perfect stand-in

After Cheng Hui was born, Lin Youzhan didn't go back to the house where they lived together, as if they had made an appointment, and Shao Mingyu didn't call to ask about it.

We met again on the 11th and 19th, Lin Yourong's death day, at Xinlong Cemetery.

When Lin Youzhan, his mother and He Jin went in, Shao Mingyu was already there, looking at Lin Yourong's fresh and clean smile on the tombstone, his eyes were full of loneliness.

Lin Youzhan suddenly had an urge to run away, resisted it, walked in with flowers, and found a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstones of Lin Yourong and his wife Qin Shuman, layered and delicate.

Seeing someone in front of her youngest son's grave, Jiang Ximin was a little confused for a moment.And He Jin squinted his eyes, looking probing and dangerous.

When Shao Ming saw them coming over, he immediately put away the loneliness in his eyes, and politely said to Jiang Ximin: "Hello, Auntie, I am Shao Mingyu, You Rong's high school classmate." After speaking, he nodded at Lin Youzhan and He Jin I've said hello.

"Oh, I remember you, you came to our house before." Jiang Ximin responded kindly, and He Jin nodded perfunctorily.

Lin Youzhan also held his head slightly restrained. He put a bouquet of calla lilies in front of Lin Yourong's tombstone, got up and wanted to pass Shao Mingyu to Qin Shuman's tomb. When Shao Ming saw him coming, he immediately turned his body away, Standing close to the edge of the narrow aisle.

Lin Youzhan's figure froze slightly, and immediately brushed against Shao Mingyu in a friendly manner, and put the calla lily in front of Qin Shuman's stele.

Lin Youzhan and Shao Mingyu did not speak, He Jin and Shao Mingyu had nothing to say at all, Jiang Ximin was immersed in the grief of his youngest son, and had no intention of being polite to Shao Mingyu.The cemetery was too quiet for a while, but fortunately, there were still things to do, so it wasn't too embarrassing.

The incense was burned, the grass was removed, and when there was nothing else to do, Jiang Ximin finally recovered from his sad mood, and chatted with Shao Mingyu.She was a tall woman with exquisite eyebrows and firm and powerful eyes. Even though her complexion was a little haggard because of the misfortune of her youngest son, she still had an undiminished bearing that no one dared to ignore.

"It's rare that Yourong still has a friend who misses him so much." When talking about his youngest son, Jiang Ximin's eyes were slightly sad.

"Auntie, don't say that. It's my honor to know and tolerate you." Shao Mingyu lowered his head slightly, his eyes were hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see clearly.

Lin Youzhan stood aside with his pockets in his pocket, suddenly felt awkward in his posture, and moved impatiently.

Jiang Ximin turned to Lin Yourong's tombstone, and said, "I read the newspaper last month, saying that the escaped murderer had been caught. Now that Yourong and Shuman are down here, there is nothing to worry about."

After chatting for a while, neither wave of people had any intention of leaving.Jiang Ximin looked at Lin Youzhan, and said softly, "Since you're here, let's take a look at your father."

Shao Mingyu was stunned: "Uncle..."

Jiang Ximin shook his head: "It's all a crime..."

In the photo on the tombstone, Lin Qizhong's face is serious and his eyes are determined, showing a rigorous and rigid expression that makes people not easy to get close to.But who would have thought that such a strong and persevering person would end up drunk and fall from a building because of business bankruptcy?

After another silent worship, it was getting late, and everyone left.Walking to the entrance of the cemetery, Shao Mingyu glanced at Jiang Ximin who was already sitting in the car, took Lin Youzhan's hand, and asked softly, "Are you back?"

Lin Youzhan looked into Shao Mingyu's eyes, sorrow and pain overflowed uncontrollably in his eyes.

go back?In what capacity do you return?Lin Youzhan, or Lin Yourong?Anyway, it shouldn't be "Lin Youzhan". The person Shao Ming met was Lin Yourong. Why should he "Lin Youzhan" live there?

Before Lin Youzhan could answer, He Jin had already squeezed into the middle of them one step ahead, glared at Shao Mingyu as if facing an enemy, and shouted in an extremely depressed voice: "Look clearly! He is Lin Youzhan." You Zhan! You are stuck in the past, don't let him play with you!"

Shao Mingyu looked directly at him, his lips were straightened, his expression was unpredictable: "Did I force him with a gun------"

Lin Youzhan pulled He Jin away, patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and turned to look at Shao Mingyu: "Go back."

He Jin gritted his teeth angrily, shook his hands and left.

Lin Youzhan got into the car, and Jiang Ximin rubbed his brows wearily as if he had put off his disguise: "How is your company doing recently?"

"It's almost time to open a second branch." Lin Youzhan replied.

"Not bad." Jiang Ximin nodded: "But it's still far from your father. Your father's company already had a branch when he was 30 years old." She looked far away, as if thinking of the past Time, after a pause, she said again: "Since it is such a critical juncture, you should keep an eye on it, don't make any mistakes, and make outsiders see the joke. Your mother is old, and she doesn't want to suffer any more blows."

"Yeah." Lin Youzhan nodded.

He Jin glanced in the rearview mirror at Jiang Ximin with his eyes closed and rested, then slowly started the car and drove out of Xinlong Cemetery.

"He Jin, look at how my painting is doing." Lin Youzhan held a cigarette in his right hand, twirled a painting in his left hand, and held it up for He Jin to see.

He Jin didn't turn his head.Ever since Lin Youzhan and Shao Mingyu lived together again, he has always been this indifferent.

"You kid." Lin Youzhan kicked him: "Show me quickly."

Only then did He Jin turn around slowly, without looking at the painting, he said directly: "No matter how good your painting is, Shao Mingyu won't really regard you as Lin Yourong------"

"Fuck you." Lin Youzhan kicked He Jin again: "I can't just like painting by myself?" He slowly rolled up the painting: "It's just that I prefer Taekwondo. I used to learn it I used to draw." I learned with You Rong, but You Rong is more talented and passionate than him.

"Why, I haven't read it yet." He Jin snatched the painting over and looked at it.

Nothing special, a window that opens outwards, and a pot of succulents is placed by the window sill. The focus is on the courtyard on the first floor from the perspective of the window. There are many flowers under the white fence, fresh and bright.

He Jin searched in his mind, determined that this was not the garden of Shao Mingyu's family, put the painting on the table, and commented: "It's much better than last time."

Lin Youzhan smiled smugly with a cigarette in his mouth.

The phone rang suddenly, and Lin Youzhan answered it. It was the head of the company's finance department: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Fu of Xingxing Real Estate suddenly wants to withdraw the capital. No matter what you say, it doesn't work. Come here quickly."

Lin Youzhan turned to explain the situation to He Jin, and the two got up and went out at the same time.As soon as he walked out the door, he saw a letter stuffed in the letter box hanging on the wall. Lin Youzhan frowned. This is the house where he lives alone, but he basically doesn't live here. He fills in He Jin for everything he sends. the address of.

He Jin also looked puzzled, walked over and took down the envelope, opened it to see that it was a copy of the indictment, the plaintiff Cheng Huisheng appealed to the defendant Lin Youzhan for intentional kidnapping and beating.