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The author has something to say: The double update will end at [-]:[-] tomorrow night.Xiao Wei is about to suffer, Qingyu is here.Xinkeng's "Night Tide Retreats" column can be seen. Interested friends can bookmark it and update it in a few days.

On February 27, the weather warmed up and it was a good spring.

Lin Qingyu and his group set off back to the south, carrying Wei Lin's undergarments they found from the Wei Mansion, all of them were black as ink, just like his dark days in Kyoto.

Before leaving, Lin Qingyu could still hear the songs made up in the streets and alleys to insult Jiang Wangxu and Wei Lin. He didn't want Wei Lin to accept these slanders after death, so he was so angry that he wanted to get off the carriage and argue with those children. On second thought, Wei Lin Lin didn't care about false fame, he just hugged Wei Lin's clothes tightly and forcibly blocked the unpleasant folk songs.

There were four people sitting in the carriage, all surrounded by a touch of sadness. Although Lin Jingyun and He Tang had no deep friendship with Wei Lin, they felt sorry for Wei Lin's death, and Chu Yan was even more guilty. If Wei Linzhao goes to the capital, Wei Lin will definitely become a good official of the generation, not to mention that this year, he and Wei Lin have supported each other in the capital. Even though the two of them didn't say anything, they were already close friends. Wei Lin's death made Chu Yan feel uneasy.

Wei Lin's short twenty-year life was finally explained in the treacherous situation.

Lin Qingyu became very thin. After Wei Lin died, he had difficulty eating for nearly half a month, and the days of returning to Beiyang Town were delayed again and again. When he got better, he couldn't wait for a moment. He wanted to bring Wei Lin's soul back to his hometown. Buried.

The carriage was rolling forward, Lin Qingyu was sometimes confused and sometimes sober, and all that was circling in her mind was the last time with Wei Lin, and her fingers were cramping due to uncontrollable pain.

The Sri Lankan is gone, and for the rest of his life, there are only a few years of memories to accompany him.

Returning to Beiyang Town from Kyoto, the few people were not in a hurry. They stopped and went and walked for nearly two months before arriving in the south. In Beiyang Town at the end of April, spring was already blooming, and there was even the heat of early summer.

As soon as He Tang arrived in Beiyang Town, the most important thing was to deal with the affairs of the He family. He left for more than half a year, and the He family was taken care of by two trusted uncles. He greeted several rebellious clan relatives, and accepted the shop again. He was so busy that he left early and returned late, and he did not forget to visit Lin Qingyu every night.

Although Lin Jingyun intends to make a comeback, Lin Qingyu is still the most important thing at present, and Chu Yan is always with Lin Qingyu.

Lin Qingyu hired a Feng Shui master, picked a treasure land, and picked May [-]th as the date when Wei Lin set up the tomb.

After three months of recuperation, now that Lin Qingyu thinks of Wei Lin, she no longer bursts into tears, and instead dares to touch the old person deep in her memory, as if just touching him will cause him to be in so much pain that he can't breathe.

On May [-]th, a group of people took Wei Lin's clothes and dug a cemetery in a place with mountains and rivers, and buried the clothes in it.

Wei Lin was lurking beside Jiang Wangxu that day, and when his reputation spread to Cao County, the parents of the Wei family, who had been innocent all their lives, were so angry that they severed the parent-child relationship with Wei Lin. Now Lin Qingyu came to visit in person and explained the ins and outs of the matter clearly. The Wei family parents couldn't help but cry Waist down, now kneeling in front of Wei Lin's tomb, it seems that he has aged ten years in an instant.

From the beginning to the end, only Lin Qingyu completely believed in Wei Lin's character.

He poured sake in front of Wei Lin's tomb, with a sad face, as if a lump stuck in his throat, "Wei Lin, let's continue our relationship in the next life."

Lin Qingyu didn't cry in front of Wei Lin's grave, he firmly believed that Wei Linding would not want him to be depressed, and he would live in this world with Wei Lin's share.

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The summer in the south this year has abundant rainfall, and the shadow of last year's severe drought seems to have been shaken from the hearts of the people.

In front of Qingyufang, a young man in blue was tirelessly introducing to the guests, "Guest officer, this painting was painted by our painter in a month. Look at the lifelike birds and the fragrant flowers. Any place that is not meticulously crafted, if you hesitate any longer, other guests will ask for it."

Hearing what he said, the guest gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll buy it."

The young man immediately beamed with joy, and beckoned the servant to wrap up the painting.

It has been a year since Qingyufang opened in Beiyang Town, because the owner is famous for his superb thin gold calligraphy and good paintings, so there is an endless stream of customers, and some even come from afar to ask the boss for a calligraphy and painting with a lot of money. And the owner of Qingyufang is none other than Lin Qingyu.

Lin Qingyu didn't read the books of sages, but since he was in the school, his calligraphy and painting were appreciated by his master. In the past two years, he has devoted himself to studying this way, and opened Qingyuxuan, a calligraphy and painting shop in Beiyang Town a year ago. No one cared about it, and then Qingyu's painting of hundreds of flowers was appreciated by a wealthy businessman. Since then, the reputation has been shaken, and the name of Qingyufang can be regarded as famous.

