I don't read sage books

In summer, when it rains the most, the sky was clear when Lin Qingyu went out, and within two quarters of an hour of walking, the heavy rain began to fall down.

He had to run under the eaves to shelter from the rain, secretly regretting that he didn't go out in a carriage today. Seeing that the rain would not stop for a while, Lin Qingyu chatted with a nearby vendor.

After he opened the shop, he became more and more tactful when interacting with people. At first, he would get angry because of all kinds of strange customers. Over time, he learned to restrain his temper. After all, those are his God of Wealth, and he must not offend them. .

The small vendor is also an extremely enthusiastic person. Lin Qingyu bought a shortbread from him, watching the rain that kept falling, and suddenly noticed a scorching gaze, he looked up indifferently, his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw a tall young man holding an umbrella standing in the misty rain and mist. The young man was wearing a white plain robe, as if he had come from a dream. Lin Qingyu was struck by lightning. That person was really standing in front of him.

Lin Qingyu was horrified in place, the person in front of him clearly had the same appearance as Wei Lin, he didn't care about the rainstorm any longer, he threw away the shortbread, fearing that the person he was dreaming of would disappear in front of his eyes, and his boots would step on the puddle Lin Qingyu didn't care, and ran towards Wei Lin in the heavy rain. He wanted to stretch out his arms to embrace the person he missed day and night, but he was afraid that the person in front of him would be scattered away if he touched him.

Wei Lin seemed a little surprised. Lin Qingyu came to him, trembling all over. As he got closer, he noticed that although Wei Lin looked at him with hot eyes, there was also a little strangeness. Lin Qingyu felt hot tears As the rain slid down, he stretched out his trembling hands and bent slightly in pain, "Wei Lin, Wei Lin, is that you?"

Wei Lin didn't reach out to hug him, but just passed the oil-paper umbrella forward and put him under the umbrella, a little pain flashed across Wei Lin's stern face, he frowned, looking at Lin Qingyu who was drenched by the heavy rain, Slowly and slightly puzzled, he asked, "You are, Lin Qingyu?"

The familiar voice sounded again, no matter how hard Lin Qingyu could bear the grief, he didn't care that Wei Lin in front of him was a little weird, he suddenly reached out and hugged Wei Lin tightly, and he burst into tears, "Wei Lin, it's me, you come here Have you seen me, I miss you so much, don't go, don't leave me, Wei Lin..."

He still felt that he was in a dream, otherwise Wei Lin, who had disappeared for two years, would appear in front of him out of thin air. Lin Qingyu just wanted to seize this moment and vent out the longing and pain of the past two years. The grief was even more shocking than the sound of the rain, and he kept repeating, "Wei Lin, don't go, don't leave me."

Wei Lin felt as if a big hole had been dug in his heart, and his head ached violently, but even so, he still couldn't control his body's instinctive reaction, and threw the paper umbrella to hug the person in his arms tightly.

In a daze, he seemed to remember that there was such a heavy rainy day, when he parted with someone, the pain was so painful that he would never forget it.

He forgot too much, he had to think about it, lost himself in the past two years, but still pursued his instinct to come to the south, until he remembered the three words Lin Qingyu.

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Wei Lin woke up in a thatched hut. He was taken care of by an old couple. He wanted to speak, but found that his throat felt like he had swallowed a soldering iron. The pain was so unbearable that he couldn't speak a word.

He still remembers many things, but not clearly. He remembers that he was a courtier of the Ming Dynasty, who was trapped in a fire in the middle of the night. It was the guards who had rescued him who put on his clothes to die for him, and his confidants desperately sent him away. Wei Mansion's secret way to escape, and the rest, he racked his brains and couldn't remember it. He seemed to have forgotten very important people and important things.

Due to inhaling too much smoke, Wei Lin was temporarily unable to speak. He wanted to ask the confidant who sent him here, but learned that the confidant could not survive due to serious injuries.

There was also a large burn wound on Wei Lin's back, and his head was hit by a falling beam. Unfortunately, the old couple were not proficient in medical science, so they only found some herbs to apply to Wei Lin. Now Wei Lin has died in the eyes of the outside world. Huohai, he is a treacherous official who everyone shouts and beats, and the consequences of showing up rashly can be imagined, so he can only survive by himself.

When recuperating in the thatched hut, Wei Lin tried to recall the past many times, but no matter how hard he tried, the memory only stayed at the last moment of Wei Mansion. As time passed, even Wei Lin couldn't help but suspect that he was really a treacherous minister who did all kinds of evil.

After three months of suffering in the thatched cottage, Wei Lin's injuries finally recovered. He bid farewell to his old couple and moved in in a small village with his name hidden. No one knew who he was, not even himself. Where to return to.

It wasn't until a year and a half later that he dreamed of a Jiangnan water town, dreaming of crescent white school uniforms, and dreaming of hazy figures, that he set off for the south.

Wei Lin knew that there were people he wanted to meet and things he wanted to do in the south.

When he arrived in Beiyang Town, Wei Lin couldn't walk any longer for some reason, and he had an intuition that he would meet that person here.

Who is it that makes him miss every night, that even if he loses his memory, he must overcome all difficulties to see each other again?

Who is that man's name?

