Campus belle's cultivation master

The sun was shaded by gloomy clouds, and the air was cold and humid. It was clearly ten o'clock in the morning, but it seemed as if it was near dusk.

The drizzle is still falling, with the coolness of late autumn. Some people say that this is probably the last rain in Yanjing, and the north is about to usher in a cold winter.

There are yellow fallen leaves floating on the surface of the lake, the lake water is clear, and raindrops fall from high altitude, rippling layer upon layer. Every leaf is washed clean by the rain, showing a golden yellow. Some swayed in the cold wind, some swayed down from the branches and piled up on the ground.

With a black umbrella, Lin Yu trod on the wet autumn leaves and came slowly along the stone path. He went around the shallow lake, took another turn, and finally stopped outside the small manor in panlongling.

After pondering for a long time, he raised his hand and knocked on the door ring.

Dong Dong! Dong Dong!

"It's coming, it's coming!" Inside came the voice of the old man, and immediately the door slowly opened a crack.

From the crack in the door stretched out a round head, about 50 or 60 years old, wrinkled face pile tired. He looked up at Lin Yu and suddenly changed his color: "master? Why are you here? "

"Come and see." Lin Yu's low voice answered that it was Qin Xiaolian, the head of the Qin family. Not only that, in the eyes of the old family at the moment, what they see is the haggard and tired appearance of Qin Xiaolian.

The old family quickly opened the door wide and stepped aside. He stretched his neck and looked out of the door. He looked puzzled: "master, are you alone?"

"Well, let me see." Lin Yu took the umbrella, put it in his hand and stepped in.

The old man busily took the umbrella, closed the door and bolted the door. He looked at the tall and straight figure of his master, and his suspicions were even more serious.

What's this place? Panlongling!

Outside Yanjing, the most remote suburb, you have to drive through many cemeteries for more than half an hour before you can get here through the continuous mounds.

It's very unusual for the owner to come here alone. What's more, he hasn't even seen a car so far. Is it hard for him to come over the mountain road of more than 100 li?

The old family followed, stepping on a thin layer of water on the ground, walking through the courtyard towards the front of the small attic, drooping face and frowning, confused.

Shortly after, he arrived outside the attic.

"You step back." Lin Yu waved to his hometown and immediately pushed the door open.

As soon as he raised his face, he saw two old maids sitting quietly in the corner, and their dark cheeks seemed to be full of the vicissitudes and boredom of life.

The two old maids were different from what they had seen a few days ago, but they had the same old and gloomy smell.

"You step down, too." Lin Yu frowned and waved to them to leave.

This is not in line with the rules. At least two old maids were instructed to keep an eye on the hostess in the attic. But in their eyes, what they saw was the well-known head of the Qin family. His words were equivalent to the imperial edict and must be observed.

So the two old maids hesitated, stood up, bowed and left the house slowly.

Lin Yu sent all the others away, took the door with his backhand, and walked slowly up the stairs.

Qin Xiangyun is still sitting on the folding bed, looking quiet. But today, she did not continue to embroider her rich peony.

She heard the voice of going upstairs, turned her face, looked straight at her eyes, and said with a sneer, "are you coming to see my joke again?"

Lin Yu was slightly stunned. He could clearly feel that there was a volcano that might erupt at any time under the calm of the other side.

Qin Xiangyun's expression, eyes and posture are different from the one when Lin Yu disguised himself as an old servant. He finally realized that maybe this was what his mother had been holding here for 20 years.

A caged Bluebird, no matter how hard and how struggling, can only stay in this small attic, day after day, year after year, being worn away by years and aging, but destined to fly in the vast blue ocean.

There seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

Lin Yu didn't take it seriously. He went to the wall in silence and sat down on the chair.

"Every time you come, it's a shock to me." Qin Xiangyun laughed sadly, "when you appear in the yard, I'm really afraid that you will come to see me with his head as you said."

She raised her hand to wipe the red eyes, held her forehead, and sobbed: "you haven't caught him, he's still safe, right?"

Lin Yu blinked and asked, "do you care about him?"

"Nonsense! That's my flesh and blood, my son! Qin Xiaolian, if you dare to hurt half of his hair, I will not let you go as a ghost! " Qin Xiangyun raised his face abruptly, his eyes were red, and he glared fiercely. His cheeks were twisted.

At this time, she is no longer the well-educated and gentle lady, she is just a mother who protects her son from harm.

Lin Yu's hand on his knee shuddered. He took a deep breath and calmed the ups and downs of his mind.

Unexpectedly, Qin Xiangyun stood up from the folding bed, red eyes went to the table, poured a cup of tea. She pushed the cup in front of Lin Yu, and suddenly knelt down, two lines of tears.

Lin Yu suddenly felt at a loss. He glared at her and looked at her in shock: "what are you doing?"

"Brother, that's your nephew. How can you have the heart to do it?" Qin Xiangyun trembled all over, and his teeth clucked. "I beg you, please forgive him. Don't... don't hurt him. I know I'm wrong. I'm a cheap girl. I shouldn't go to Jiangnan to seduce men and shame my family

I beg you, let him go. Twenty years, my little sister asked you this time. If you spare him, I'll stay here for the rest of my life until I die. I... I listen to you. I admit my mistake and I'm soft hearted. I don't want to run out any more... "

Lin Yu looked at his mother, kneeling down in front of him. His two hands on his legs clenched and loosened, then clenched and loosened again. He felt very nervous and sweating, just like when he was a child, he was suddenly carried to the platform by a strict teacher to recite the text

"He... Actually... I... I am..." he opened his mouth and began to stutter until Qin Xiangyun suddenly jumped up, pressed his shoulder and put a spoon against his throat.

It was an ordinary stainless steel spoon, but the edge was polished as sharp as a dagger.

"Brother, I knew you would not agree." Qin Xiangyun still had tears on his cheek. He sniffed and bit his teeth hard. "If you don't let my son go, I'll kill you today!"

Lin Yu

Dear mother, are you serious