Forced to become his stand-in wife

Ling Qiu was the person Qin Muyang wanted to protect before he was alive. Now that Qin Muyang is gone, he has to help him protect him so that no one will hurt him.

Qin's father glared at the assistant and gritted his teeth. The hand that was raised in mid-air finally dropped powerlessly. He turned around and glanced at the crowd of onlookers around him.

"What are you looking at? Go back if you have nothing to do."

Knowing that Qin's father was in a bad mood, the people around him didn't dare to touch him, so they went about their business with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

The assistant took Ling Qiu to the hall, and with strange eyes Ling Qiu lit up the incense.

Qin Muyang's funeral was not a big deal, and he was buried in the ground in a hurry after receiving it.

"Where is he buried?" Ling Qiu asked.

"I'll take you there."

Ling Qiu whispered: "Yes."

Ling Qiu followed behind the assistant with his head down, whispering in his ears, most of them were bad words, Ling Qiu didn't care, he had heard all the bad things, let alone these.

Ling Qiu's memory of the ancestral house was still at the age of 12, and he glanced around lightly, not much different from the appearance in memory.

The osmanthus trees in the courtyard are more than half a meter in diameter, with luxuriant branches and leaves. Now is the season of osmanthus, the golden stamens are full of branches, and the fragrance is overflowing.

There are also various fruit trees in the yard, the most eye-catching one is the grape trellis. The grapes have just come out, and the small ones are still green. It will take another half a month to wait until they are truly ripe.

In the ancestral house, Ling Qiu left many good memories. He left when he was 12 years old and never came back. Now he came back to attend Qin Muyang's funeral. It's ridiculous to think about it.

"It's here, that's it." The assistant stopped.

Ling Qiu stood where he was, it turned out to be here

Looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of him, he seemed to have returned to the year when he was seven years old.

He has a vague memory of the first meeting with Qin Muyang. When Qin Muyang talked to him, he only had a vague memory. Standing here now, he remembered everything.

It was on this tree that he met Qin Muyang for the first time. Mu beside the tree had already erected a monument, and he just had to engrave the words.

The assistant put the snacks brought by the side, and then babbled to the tomb, just like when Qin Muyang was around, he told him about the work.

Ling Qiu stood there motionless like a sculpture.

After the assistant babbled a lot, he turned to Ling Qiu and said, "Mr. Ling, you and Mr. Qin should also talk to each other, and we won't be able to talk in the future."

Ling Qiu asked: "Can he hear it?"

The assistant thought for a while and replied, "I don't know if I can hear you or not. I just know that it will make me feel better when I speak."

Ling Qiu shook his head, he didn't like talking to him when he was alive, and now that he's dead, he doesn't want to.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the assistant just knelt down and started burning papers, one by one, the smoke was lingering, and his eyes were red from the smoke.

"Mr. Ling, do you hate Mr. Qin?"

Ling Qiu didn't make a sound for a long time, just when the assistant thought he wouldn't answer, he said: "Hate."

His eye sockets were still very red, tears trickled down the corners of his eyes, and the teardrops rolled down to his chin and fell to the ground and disappeared.

The assistant has never hated anyone. He has lived smoothly for more than 20 years. He doesn't know what it feels like to hate someone, but he guesses that hating someone should not shed tears.

The assistant looked at the glittering tears in Ling Qiu's eyes, and felt uncomfortable, so he went to the side to smoke.

A gust of cool wind blew, Ling Qiu felt a coolness on his face, he touched it only to find that he was in tears.

He would not be sad when Qin Muyang died, the tears were just smoked out.

When the assistant came back after smoking two cigarettes, Ling Qiu had already got up, and there was a pile of ashes in front of the tomb.

"Mr. Ling, are you going back?"

"Well, go back."

Back in City A, Ling Qiu didn't stay long, and after arranging a moving company, he left with his luggage.

The moving company went ahead, and he followed behind, still the assistant to see him off.

Ling Qiu decided to stay in City C, the assistant pursed his lips and didn't say much.

After arriving at the place, the assistant did not leave but continued to follow Ling Qiu, threatening to leave only after he settles down.

According to Qin Muyang's mandatory divorce agreement, he had to arrange Ling Qiu's residence.

The best place is close to the hospital and school. The Qin family has a lot of investment properties in City C.

He took out a document and gave it to Ling Qiu, "Mr. Ling, take a look at these houses and buy whichever you like?"

Ling Qiu glanced at him and returned it to him: "I don't want it."

"don't want?"

"I rent the house myself, the same as before."

The same as before, that is, renting next to the garbage dump and working under the bridge?How can this work?

The assistant wasn't too surprised, because he had already guessed it.

"Mr. Ling, I know it's difficult for you to accept Mr. Qin's money, but you have to think about your daughter. You think you can live a hard life, but what about Qiqi?"

"Have you ever thought about Qiqi, she is only four years old, she suffers from heart disease, and needs a lot of medical expenses every month, as well as tuition and living expenses in the future, have you thought about it?"

Ling Qiu pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word.

Seeing his stubborn temper, the assistant was a little annoyed. It's good to have ambition, but what's the use of your lack of ambition?

