Reborn Lin's Youngest

Lin Qiwei originally thought that this painful and sweet torture would last until Han Yixiao compromised or his heart softened, but the separation came too suddenly.

After being dispatched to the United States for a month and returning, it was not Han Yixiao who picked him up at the airport. Lin Qiwei immediately called home. Uncle Zhong's evasive attitude made him even more annoyed. When he drove back home, there was no sign of Han Yixiao.

Lin Qiwei has never been so afraid. The Lin family has thousands of ways to deal with servants, all of which are methods that make people unable to grasp the evidence and find no loopholes. When did Han Yixiao disappear? No one in the know dared to reveal the slightest bit to Lin Qiwei .

Lin Qiwei rummaged through the Lin family's ancestral house like crazy, questioning his mother, but the answers given by his dignified and elegant mother made Lin Qiwei feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"If you don't look for him now, he might still be alive. If you continue to make trouble... Qiwei, you should know that there are many uninhabited places in this world, and any small river ditch may be his fate." A place of mourning." Without the slightest bit of pity, Lin Qiwei's mistress slashed Lin Qiwei's heart.

Lin Qiwei couldn't control who was laughing, who was sad, who was gaining, and who was frustrated, because his heart was dead.

Of course, he didn't give up at the beginning, and kept looking for news about Han Yixiao secretly. All the clues from the Lin family were cut off. He only learned from an old servant who was about to leave the Lin family that Han Yixiao suffered a lot before being sent away. Lin Qiwei's mother was furious because he was too stubborn and refused to admit that he had seduced Lin Qiwei, his filthiness, and his lowliness.

Her anger was not only caused by Meng Yuerong's death, but more from Han Yixiao's cold arrogance, a servant who does not look like a servant, will not beg for mercy if he makes a mistake, will not leave a way out for himself, and just blindly rushes towards death , she was getting old and didn't want to bother about this kind of thing anymore, so she handed it over to her own daughter-in-law, Ouyang Qing.

When Han Yixiao fell into Ouyang Qing's hands, it was also the pinnacle of his pain.

When Lin Qiwei learned from the old servant that Han Yixiao's right hand was injured somehow, but judging from the injury, it was probably useless, a crazy bloodthirsty impulse was about to break through the gate, it was Han Yixiao's painting hand, He was usually reluctant to let Han Yixiao do rough work, and just let him stay by his side. He especially loved watching Han Yixiao draw pictures. At that time, his pair of black eyes were particularly spiritual, glowing with happiness, but a sentence in other people's mouth, He couldn't imagine that the extremely graceful hand holding the paintbrush was ruined.

Lin Qiwei would be awakened by nightmares every night. In the dream, Han Yixiao was so pitiful and helpless, with bloody arms stretched out to him, but when he finally got close, he pushed him away mercilessly. Falling into hell, and not symbiotic with myself.

Every time he wakes up, Lin Qiwei has the urge to kill, but the first one to kill is probably himself. He pushed Han Yixiao into hell with his own hands, and he still can't let go of the Lin family. He deserves it, and it is also his fate. Born in the Lin family, giving up does not mean that others will let him go. The Lin family believes in cutting grass and roots. Behind him are his elder brother and second brother who are eyeing him. If he wants to see Han Yixiao again, he must let the entire Lin family listen to him.

This kind of endless torture crushed and diluted all human emotions. Lin Qiwei finally stood at the top of the Lin family, looking at all the small mountains, but he no longer had any enthusiasm for life and living. He was like a horse running on the The wild wolf in the desert, being vigilant and lonely for too long, made him unable to integrate into any group, and could only die alone.

The only emotion left in his chest was hatred, so right after his mother died, he couldn't wait to find Lin Shuyan who had been driven away by her mother, and took back his third son whom he had never met. It moved a little bit, because Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes were so similar to Han Yixiao's that he dared not look directly at them.

With a self-deprecating smile, Lin Qiwei felt that he was becoming more and more pathetic, using this childish and powerless way to retaliate, and using that inexplicable similarity to comfort him.

Power, wealth, and the next generation, the target of the fight, whether there will be another Lin Qiwei, and another Han Yixiao, no one knows, Lin Qiwei, who is dying, just lives numbly, until he smells a wave of revenge. smell.

Inside an unsigned envelope was an old photo, thin and old, but it injected Lin Qiwei's dying heart like a shot in the arm.

The photo shows a rosy evening, a teenager sitting by the sea, holding some conch and shells in his hands, with a faint smile on his lips, and there are children running around, and the teenager's eyes are following the children. The footsteps are still cast in the distance of nothingness.

Lin Qiwei wished he could get into this photo right now, hold Han Yixiao tightly in his arms, pull up his arm, and look at his wounds, but all he could do was hold the photo tightly. An unfamiliar address in a small island country, Lin Qiwei looked at the small words, no matter if it was a trap or not, no matter what was waiting for him, he would go to find Han Yixiao, even if it was only the place where Han Yixiao once stayed, he would go check it out.

