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

On the other side, Jiang Xiannan took a taxi from the school gate in the afternoon and went straight to Shili River with his camera on his back.

The sun was shining brightly, so she found a stall and sat down, watching the originally empty streets gradually become denser with people as get off work hours came.

Fireworks in the world ignited.

It happened that Xie Jiuan called her to go out to play. Jiang Xiannan looked at the people coming and going and said with a smile: "I won't go."

Listening to the shouting on the other side of the phone, Xie Jiuan asked: "Where are you?"

Jiang Xiannan took out the camera from his backpack: "Shilihe street sweeping, hang up first."

Her red sneakers splashed in the puddle, and she turned to look at the person shouting in the distance and raised her camera.

Hiding yourself in the crowd, a few streets, sunset, lights, fireflies, the most un-Beijing place in Beijing, it seems like you can slow down completely here.

Until nightfall, Jiang Xiannan was still sitting in the small attic in the open air, raising his camera to capture the inadvertent surprise of a certain moment.

Quan Yu sent Cui Sanning home, got in the car and dialed Jiang Xiannan's phone: "Where is he?"

Jiang Xiannan was eating a box of baked cold noodles: "In Shili River."

As the car drove out, Quan Yu said in a deep voice, "Wait there, I'll pick you up."

Jiang Xiannan said hello, and then asked, "Have you sent Sister Sang Ning back?"

"Yeah" Quan Yu responded.

After picking people up in the car, Jiang Xiannan sat in the passenger seat and looked through the photos she took today. At the red light, she handed them to Quan Yu to look at: "Uncle, do they look good?"

Quan Yu looked at it carefully: "Not bad."

When he said it was good, it was really good.

Jiang Xiannan said happily: "I think so too, it's really beautiful."

After a while, she muttered unconfidently: "I don't know if others will like it."

The green light turned on, and Quan Yu looked forward.

After listening to her words, he said calmly: "The prerequisite is that you like it yourself."

Jiang Xiannan was unsure: "What if others don't like my style?"

"so what?"

Quan Yu asked: "Will you change your style because of this?"

Jiang Xiannan didn't answer. She was still a little unsure, but secretly she didn't want to change.

Quan Yu did not force her to give an answer. She was still young and was not in a hurry to understand so quickly. She had the right to trial and error and confusion. If the sky fell, there would be someone to support her.

After a moment of silence, he said calmly: "What are you afraid of? It's not like you have no way out."

Jiang Xiannan looked sideways at his uncle and heard him say: "Is the family member dead?"

Jiang Xiannan was suddenly moved: "Uncle is the best!"

"Who on earth can be my aunt!"

Quan Yu said calmly: "I mean your parents."

snort! I do not believe. She just has the best uncle in the world.

Lin Langyin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a black nightgown, holding red wine in her hand and shaking it gently, looking at the brightly lit city below.

The phone rang, and I glanced at the connection. On the other side was a man pleading with tears in his eyes: "Langyin, can we not break up?"

The corners of Lin Langyin's mouth raised, with a hint of mockery on his face: "When you're with someone, just treat them well. It's your fault to fall in love."

"It's easy to get together and relax, don't contact us again."

Hang up the phone and block the phone number without any hesitation.

He drank the red wine in one gulp, turned around and bent down to put the wine glass on the table.

Just as he was about to go to bed, the phone rang again.

Frowning, it’s endless, isn’t it?

Glancing at the caller ID, her charming eyes suddenly turned cold and sharp.

He walked to the bar in the living room, put his phone on it, and let it ring until he hung up because no one answered.

He reached out and turned on the vinyl record player on the side. In the dark room, only the bar counter had a warm yellow light on.

The sound of the record was lazy and casual, and Lin Lang's voice under the light was charming and cool.

The phone rang again, so I just looked at it, tapped the bar with my fingertips, and clicked connect at the last second before hanging up, turning on the speakerphone.

She did not speak. The person over there might have heard the music. He hesitated for a few seconds before tentatively speaking, with an old voice: "Miss."

No one responded to him, but Lin Bo knew she was listening.

He continued: "The old gentleman is not in good health and was admitted to the hospital early this morning."

There was a long silence, and then I heard her cold voice: "Are you going to die?"

The old man replied: "The doctor said he will only live for about half a year."

Lin Langyin sneered: "How long will it take?"

He twirled the roses in the vase with his fingers: "Bo Lin, didn't I say you would tell me if you were going to die?"

Lin Bo explained: "He mentioned you in the hospital today and said he wanted to see you."

"Second Master and the others didn't agree, so they had a quarrel in the hospital."

"See me?" Lin Langyin smiled, as if watching a show

"What, you don't have money to buy a coffin and you are targeting me?"

"It seems that the 40% of the family property is divided unevenly among several people."

Uncle Lin over there didn't speak, he just said: "I know you don't want to hear about them."

"But this time, I'm afraid they will try to get your idea, so I want to let you know."

Lin Langyin's fox eyes were full of disdain and ridicule: "Uncle Lin, who among them has the ability to touch me."

When she was eighteen years old, the entire Lin family was already under her feet, relying on her to live, and no one could touch her.

She promised her father not to touch them, and she didn't bother to deal with them. After all, these beasts in human skins, she preferred to see them fetter themselves and reap the consequences.

After hanging up the phone, no longer feeling sleepy, Lin Langyin walked back to the bedroom and took out a bracelet with four black beads from the bedside table.

He came out and poured another glass of wine, sitting alone in front of the bar, hooking his index finger on the string with beads and swinging it back and forth.

That year, she went to the temple to carry her father's memorial tablet into the ancestral hall.

She asked for a string of four-seed Buddhist beads, but the monk in the temple told her that there was no four-seed bracelet, but she still wanted it.

The monk asked her what she meant.

She said it was four sins.

The monk said sincerely: "Since the donor has regrets in his heart, why should he entrust these external things to him?"

After taking a sip of red wine, Lin Langyin tossed the four-seed bracelet, raised the corners of his mouth, and chuckled in the night: "This...is not my sin."

It's someone else's... book of life and death.

There was moisture flickering in the corners of his eyes.

Dad, the first person is about to come down to face the judgment of hell. Just watch.

Wiping away the unshed tears, she told herself, Lin Langyin, don't cry, this is a great joy.

WeChat prompt sounds, slide the phone.

Jiang Xiannan: "Sister Langyin, please give me your opinion on the new photos I took today."

Looking through the photos she sent, his sharp eyes gradually softened.

She was completely different from herself, she knew it from the beginning.

Every shot under Jiang Xiannan's camera is beautiful and warm. Even a broken person like her is happy under her lens.

She is self-aware. People who have been abandoned like worn-out shoes really cannot take such loving photos.