The assistant wanted to scold but didn't dare to scold. He sighed deeply, and said earnestly, "Qiqi only has you as a father. She needs your company. You don't want Xiqi to become like President Qin, do you?"

If you have money, you can get medical treatment. Don't even get into the hospital when you have an attack.

Ling Qiu's eyes froze for a moment, listening to the assistant's persuasion sentence after sentence, his heart became tighter and tighter as if being pinched by a small hand, and he felt flustered with pain.

Seeing Ling Qiu's tense face start to loosen slightly, the assistant knew that he had listened to the words.

"You have already signed the divorce agreement, and there is nothing missing from the above, so you can keep it, and use it for investment and business. When you have money, you can call me if you want to pay it back. Of course, what's the matter?" Contact me if needed."

This time Ling Qiu didn't refuse, he lowered his head and said flatly: "Okay."

Ling Qiu looked at the house very carefully. For future consideration, the hospital and school are very close to home, and the transportation is also convenient.

The house has been decorated, and you can live in it immediately after moving in.

The assistant looked at the empty house like an old lady, and couldn't help but add things to it. He moved very quickly and finished it in three days.

After his handling, the new home is full of human atmosphere, as if he has lived in it for a year.

"Mr. Ling, there is still work in City A, so I'll go back first."

"Thank you these few days." Ling Qiu really thanked him, and bowed when he said thank you.

"This is what I should do." The main reason is that Mr. Qin told him before his death.

When the assistant left, Ling Qiu took Xiqi to see him off, seeing him off after seeing him too much, Qiqi's eyes turned slightly red but did not shed tears.

After returning, Qi Qi asked, "Dad, will we always live here from now on?"

"Well, this time I won't move again."

This is a new home, and it is also a new life for Ling Qiu.

Qiqi looked up at the ring on Ling Qiu's left ring finger, and at some point there was an extra stone around his neck, on which the word "Yang" faintly appeared.

In the autumn when Qin Muyang left, Ling Qiu took Qiqi to the osmanthus forest in City C. The osmanthus bloomed for half a month, and there are still some of them now.

After agreeing, Ling Qiu picked some sweet-scented osmanthus with Qiqi, intending to use it to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake and sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

Osmanthus cake is eaten during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and osmanthus wine can be eaten during the Chinese New Year.

After Ling Qiu finished making the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he shared a small piece for Xi Qi to taste, it tasted sweet and sweet with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

On the dining table, there were three bowls, and Ling Qiu put a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the opposite bowl.

Qiqi didn't understand why there was an osmanthus cake in a bowl on the table, but no one was eating it.

Ling Qiu looked at the other side in a daze, that person was gone, and he would never be able to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake again.

In the first year of Qin Muyang's New Year's Eve, Qi Qi couldn't make it through the night and went to bed early. This year, only Ling Qiu watched the New Year's Eve fireworks.

The fireworks were beautiful, but not the best in his memory.

After watching the fireworks, he took out the sweet-scented osmanthus wine that had already been brewed. The wine tasted very strong and the scent of osmanthus was faint.

Ling Qiu took a sip of a small glass, and the wine smelled acrid in his throat, and after the acridity disappeared, a warm feeling slowly spread from his stomach to his whole body.

Ling Qiu seldom drank alcohol, and he could get drunk if he couldn't drink enough. He was so dizzy that he poured one glass after another. When he was almost drunk, he stopped and said subconsciously: "Osmanthus wine, do you want to try it?" "

After all the wine glasses were raised, he remembered that the person who wanted to drink the sweet-scented osmanthus wine had died half a month ago.

He lowered his head and smiled, laughing until tears flowed out, mixed with the wine, his stomach was full of bitterness.It is said that the scourge lasted for thousands of years, but how come you are not 28?

From now on, every year when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, Ling Qiu will go to pick some sweet-scented osmanthus to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes to make sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and by the way he will break a few branches and put them outside the door.Qi Qi asked, "Dad, why don't you put the sweet-scented osmanthus in it?"

"Because" Ling Qiu licked these two words, and didn't finish the sentence.

"Dad, do you like sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Ling Qiu nodded and shook his head again: "It's not like I like it."

Qiqi didn't understand anymore.

The sweet-scented osmanthus was stored for two days before it broke, the leaves turned yellow, and the sweet-scented osmanthus with larger rice grains fell all over the ground, but the fragrance was still there.

Ling Qiu picked up the withered osmanthus and threw it away, and when he went out, he looked at the osmanthus downstairs again.

Because, there is a person who likes sweet-scented osmanthus very much. He puts it at the door of his house. Maybe he can find it when he smells it.

The osmanthus flowers bloom in August, but the old man has not yet returned.

Qin Muyang died, on the first day when the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed that year, before he had time to see it, he died.

Is death painful?It's hard for Qin Muyang to explain. He has been plagued by illness for five years, and death is more like a physical relief for him.

But the feeling in my heart is difficult to explain with pain. It is a kind of emotional collapse, despair, and thousands of swords piercing the heart, which hurts the heart.

At the time of death, vision, hearing, touch, and smell will slowly disappear, and memories are turning in his mind like a revolving lantern, from clear to blurred, and then plunged into darkness

"Wake up, Mu Yang, you're at your grandfather's house."