Reborn Lin's Youngest

The author has something to say: I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival again. Let’s start with an extra episode. This extra episode is over, and that’s the end. Then there should be a few other extra episodes~~~~~

"Beat him to death! Beat me to death! Damn it! Dare to gossip in front of the director, you're tired of it! Come on together, give me a good treatment of these two bastards!"

The muffled thud and grunt of the blows on the flesh echoed in a remote corner of the backyard.

"Brother...Brother..." The little boy who was firmly guarded under his body grabbed the wet soil under his hands vigorously.

"...Don't move, I'm fine..." The delicate voice was mixed with muffled cough, although it was weak, the indomitable energy contained in it did not show any weakness.

"Hehe, did you hear that, the bastard said he's fine, didn't you all eat? Ah?!" The young man sitting idle on the railing with his legs crossed shouted at the beating group of subordinates.

But the few people who have been beating for a long time are a little guilty. The kid kneeling on the ground has vented more and breathed less. If the dean finds out that he was killed or seriously injured, it will be troublesome to pursue it. , several half-sized children looked at each other hesitantly, and no one dared to strike hard first.

"...cough cough...you have to make it clear..." The weak and stubborn voice sounded again, with a bit of a sarcastic smile.

"Ah? What!?" The boy who took the lead couldn't believe it, and was really a little embarrassed by the toughness of this kid.

"...cough, cough, you have to make it clear who you want them to hit. They can't tell who they are talking about when they just talk about bastards," the boy lying on the ground raised his bruised face, and the horrific wounds made it hard to see. He showed his true face, but a pair of cold and sharp eyes were frighteningly cold, and with the blood on the corner of his mouth, he said something that made everyone extremely angry, "After all, in this courtyard, who is not a bastard..."

"Fuck!" Everyone reacted for a few seconds, and rushed forward furiously, "Damn it, beat you to death!"

The humming and thrashing seems endless...

The first time Lin Qiwei met Han Yixiao was in this muddy, wet and waste-filled playground.

The small figure who was trapped in the middle and was being ruthlessly beaten was desperately protecting another smaller figure. Lin Qiwei thought it was interesting to watch for a moment, raised his hand to stop the old housekeeper beside him, did not leave, and did not make a sound, Tilting the corners of his mouth, he listened to the raving words of the child who was so beaten that he couldn't stand up.

Inexplicably moved in my heart, just him.

Every candidate for the head of the Lin family will raise a close friend by his side since childhood. This is a rule inherited from a hundred years ago.

Lin Qiwei thought this was bullshit!

Eating and living together does not represent loyalty, and being inseparable does not represent the connection of hearts. He never believes that kindness can be exchanged for gratitude.

So it was delayed until the age of 13, when he kicked away the seventh follower, under the strict order of the old man, he had to choose one by himself.

Orphanages are the best place to select materials. They are orphans who have not been cultivated. Once they are selected, the Lin family will give him everything and train him, as long as he is loyal to his little master.

In fact, Lin Qiwei didn't agree with the Lin family's approach at all, not because he was so sympathetic and conscientious, but because he felt that the most difficult thing to control was the unbound people, so it was impossible for him to select credible people in the orphanage.

If the people around him want to gain his trust, they must have a handle in his hands. Only by grasping the weaknesses of others can he feel at ease.

This time, Lin Qiwei just wanted to perfunctory the old man, if he couldn't do it, he just picked someone who was pleasing to the eye, and just found a chance to get rid of it in a few days.

However, he was led to the backyard by a burst of scolding, and in the gap between the scattered figures, he saw a pair of bright and fierce black eyes, like a young wolf, who never lost his dignity in the face of death.

Seeing this little wild wolf again, the day after returning from the orphanage, Lin Qiwei was a little surprised to find that he had a faint expectation.

Looking at the boy standing in front of him and looking straight at him, the wound on his face was still clearly visible, and the light in his eyes was still as bright as a star, Lin Qiwei felt itchy in his heart, this little beast probably hasn't learned how to bow his head yet.

"How old are you?" Lin Qiwei leaned back on the chair and asked in a deep voice.

"Six years old." The boy answered calmly and vigilantly.

"What's your name?" Lin Qiwei's wild and evil eyes slowly imitated the original appearance on his bruised face.

"Han Yixiao." Still extremely concise.

"Follow me from now on, talk less and learn more. I am not a good person, and I am different from those who bullied you in the orphanage. I am more ruthless than them, so don't challenge my authority." Lin Qiwei turned his head slightly after speaking , "Uncle Zhong, take him down and tidy him up, and then let him go to my study."

Lin Qiwei knew that he picked a wolf cub with a big heart, and also knew that this little beast was so tolerant and obedient because the Lin family agreed to protect and train his younger brother Han Yifeng, but Lin Qiwei didn't expect that this kid is so smart, how much It made Lin Qiwei happy, at least he wouldn't be like his elder brother and second brother, who would bring a servant who could only obey everywhere he went.

In order to become the heir's right-hand man in the future, the Lin family also invested a lot of money in the training of these children who accompanied the young masters.

