Chapter 418

“……”

Lin Yi followed him quietly.

Ying Hannian took her into the cleaned house. As soon as she stepped in, Lin Yi couldn't move. She stood at the door and looked at every corner inside. Her blood was almost frozen.

She stood in the house where Ying Yongxi brought up Ying Hannian, and in the house where their mother and son had countless traces of life.

Her eyes drifted slowly.

Is that bed because Yongxi is often beaten by guests?

Is that the corner where Ying Yongxi hid his money?

Is that window the place where Ying Hannian saw his mother suffer?

"Why don't you go?"

Ying Hannian looked back at her, his eyes stagnated.

Lin Yi stood there, his eyes red, see him look over, she quickly lowered her head by the eyes, convergence down to the tip of the nose astringent meaning, way, "let's go."

Ying Hannian didn't say anything. He just led her through a small side door. There was a narrow shed on the outside wall. Under the shed was a earthen stove. The edge of the stove was smeared with yellow mud. Now it was wiped clean by Ying Hannian, but the pot on it was broken, and it had already been put through the bottom, accumulating thick rust.

Ying Hannian directly moved the pot down from the top, and then picked up a board from the side to spread it.

"What are you doing?" Lin Yi looked at him in bewilderment.

"This pot doesn't work. Put our own kitchenware here." The edge of the shed is shorter than him. In cold years, he needs to bow his head to stay under the shed. He looks at her with deep eyes. "You live here at night. The bed is old, but the quilt is new for you."

"How can I do that?"

Lin Yi subconsciously refused.

"Dirty?" Ying Hannian stares at her. There is a faint light in her eyes and her voice is pressing. "Now that I'm down, I'll go back to live on the yacht. It's not very convenient to go in and out every day."

Lin Yi shook his head, "I don't mean that. This is the place where your mother lived. How can I live casually? I don't respect her too much."

That's what it means.

Should cold years stretch the arc slightly relaxed, "you are so many years her only one admirer, she was too happy."

“……”

Lin Yi didn't know what to say.

"I'm going to move the kitchenware."

In the cold year, he bent down to leave the shed.

Lin Yi stood alone in front of the earthen stove. Standing in such an environment, she didn't even know what to do. She didn't know where to put her hands.

She looked around and saw some deep scratches beside the fire.

Lin Yi squatted down, reached out and touched the scratch, and found that the words on it were miscellaneous, such as "one, two, three, people, one", and some of them were very immature.

Maybe when Ying Hannian was young, he was sitting here burning. Ying Yongxi was cooking. When it was empty, Ying Yongxi bent down to hold his little hand and taught him to write

Clearly heard the story of life and death street, but why to see these, her suffering is far more than listening to the story.

Looking at the handwriting above and imagining their life, her nose was very sour and her eyes were more and more red.

Yinghannian brought in a lot of things, including all kinds of kitchenware, gas buckets, piles of cables and lamps, and household generators.

Looking at him putting everything in order, she didn't even know how to help her.

It was not until yinghan's new year that she assembled the gas barrel and the simple gas stove that she had a place to use.

Ying Hannian picks up a coil of cable and kicks a small bench in front of her. Lin Yi sits down and begins to prepare food.

He worked alone as an electrician in the house and began to arrange the wires. Lin Yi couldn't help asking, "where are they?"

He's been busy all day. Don't you feel tired? He should be helped.

"Not everyone can get into this room."

In the cold years, the cables were lined up neatly, and he said in a cold voice.

“……”

Lin Yi picked the food and sat on the bench for a long time without saying a word.

After she finished her work, Ying Hannian had let the house light up. There was no gorgeous crystal chandelier, just a simple energy-saving lamp, but the bright light still resisted the darkness outside.

She walked out of the house, only to find that this row of houses had been forced to rent, mu Ziliang was placed in the next house.Lin Yi came into the old man's room with vegetables. The old man was lying on the bed, with a pair of muddy eyes fixed on the candlelight. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Not picky about anything, not like your style."

Lin Yi took the dishes and took a look at the old man. Even the old man, whom the Lin family disliked, miraculously didn't say anything this time.

Mu Ziliang lay there, smelling the rotten and moldy smell of the house, and looked at her in a secluded way, "do you think that boy will kill me?"

“……”

Lin Yi looked at him in silence.

"This place... Is not for people." Mu Ziliang frowned.

Lin Yi put the dish aside and sat up with the old man, "do you regret that you were so corresponding to Yongxi? I heard that you beat her three days and three nights and drove her out of the herdsman's house. "

Although it was Lian man and Su Meining who had suffered from Yongxi for 15 years, he was the original fuse.

Mu Ziliang, supported by her, sat up from the bed and said nothing.

This is a stubborn old man.

When Lin Yi saw him like this, he knew that he could not be expected to repent.

She didn't say anything. Just as she was about to pick up the bowl, a low step came from the outside.

Ying Hannian bowed his head and walked in. He was still wearing the dirty clothes. He didn't get too close to her. He stood there and looked at her with his eyes full of joy and anger. "I'll come here. You go out first."

“……”

Lin Yi put the bowl back, stood up obediently and went out.

Two people face-to-face brush past, should cold year Dun foot, deep voice way, "go to bed early, no matter what you hear at night don't get up."

Muziliang sat on the bed, looking at him and at Lin Yi.

"I see."

Lin Yi nodded and left.

As soon as she left, Ying Hannian sat down beside muziliang's bed, her thin lips sparked an evil radian, her black eyes staring at his old face, "how do you feel, old man? Isn't this a nice place? "

Muziliang looked at him and said in a deep voice, "you don't have to be so weird. The dilemma here is really beyond my imagination."

"Tut." Ying Hannian gave a smile, put the bowl in his hand, picked up a mouthful with chopsticks, and prepared to send it to him. "I brought you all the way here, just to hear you say something beyond imagination?"

Muziliang is not a person who can save face, but this day, his heart is shocked. He looks at the coldness in Ying Hannian's eyes, and gradually understands how this person's temperament is shaped.

As he sat there, the wrinkles on his face showed a lot of marks. "If I had known that it was the third child who should be cherished, anyway, I would not have let you down here."