Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Lin Qi froze with a cautious smile on his face. He didn't speak, but his attitude was very clear. No matter what Yu Tanqiu said, he would take Yu Tanqiu back.

Yu Tanqiu had nothing to do with Lynch like this, and after thinking about it for a while, he began to curse, very vicious and ugly, stabbing Lynch in the heart.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and he made up his mind to make a clean break with Lynch.

But Lynch just held the umbrella, and stood up to his scolding with a pale face, with a naturally sad expression.

Cursing and cursing, Yu Tanqiu shut up.

Lynch... actually cried.

Big teardrops rolled down from the deep sunken eye sockets, slid across the delicate and pale face, and when they fell to the corners of the mouth, the pale pink lips twitched slightly, showing unconscious sadness.

It was not the first time Yu Tanqiu saw Lynch shed tears.

Every year on the anniversary of Yu Boju's death, Lynch would sit behind the house holding the white porcelain jar, stroking the cold piece of white porcelain with his hands, his back bent slowly, and when he turned around, a pair of red eyes met Shangyu Tanqiu's gaze, and then He wiped his eyes in panic and tried to cover up, and the watery light flashed from the corner of his eyes.

Poor Yu Tanqiu wanted to hold him in his arms, wrap his arms around his thin shoulders, kiss his pale face, and tell him 'You still have me'.

Yu Tanqiu's lips trembled, and he walked quickly to Lynch. Lynch trembled because of his aggressiveness, and a trace of fear slipped across his bewildered face. Yu Tanqiu's voice was hoarse and rough. "Go away if you are afraid."

Lynch's sunken eyeballs were like a pool of spring water, and a little tear glistened under Yu Tanqiu's scolding. He tremblingly stretched out his hand to grab Yu Tanqiu's thin wrist, "Come back with me."

The skin on Yu Tanqiu's wrist suddenly felt like it was on fire. Lynch was a tailor and had to deal with top-grade silk and satin every day. His hands were well maintained, and the palms were delicate and hot...Yu Tanqiu suddenly grabbed Lynch's hand with his backhand, and Lynch's hand was very hot. Hot, and then followed Lin Qi's face, Lin Qi's cheeks were flushed, not only ran out after Yu Tanqiu, but also seemed to be sick.

"You have a fever," Yu Tanqiu suppressed his heartache, let go of his hand, and said cruelly, "If you don't want to die outside, go back quickly."

Lynch immediately grabbed Yu Tanqiu's arm again, he held it tightly, breathed rapidly, looked pleadingly, and slowly shook his head, "Let's go back together, when I beg you..."

"You——" Yu Tanqiu seemed to be torn in two. The half of him had bowed his head to Lynch, wishing he could kneel down and beg Lynch to love him right now. The other half of him really wanted to kill Lynch before killing himself. , all went underground, and then caught Yu Boju, so that the matter could be explained clearly.

This is an unbreakable knot.

Yu Tanqiu gritted his teeth, with a sullen expression on his immature face, he suddenly retracted his wrist, Lin Qi clenched it tightly, half of his body was pressed against Yu Tanqiu, the two were so close, Lynch could see the eyes of Yu Tanqiu spreading of red blood.

Yu Tanqiu stared at him, showing his bright teeth, and forced out every single word from the gap between his teeth, "You-don't-want-re-regret."

"Come in," Lynch pushed open the dark red door, and there was a low "squeak" from the door. He shook his robe and said in a shy voice, "It's not a big place. It's all packed for you."

Yu Tanqiu squeezed Lin Qi's arm with a cold face, Lin Qi covered his arm, and showed a shy smile on his face when Yu Tanqiu intertwined.

At first glance, he is a good-natured person who can be rubbed round and flattened by others.

Yu Tanqiu's temperament is deep in his bones, his father's recklessness, his mother's stubbornness, his youthful ignorance, his youth's bewilderment, and his middle-aged viciousness. Awkward and childish.

Lynch followed behind him, and whispered to him the distribution of this small courtyard, their residence, the location of the kitchen, and where the money was kept. He said it very clearly and in detail. When a box of silver dollars was hidden under the third bluestone slab under Yu Tanqiu's bed, Yu Tanqiu finally became furious, "Are you confessing your last words?!"

Lynch kept silent, suddenly quieted down, coughed thinly from his throat and then held it back. Coughing is unstoppable, so Lynch followed Yu Tanqiu silently, coughing while walking.

Yu Tanqiu couldn't take it anymore, turned around and said, "Why are you following me? Why don't you go see a doctor!"

Lynch's eyes and nose were red, and he looked helpless and innocent, "I, I will take you to the house where you live."

Lynch's looks look old when young.

Too sunken eyes and layers of double eyelids seem to hide the secrets of the years, probably because of a secret love that cannot be loved, he is always sad, alone, lonely and deserted, when he was seventeen or eighteen years old, he suffered a great hatred Deeply like an overly mature youth.

After he really reached the age of youth, Lynch's appearance suddenly froze. Nianhua once again abandoned him, and he looked younger than others. It seemed that he had always looked like a mature youth, and he was getting more and more sad, like a The too old soul quietly hid in the incorruptible body, only his eyes were soft and kind, and sometimes even looked a little immature.

It was this kind of gaze that touched Yu Tanqiu's heart, and made Yu Tanqiu fall into it for a long time, unable to extricate himself.

"I heard it clearly," Yu Tanqiu turned from furious to cold, "Can you stay away from me?"

Lynch nodded dully, turned around and was about to leave, then turned around and handed the big bamboo umbrella in front of Yu Tanqiu, "It will rain in the next two days, you take it."