Every time he went to the place in the photo, new photos would be sent to his hands, and he was disappointed again and again. Lin Qiwei felt that it was also a kind of satisfaction to just walk around the places where Han Yixiao used to live.

He didn't use the influence of the Lin family, and he didn't even carefully identify the authenticity of the photo. He just followed Han Yixiao in the photo and walked slowly. He felt that this was the sincerity he owed Han Yixiao, so he wanted to chase after him with his own legs Shang Han Yixiao, even if the end point is a cliff, he will keep moving forward to find it.

Time and place no longer mean much to Lin Qiwei. Sometimes he even feels that Han Yixiao is by his side. Whenever this happens, he feels sad. He is really old. If he can see Han Yixiao again, Will that beautiful boy still know himself?

A phone call from Lin Muqing woke him up like a dream. After so many years, what he longed for the most was to see Han Yixiao in real life. A face that can only be seen in

Lin Muqing's conditions are irrelevant to him at all, as long as he can hold Han Yixiao in his arms for 1 minute, then his life can be exchanged.

In the mountainous area of ​​Yunnan, there are countless dilapidated schools buried in the mountains, forests and rocks. Lin Muqing sent Han Yixiao to one of the schools with two dilapidated mud rooms. According to insiders, Han Yixiao left there after recovering from his injuries. , but I go back every Chinese New Year.

Lin Qiwei had never been so eager. He wished that the plane could fly directly into the mountains, wished that the mountain roads and dirt roads in front of him would be leveled, and he wished that he could break ground in places where there were no roads. When he finally arrived at the small courtyard that could not be called a school at all Only then did the anxiety in my heart ease slightly.

There is still more than half a year until the end of the year, but Lin Qiwei is not in a hurry because he knows that he can wait for Han Yixiao here.

From that day on, this dilapidated adobe house became Lin Qiwei's residence. There was also an old teacher who lived in the mountains for most of his life. Lin Qiwei stayed there on the condition that he could teach. Although the old teacher felt that Lin Qiwei was out of place, But he saw a kind of peace and ease from Lin Qiwei, as if the difficult environment seemed to him a kind of enjoyment.

Lin Qiwei's life is very regular. He does whatever the old teacher does. In the mountains with no signal, waiting is the only thing he can do for entertainment.

The children respect and fear this new teacher who is too powerful, but they have never heard of what the new teacher teaches them. , he will test their name, Han Yixiao.

After school, Lin Qiwei will follow the old teacher to repair the only road up the mountain, or it is not a road at all, but just hanging vines, planks, or tree trunks between the steep slopes, Lin Qiwei will use the strongest I fixed them in the same way, and I would check them every day when I was free, only hoping that maybe one day Han Yixiao would walk towards him from this road.

Maybe I really want to say the old saying, building bridges and paving roads is an act of good deeds, so God didn't make Lin Qiwei wait too long. One afternoon in autumn, the temperature in the mountains was already very low, damp and cold, and the old teacher fell ill. , He was the only one who came to check the road, and wrapped the loose vines around the single-plank bridge. The sound of broken branches not far from the opposite side made Lin Qiwei alert, took out the knife at his waist, and waited with bated breath.

But what appeared was not a wild beast. Even if it was a wild beast, Lin Qiwei would not show such a surprised and tangled expression. Looking at the oncoming man, even though most of his face was hidden in the raised collar, Lin Qiwei recognized it at a glance. his boy.

When the other party saw him, he was stunned in shock. Many years of time, too much love and hatred, the distance between a log, like the ends of the world.

Neither of them moved first, they just watched from a distance, Lin Qiwei thought he would see disgust and hatred from those eyes, but what he saw was the same entanglement and complexity as himself in the mirror, did you ever have me in your heart? ?I am no longer an impulsive youth, no longer an arrogant dandy, I wear shabby clothes and a sloppy beard, do you still know me?

Can I still approach you?

The dead branches made a crisp sound under his feet, Lin Qiwei took the first step, as if he was afraid of startling the person on the other side, he even held his breath.

One step, two steps, can the distance between us be shortened?

Lin Qiwei walked on the single-plank bridge, set foot on the most central position, retreated hard, advanced and timid, born with cunning, let him stop, stretch out his hand, toward his lover, toward his own life, and then still is waiting.

Han Yixiao, who is no longer a skinny boy, has lost his innocence and smoothness, as if he has been polished by sand and stones, and has become a man who can stand side by side with him, with broad and straight shoulders. How exhausting, he was making full use of them to look at Han Yixiao, the two of them stared at each other without words.

Knowing that Han Yixiao took his first step with his slender legs, towards the centripetal force he couldn't escape...

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