning's mouth raised: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Cui Sanning stood for a while, turned back to the bedroom, and then opened the door. Lin Langyin happened to come out of the bathroom.

She looked at Cui Sanning who was still standing outside the door and asked, "What are you going out for?"

Cui Sanning shook the phone: "Answered a call."

Lin Langyin was confused: "Who are you calling? Do you want to go out to call?"

With his mind racing, Cui Sanning answered subconsciously: "Work."

"What kind of job? Are you still on the phone so late?" Lin Langyin didn't understand.

"Took the order from the museum." Cui Sanning said casually, not wanting her to ask any more questions.

Immediately changed the subject: "I'm going to take a shower first."

After saying that, she took the pajamas Lin Langyin found for her and entered the bathroom.

When Lin Langyin heard that the order was from the museum, he knew it and had no doubts.

Sansan was graduating at the time, and she received offers from many museums. She even received invitations from national museums abroad.

She was stunned and didn't answer any of them, so she opened her own studio.

Her master asked her, what are you doing?

She said that if you want to be free, you can stop and take a rest when you are tired.

Then set sail again with full enthusiasm.

Although she said this, it seems that every time a domestic museum approached her for cooperation, she never refused.

She said that everyone has to bear some social responsibilities, and there are specialties in the art industry, and these are the responsibilities that she should bear.

Just like those charity photos you took.

Outside of life, there is always something meaningful to do.

The two of them were lying on the bed without turning off the lights. When sleeping in this house, Lin Langyin always turned on the lights.

After leaving the house, he felt normal again.

Because some shadows last a lifetime.

Lin Langyin held Cui Sanning's arm and said nothing.

It was reassuring to have them around.

Cui Sanning asked: "Are you going to the cemetery tomorrow morning?"

Lin Langyin closed his eyes: "Go."

How could she miss seeing him buried.

She would go to the cemetery in the morning and the ancestral hall in the afternoon.

"Sansan, I almost thought I was free."

He rested his head on Cui Sanning's shoulder, tears falling from the corners of his eyes and soaking the white quilt.

But as soon as she returned here, she became inferior, timid, afraid, and frightened.

"I thought nothing could trap me, but wherever they are, they remind me of who I am."

Cui Sanning hugged her: "You are a very good person."

"You have a father who is born with plump bones and is pure and clean."

"My grandfather often said that having such descendants is the result of the Lin family's many lifetimes of merit."

"You are his only daughter who was raised by him personally. How could you be so bad?"

"Ayin, the only family you have in the Lin family is your father, the others are nothing."

"In addition to your father, you have us."

Lin Langyin shook her head bitterly: "But I'm not, Sansan, I'm not my father's daughter."

"I am……

"You are." Cui Sanning told her firmly that she was Lin Zidu's daughter.

This secret is known to only the older generations of the Cui family and the Chi family, except for those involved in the Lin family.

So she is.

"Ayin, if you are not my uncle's daughter, then he really has nothing in this world."

"You are proof that he exists and is good."

"Everyone will think of him when they see you."

Lin Langyin looked into Cui Sanning's eyes with red eyes and repeated her words: "You will think of him when you see me."

"Yes." Cui Sanning's hand fell on her shoulder and patted her again and again.

"They will say, look, that is Lin Zidu's daughter, who is as good as her father."

Lin Langyin was not confident: "Is it excellent?"

Cui Sanning smiled and said: "Of course, Jiang Xiannan is such an independent girl. When she sees you, her eyes light up."

"How many people are lining up to ask you to take pictures."

"Those charity photos you took have helped many people in distress."

The words were firm and serious: "Ayin, you are awesome."

…………

Early the next morning, Chengxi Cemetery.

It was drizzling in the sky. Lin Langyin put her hands in the pockets of her black coat and looked at the tombstone expressionlessly. Lin Bo stood beside her holding an umbrella.

Lin Yuying and Lin Ciqing stood at the front as sons and daughters.

Bow in return to the relatives and friends who lined up to send chrysanthemums and condolences.

All were dressed smartly in black.

Lin Langyin stood on the side without stepping forward, watching them like an outsider.

Cui Sanning and Chi Suizhou stood side by side with her.

People always say that the dead are the most important.

It seems that all sins will disappear with death.

When living people talk about that person again, they seem to be silent about his faults.

But it is obvious that hatred is more unforgettable than love, so why should the person who has been hurt by him let go of the person who has been hurt by him?

Those injuries were real.

Is this really fair?

Cui Sanning took a moment to look at his phone, then looked up where he came from.

Someone in the crowd also saw it and reminded: "Mr. Cui is here."

Everyone looked up and saw a white-haired old man wearing a black gown and holding a cane. Someone was holding an umbrella for him and he approached calmly.

He was followed by several juniors, all of whom slowed down and walked behind him, and no one took a step beyond him.

The embroidery texture can be seen on the black gown. Although he is old, he is still elegant and elegant.

Cui Sanning and Chi Suizhou looked at each other, and Lin Langyin said to them: "I'm fine, you can go over first."

Cui Sanning nodded and went up to him with Chi Suizhou.

"Grandpa." Cui Sangning called the old man softly and gracefully.

Then he looked at the people behind him and greeted them in turn: "Uncle Song, Uncle Chi."

The person she called Uncle Song was her stepfather, Song Shoushuang's father.

And Uncle Chi next to him is Chi Suizhou's father.

Chi Suizhou also greeted him, and finally looked at his father and said, "Dad."

Father Chi nodded in response without smiling too much.

The occasion was not right, and the few people did not exchange much greetings.

Lin Yuying and Lin Ciqing happened to come over. Lin Yuying bent down and bowed respectfully: "Sir, you are here."