put wildness in his heart

Chapter 33
The turtleneck sweaters are all worn out, and a woolen coat is worn over the suit. The two outfits are completely different from yesterday, directly spanning from early autumn to severe winter, without even a transition in between.

Hearing the commotion here, He Yin also came over and greeted Lin Yi'an: "Wow, Uncle Lin, you're dressed so much today."

It was hot in the hall, Lin Yi'an took off his coat as soon as he came in, and casually put it on his forearm. He straightened his sleeves, and then replied with a sigh: "I'm old, I can't move anymore. The understanding of fashion is - keep warm first."

"..."

Isn't this aging too fast?
It was early autumn yesterday.

After discussing the topic of fashion, Lin Yi'an remembered what he wanted to say: "Boy, are you two wearing long johns?"

Wen Miao: "Huh?"

He Yin: "Long johns?"

Wen Miao turned her head to look at He Yin, and then reported truthfully, "Hippo isn't wearing it, I'm wearing it."

Hearing this, Lin Yi'an patted He Yin's shoulder earnestly, and said: "Remember to put on long johns when you go back, otherwise you will have no hope of getting off the list in the future."

He Yin: "?"

What does this have to do with being single?
Before he could ask this question, Lin Yi'an said to Wen Miao slowly and leisurely: "Miaomiao, remember, you need to keep your eyes open when looking for a boyfriend in the future. A man with this temperature is not good enough to wear long johns. He can By enduring the severe cold of this winter, I can hold back not looking for you for a day, but I am just a cold and heartless person."

He Yin: "..."

He was shot while lying down.

Wen Miao nodded frequently: "It makes sense."

Nodding her head, she took out her mobile phone and wrote down this motto of awakening the world in the memo.

After saying hello here, Wen Miao went to Jingxian and Chen Qisheng for a turn, and when he came back, he heard Mr. Lin blowing his beard and staring at Lin Yi'an: "How many times have I told you? Why, I asked Did you get married or did it kill you?"

Lin Yi'an still had the same expression on his face, with his left ear going in and his right ear coming out, obviously he didn't take what the old man said at all.

Wen Miao paused, stopped and looked over.

Every year at the end of the year, besides urging the marriage, Mr. Lin also urges the birth: "What's the use of having a daughter? When the daughter grows up and gets married, she won't care about you in the future. Who will take care of you when you get old?"

"Don't worry." Lin Yi'an raised his eyebrows, and said in a very caring but very annoying tone, "I will prove with practical actions that even if you have a son, I won't care about you when you get old."

"..."

Mr. Lin mobilized all the accomplishments he had in his life before he could barely suppress the phrase "you bastard" that had come to his lips.

He Chen who was standing next to him couldn't help lowering his head and laughing, but he felt that it wasn't good to laugh when the old man was so angry, so he coughed lightly and forced the smile down his lips. .

Mr. Lin took a deep breath, endured it for a long time before he opened his mouth again: "Then what will you do in a hundred years? At that time, every time the tombstones of the Qingming family are bustling, you are deserted, and even a money burner No."

Lin Yi'an: "Then what if someone goes to the wrong grave?"

Old man: "..."

"Besides, instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself first." Lin Yi'an straightened his sleeves indifferently, and continued, "Look, I won't care about you when you're old. Burn paper?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)