He accepted the money with a smile, his abacus crackling, and after careful calculation and entry, he squinted his eyes with joy.

"Sapphire." Just as he was happy, a gentle voice came from outside, and Lin Jingyun, dressed in a crimson brocade robe, walked in lightly.

Lin Qingyu smiled happily, "Brother!" As she said, she stuck to it affectionately, took Lin Jingyun's arm and walked into the back room, talking about what happened today, and finally said coquettishly, "A few days ago, a customer wanted to buy brother's What about writing, when will my brother write me another picture?"

Lin Jingyun nodded his forehead intimately, "Little money fan."

Lin Qingyu said frankly, "Now I know that making money is such a joy. I wish I could stay here for twelve hours, so that it can be credited in a hurry."

The two talked and laughed and entered the room.

Lin Jingyun started the Lin family's old business, and still engaged in the rice store business. In less than two years, it has flourished and is now a well-known figure in Beiyang Town. Just today, a matchmaker secretly approached Lin Qingyu as a matchmaker. Qingyu teased her elder brother about this, "There are quite a few people in Beiyang Town who love my brother. If I agree to the matchmaker, she will give me this number!"

Speaking, Lin Qingyu compared eight fingers.

Lin Jingyun gave him a rare look, and pinched Lin Qingyu's nose with his hand. Lin Qingyu didn't hide, and yelled, Lin Jingyun smiled, "Why, do you really think I can't get married?"

Lin Qingyu blinked, shook her head, "This is impossible, my brother likes men, how can he harm women, in my opinion, harming me alone is enough."

Lin Jingyun couldn't help laughing, since Lin Qingyu opened the shop, she has become more and more eloquent.

The two brothers had lunch in the back room and slept together for half an hour. This was the busy afternoon.

Sending off his elder brother, Lin Qingyu thought about buying two chickens from a nearby roast chicken shop for dinner tonight. He is also a person with a small coffers now, but after suffering, he is not as lavish as before. Still very kind to myself.

Passing by the street, I saw a little girl selling embroidery, about eleven or twelve years old, felt pity, and bought all the girl's embroidery, only two taels of silver, Lin Qingyu gave some extra silver, The little girl was very happy and thanked him straight away.

Holding a basket of embroidery, he couldn't help but feel happy too.

Just as she stood up, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a tall figure on the street. Lin Qingyu felt as if struck by lightning, her brain ached sharply, she had no time to think, her body had already reacted, and she jumped over the bustling crowd towards that figure, but when he reached the street, But I couldn't find it.

He panted heavily, covering his aching heart, that figure was clearly...

Two years, two full years, he couldn't let go, Lin Qingyu stood on the street with people coming and going, feeling dizzy, he gritted his teeth secretly, had to accept the reality that Wei Lin was no longer in this world.

It must be that his thoughts became crazy and his eyes were dazzled.

No longer in the mood to buy roast chicken, Lin Qingyu went home with a basket of embroidery.

Two years ago, He Tang bought a private house in Beiyang Town, and several people settled here.

Lin Qingyu stood in front of the door, not wanting to worry the rest of the people, forced herself to cheer up, and entered the house with a smile, "I'm back!"

The first thing I saw was Chu Yan. Chu Yan now runs a home bodyguard agency, but he doesn’t run a bodyguard agency himself. He only works as the boss behind the scenes. Knowing that Lin Qingyu is gluttonous, he stays at home and studies cooking skills when he has nothing to do. Now his cooking skills are getting better and better. Jing Jin, Lin Qingyu would pester him to cook when he had nothing to do, and He Tang was so busy with his affairs that he was so angry that his teeth itched several times when he saw Lin Qingyu clinging to Chu Yan so much.

"Boss Lin," Chu Yan greeted him with a smile. Seeing the basket in Lin Qingyu's hand, he teased, "Which stall are you showing mercy today?"

Lin Qingyu glared at him, then stuffed the basket into Chu Yan's hands, "For you."

Chu Yan laughed and said, "This month, you have given me seven folding fans, eight clay pots, and ten pairs of straw sandals. Let me see what these are."

He opened it and looked, and stopped talking, Lin Qingyu became curious instead, leaned over to look, and saw that in addition to a few handkerchiefs, there were actually two red embroidered bellybands in the basket, Chu Yan picked up the bellybands, and smiled. Said, "Is this what you sent me?"

Lin Qingyu blushed, "Why, why is there such a thing!"

While the two were talking, Lin Jingyun and He Tang had already returned home. As soon as He Tang saw Lin Qingyu, he rushed up and hugged her, "I'm so exhausted to be my husband, let me give you a kiss."

Chu Yan's hand blocked He Tang's mouth, which was about to kiss, and stabbed, "You're more or less a concubine."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Lin Qingyu quickly opened He Tang's arms, ran to Lin Jingyun's side, and said, "If you're against you, if you dare to talk too much, we'll all quit."

His pretentious appearance is really cute, and several people looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

For a moment, the house was full of cheerful laughter.

Outside the mansion, the setting sun was like blood. There was a man in common clothes standing on the street. His tall figure was standing still. His face was stern and a little dazed. He opened his mouth suddenly and made a hoarse voice, as if he had struggled in great pain, " Qingyu, Lin Qingyu..."