Yu Tanqiu looked down at the umbrella in Lynch's hand. The light brown bamboo handle was smooth and round, and it looked like the owner's daily necessities. He held it in those pale and clean hands and complemented each other perfectly. Snatching the umbrella that was so suitable for him from those hands, Yu Tanqiu turned his face away, and said coldly in the autumn wind - "Don't worry about it."

Lin Qi stood in the courtyard and looked at Yu Tan Qiushang's thin back and sighed softly. With this sigh, he coughed again. Yu Tanqiu, who was about to enter the house, turned his head suddenly, his movements and eyes were strong. The ground was like a comma, and he said in a vicious voice: "Get out of here! I really want to break your leg..."

Lynch smiled vaguely, like a doting parent, nodded silently and turned around.

"I told you to go see a doctor, do you understand?"

Lynch looked back and smiled at Yu Tanqiu again. This time he smiled deeply. When he smiled deeply, there would be a very faint dimple on his left cheek, making him look more tender, "Thank you."

Yu Tanqiu snatched the door and entered the house, a tiger running wild in his heart, ready to bite someone!

Lin Qi obediently went to see the doctor with an umbrella in hand. Yu Tanqiu looked like he was about to lose his nerve at any time. He didn't plan to spend any effort to correct it, and he probably couldn't correct it. Yu Tanqiu became like this because he died, etc. After a few years, when he passes that threshold, Yu Tanqiu will gradually get better.

This is also Lynch's work experience.

Now what he can do, what he has to do is to cultivate the frail Yu Tanqiu into a strong and powerful young man.

After returning from the pharmacy, Lynch went back to the tailor shop. It was not too early or too late. He changed into a robe, drank a few cups of tea to moisten his throat, forced his hoarse voice to hang up, and rushed to the Wu mansion with his assistant.

Mrs. Wu is Mr. Wu's newly married wife. She is a foreigner. When she first entered Jiangcheng, she went to several gatherings in the wive circle. She wears western clothes all day long and doesn't go on stage. Mr. Wu also asked her to make some cheongsams to wear with him on important occasions.

"Master Lin, you think it's weird." Mrs. Wu is very young, her voice is soft and glutinous, and she struggles to speak the awkward Jiangcheng dialect with a little accent, which sounds cute and coquettish. Bought in Paris...Do you know Paris?"

Lynch measured Mrs. Wu's size, and said softly, "I've heard, it's in France."

"Yes, France, don't be too high-end, hum."

"Mrs. Wu, raise your hand."

Mrs. Wu raised her two soft long arms and pouted her lips. She is only eighteen years old this year, and her pouting is not at all contrived. Although she is someone else's wife, she is actually a young girl. It’s not pretty, the cheongsam is so old-fashioned.”

"Don't worry, Mrs. Wu," Lynch wrote down the size neatly, keeping his face as far away from the back of Mrs. Wu's neck as possible. The perfume on Mrs. Wu's body was so strong that he couldn't help sneezing, "I won't be old-fashioned. "

Mrs. Wu rolled her pretty eyes, still unhappy.

After measuring the size, Lynch took a fabric book to choose patterns for Mrs. Wu. Mrs. Wu didn't want to make a cheongsam at all, so she couldn't find faults at all. Holding a cup of black tea and frowning, a finger painted bright red messed with the fabric book. Poke, think that one is too red, this one is too flowery, left and right are not satisfied.

"Yo, this is making clothes."

A deep male voice floated along with the scent of roses, and Lynch, who was standing bent over, took a step back a little nervously.

"Darling~" Mrs. Wu put down the exquisite tea set and fluttered in people's arms like a bird.

Wu Zhiyuan hugged his newly married wife, but his eyes fell on Lin Qi who was bending over, "Master Lin is here."

Lynch raised his head and wanted to speak, but he couldn't help but let out a sneeze that he had suppressed for a long time. The sound of his sneeze was not loud, but it sounded Mrs. Wu's alarm.

"Master Lin, do you have a cold?" Mrs. Wu was delicate and frail, rubbing her hands in panic, "Ah, is it contagious?"

"Sorry." Lynch covered his mouth and nose and took a step back. "I caught a cold last night. Don't worry, Mrs. Wu. I'll be leaving now."

"A little cold, what are you afraid of." Wu Zhiyuan let go, strode over, and casually opened the thick book that Lynch was holding in his arms.

Mrs. Wu stood on the spot, rubbed her shoulders, felt that her nose seemed to be itching, wrinkled her nose tenderly, and said to Wu Zhiyuan: "Anyway, it's for you to see, you choose, I'm going to go up and change it." clothes."

Mrs. Wu ran into the hall from the garden, and yelled at the servant to bring her water.

Wu Zhiyuan looked back at the french windows, and the slender figure had disappeared on the stairs. He turned his face, opened the cloth book in his hand, put his hand on the silver and white crescent cloth, and said to Lynch with a drooping face: "Master Lin, how about this?"

Lynch took a look, "Very good."

"I also think it's good," Wu Zhiyuan said leisurely, "It's as bright as the moon, very clean white, just like human skin." As he spoke, his eyes glanced over Lin Qi's pale side face intentionally or unintentionally.

Lynch remained silent and did not answer.

Wu Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and looked at Lynch with a vague smile, "Why don't you talk?"

"Mr. Wu chooses, I'll listen." Lynch said respectfully.

Wu Zhiyuan couldn't tell Lynch's age. He only thought that he was about thirty, or maybe just over thirty. In short, it looked very vague. Anyway, the two should be about the same age. He wanted to ask Lin Qi several times. Strange, but also feel that the relationship between the two is not enough.

Lynch's age and the relationship between them are the same in Wu Zhiyuan's mind, ambiguous and very interesting.