"The boss of Qingyufang is so rich that he bought a picture of the Spring River and gave me a picture of it."

Qingyufang?Qingyufang, Qingyu.

That person's name is Lin Qingyu.

But now, Lin Qingyu is in his arms, and the feeling of familiarity makes Wei Lin's blood rush. He clearly can't remember who the person in front of him is, but he wants to get closer like a thirsty fish. Wei Lin closed his mouth forcefully. In the blink of an eye, he finally called out the name, "Lin Qingyu."

The person in his arms cried and mourned, as if he wanted to fight against the rain.

There was a sharp pain in his head, and the pain in his heart was so painful that he couldn't straighten his waist because of the crying.

Why are you crying, are you crying for me, Lin Qingyu?

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When Lin Qingyu brought Wei Lin back to the mansion, who was also drenched, Chu Yan was the only one in the mansion.

Chu Yan heard the sound, heard the sound, and saw the tall figure in the hall, shocked in place, he stared in disbelief, and then was overwhelmed by ecstasy, "Wei, Wei Lin?"

Unexpectedly, Wei Lin frowned and looked at him, "You know me?"

Lin Qingyu cried so much that his eyes were red and swollen, he choked up and explained for the two of them, "This is Chu Yan, our old friend." Looking at Chu Yan again, he sobbed, "Wei Lin, I don't remember me."

He was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry again, and forced himself to bear it. Because he was afraid that others would find out that they were living together, there were no servants in the mansion. Lin Qingyu was going to boil water for Wei Lin himself, but Chu Yan stopped him, "I'm coming." Bar."

After Lin Qingyu and Wei Lin washed up and changed into dry clothes, Lin Jingyun and He Tang also hurried back after hearing the news, both of them were shocked and delighted. They brought a doctor with them and checked Wei Lin's pulse. Knowing that he was hit on the head by a beam that day, he was diagnosed with intracranial congestion and it will take time to fully recover his memory.

When Lin Qingyu thought of Wei Lin forgetting her, her heart ached unbearably, and she eagerly asked the doctor how to get rid of the congestion. The doctor prescribed a prescription and told Wei Lin to go to the places he had been before so that he might recover sooner.

"There is no need to rush this matter, let's take the medicine according to the doctor's instructions first." Lin Jingyun couldn't see that Lin Qingyu was hurting, and said with relief, "There will be a day when I remember it."

Lin Qingyu has not yet come out of the ecstasy and fear of reuniting with Wei Lin, he nodded heavily, choked up but looked at Wei Lin firmly, "You still owe me a promise, I will make you remember who I am who."

After losing and recovering, Lin Qingyu devoted all his energy to helping Wei Lin recover his memory. His Qingyu workshop was temporarily closed, and he circled around Wei Lin all day long. He took Wei Lin to Cao County to meet his parents, and went back to Qi In front of the gate of the Siyuan, he took Wei Lin to Chunfeng Tower to eat their favorite big plate chicken. Unfortunately, for two whole months, Wei Lin couldn't remember the old days. face strangeness.

Lin Qingyu was not discouraged, but she couldn't help hiding and crying in the middle of the night. He couldn't bear Wei Lin's strange and indifferent eyes, couldn't bear Wei Lin forgetting every little thing about their relationship, and couldn't accept that Wei Lin even remembered I'm sorry for Lin Qingyu.

The room was pitch black, only Lin Qingyu's low sobbing sound was heard, the door was gently pushed open, he quickly stopped crying, taking advantage of the moonlight, seeing that it was his elder brother who came, he suppressed and burst into tears again.

He threw himself into his elder brother's arms, weeping uncontrollably, "How could Wei Lin forget me, will he never remember, brother, I'm so afraid to meet his eyes, he has never, never used such indifferent eyes seen me..."

Lin Jingyun held him in his arms. In the past two years, Lin Qingyu seemed to have come out of the reality of Wei Lin's death, but several times, he could hear Lin Qingyu crying and calling Wei Lin's name in his sleep. It is clear how important Wei Lin is to Lin Qingyu.

If there was no case of private salt, Chu Yan would not be lurking in Cao County, he would not tell the secrets hidden in his heart, and there would be no subsequent entanglement with He Tang, then Lin Qingyu would definitely marry Wei Lin. Shuang, they met when they were teenagers. At that time, Lin Qingyu was still ignorant of love, and didn't know that he had long been attracted to Wei Lin, but Lin Jingyun saw it in his eyes, and he was clearer than anyone else.

It's a pity that good fortune tricks people.

Lin Jingyun stroked Lin Qingyu's black hair, and comforted him in a low voice, "I have heard that the more you miss someone, the more likely you will forget that person when you lose your memory. I think Wei Linding also has deep roots in love for you, Qingyu, don't be too hasty .”

Lin Qingyu felt better now, he was sobbing, his eyes were full of perseverance, "I will never give up."

In the past two years, Wei Lin kept his name incognito, suffered a lot, and was no longer as vigorous as before.

Anyone can forget Wei Lin's youthful spirit, but only Lin Qingyu firmly remembers the heroic demeanor of the white-clothed boy riding the long street, that is the real Wei Lin.

No matter how much time is spent, even if it takes a lifetime, he will find the real Wei Lin back.