Lin Qiwei found out that Han Yixiao knew what to learn, even if he deliberately made things difficult, Han Yixiao could always find a way to deal with it.

Of course, not all aspects are allowed to touch them, such as painting, this kind of art is only used to cultivate sentiment, and it is used as an art to express emotions when sad spring and autumn, Han Yixiao does not need to learn.

But Lin Qiwei found that whenever he took Han Yixiao to the oil painting class, Han Yixiao always paid special attention to the alternation of bright or complex lines and the superimposition of colors. However, he was careful not to be discovered by others, secretly shining with a happy look.

Lin Qiwei likes Han Yixiao's eyes very much. This is when the little wolf cub's injury gradually improved and he showed his original appearance. Lin Qiwei noticed that this child is very good-looking, but without these eyes, it would be like missing the finishing touch. Pen.

Lin Qiwei likes to see different emotions in these eyes, so when he paints, he deliberately fails again and again, sighs again and again, and wastes a piece of drawing paper. At this time, those dark eyes will show regret and distress .

But for Lin Qiwei, this is an interesting game, like a cat teasing a mouse.

"Want to learn?" Once Lin Qiwei saw Han Yixiao secretly touching the drawing paper on the ground with all his heart, he couldn't hold back, and when he asked the words, he couldn't help it, for fear that the kid would say something and didn't want to.

"Think." Han Yixiao answered very quickly, although the answer was still concise, but the longing and real happiness in it made Lin Qiwei no longer regret his impulse.

"You can learn it, but since you have learned it, you have to learn how to behave. Half-baked people are not qualified to stay with me." Lin Qiwei threw the painting tools aside.

"I will study hard, Third Young Master." This was the first time Han Yixiao took the initiative to call him Third Young Master, for a few pieces of drawing paper.

Lin Qiwei couldn't tell why, he was used to arrogance, and he wasn't used to being kind to others, so he told himself that if this kid had no talent and wasted his time, then he would make him untouchable for the rest of his life.

The round tip of the brush paused or traced, sweeping the colors to cover the time. On Lin Qiwei's birthday, Han Yixiao gave him an oil painting.

"You gave me something? I gave you everything you ate, used, and learned. What can you give me?" This was what the drunk Lin Qiwei said while picking Han Yixiao's chin.

The 11-year-old Han Yixiao's brows and eyes are slightly opened. He has learned to be introverted and no longer straightforward in fighting. He knows that he must put away his sharp claws before he becomes strong.

Being pinched on the chin, Han Yixiao didn't react too much, but just passed the things in his hand forward.

Lin Qiwei snorted, took it without paying too much attention, and opened the [-] cm square gift, and he paused slightly for the exposed corner.

Glancing at Han Yixiao who was standing beside him, he quickly tore off the wrapping paper.

The warm and slightly dark tone conveyed a sense of relaxation and comfort. Lin Qiwei was sleeping soundly on the sofa in the study with his eyes closed, his face flushed slightly, and he was holding an original book in his hand. The pages of the book were turning with the wind. Lin Qiwei remembered This picture is that he had a fever one day last month, and he was too lazy to deal with those boring receptions, so he hid in the study and read a book, and then fell asleep in a daze due to the side effects of the medicine.

He remembered that when he woke up, he was covered with a thin blanket, and there was another thing that he felt different, that was that he could never be like the person in the painting with a smile on his mouth.

So Lin Qiwei frowned, looked at it for a while, and then patted the painting in Han Yixiao's arms, "I said, just show me how to learn, what kind of thing is this, you are ashamed to take it out, hmph, give it to me." Me? That's good..." Lin Qiwei rubbed the top of Han Yixiao's head, and moved closer, "Throw it away for me!"

"Yes, Third Young Master." There was no explanation, no grievance, or even a slight mood swing, the kid just complied, and immediately threw him out of the door without delay.

Lin Qiwei felt his temples throbbing. At the birthday party just now, his mother found several ladies who could develop for him, as if he was a commodity to be evaluated and displayed in front of everyone.

No matter how bored he is, Lin Qiwei still has to smile, he can't take things lightly with his elder brother and second brother, so just laugh, drink, and perfectly interpret Lin's third son.

Luxurious and expensive gifts piled up into a mountain, and false laughter and joy filled the ear canals, buzzing.

After finally getting rid of one ruthless banquet after another, just entering the room, he was blocked by this kid. How could Lin Qiwei's smile be so innocent and comfortable? Was he deliberately mocking him!

He said to throw it away, and this kid threw it away with a wave of his hand. Well done, he is such an obedient and good follower!

"I drank too much, stand by the door for me, I will call you at night." What Lin Qiwei couldn't say in his heart was flustered with anger, and he didn't realize how superfluous his order was.

"Yes, Third Young Master." The slender young man stood motionless by the door, lowered his eyes, respectful and quiet.

Oh shit!Lin Qiwei is full of swear words, he is really getting more and more promising, venting his anger with a kid, but at that time, neither of them really noticed, what is hidden behind this kind of one who is easy to reveal and the other is willing to bear? What.