Lin Qingyu came to the door of the bedroom, the door was hidden.
When he returned to the Lin Mansion today, he did not bring Huantong. At this moment, Huantong was squatting next to Lu Wancheng's wheelchair, putting a blanket on his lap. Huantong has followed him for many years and is considered well-informed. He saw that Lu Wancheng's spirit was so amazing, he was not as happy as Hualu, but he talked to Lu Wancheng with a strong face and a smile.
"What do you want to eat at night, Xiaohou, I let the small kitchen prepare in advance."
Lu Wancheng thought for a while and said, "I want to eat plum cake."
Huantong said dumbly: "Okay."
"What time is it?" Lu Wancheng asked, turning his face in the direction of the wardrobe.
Lin Qingyu followed and looked towards the closet, but didn't see anything special.
Huantong said: "Shen Shi is at the end."
"Why hasn't your young master come back."
"It should be soon, Master said he will come back for dinner."
Lu Wancheng kept looking in that direction, a little worried: "Hurry up."
Lin Qingyu retired.
In the yard, Hualu was still humming a small tune, the tune was brisk, softly turning to listen. She turned around and saw Lin Qingyu standing at the door, wondering: "Young Master, why don't you go in?"
Lin Qingyu regained her consciousness and said, "Hua Lu, let me use your makeup for a while."
Lin Qingyu only put on makeup once in her life, on the day she married Lu Wancheng. He was extremely disgusted because of the man's discomfort with heavy makeup. When he got married, Xi Niang only painted his eyebrows, painted his lips, and put flowers on the center of his eyebrows.
Lu Wancheng doesn't care if he draws his eyebrows and lips. He seems to just want to see him wearing a happy dress and appliques.
Lin Qingyu looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have reduced a lot during this period. He picked up the pen and restored the flower tint that was pasted between his brows on the mirror stroke by stroke. It is a simple symmetrical flower tin, with only three strokes, enough to change a person's temperament. It seems that he is no longer himself, but a wife who pleases her husband by her appearance.
It turns out that a scholar can also be a confidant.
Then, he took off the plain clothes on his body, put on the complicated happy clothes one by one, girded the waist with a jade belt, and finally put on a layer of silk. The jade crown with his hair was taken off, and the green silk fell like a waterfall. He picked up the crown, thought for a while, and put it back.
Enough. He was giving away, not getting married.
"Master?" Huantong's voice came from outside, "Master, are you back?"
Before Lin Qingyu answered, Huantong rushed in and was stunned when she saw him.
Lin Qingyu stood up and dragged the back of his suit on the ground; he didn't have a crown, but let his long hair hang down naturally. When he lowered his head, the hair blocked half of his face.
Huantong had never seen such a young master, who was so eloquent and charming. He stayed for a while, until Lin Qingyu walked up to him, and then he slowly came over: "Master, how are you..."
Lin Qingyu asked, "Where is Lord Xiaohou?"
"Master Xiaohou thought that Master Xiaohou hadn't returned, so he said he was going to wait in the yard." Huantong remembered what she was here for, with a nasal voice in her voice, "Master, Master Xiaohou, he..."
"I know." Lin Qingyu was unusually calm, "You let someone prepare dinner. Tonight, you don't need to wait on the sidelines."
Xifu, or wedding dress, is heavy and inconvenient to wear on your body, and you may step on the hem of your clothes if you are not careful. In order to be able to reach Lu Wancheng as soon as possible, he had to wear his clothes like a woman, walk through the quiet corridor, and walk quickly to the courtyard—
Lu Wancheng dressed in bright red clothes and snow-white fox fur, sitting in a wheelchair that had been vacant for a long time, like a red plum in the snow, burst into his eyes vigorously.
Today's Lu Wancheng is full of vigor, with blood on his cheeks and lips, his eyes are bright, with a faint youthful spirit, as if he is back in the warm spring of this year. At that time, Lu Wancheng didn't have to use a wheelchair, and even tried to pick him up without knowing it.
If... If the clothes on Lu Wancheng weren't that big, and if his legs were still conscious, he might also feel that Lu Wancheng might really be better.
Lu Wancheng just sat there, waiting for Jun to come.
Lin Qingyu opened her lips: "Yan Cheng."
Lu Wancheng's reaction was a little slow. First he was startled, then slowly turned his head, looked at him, and smiled broadly: "You are back."
The reaction to seeing him in peacetime is no different.
Lin Qingyu's chest seemed to be hit hard by something.
Lu Wancheng said so many times that he wanted to see him wearing wedding dresses and painting flowers. Why wait for him to really wear it and paint, but there is no special reaction at all
He raised his hand and tried to touch Lu Wancheng's eyes. His fingertips almost touched Lu Wancheng's eyelashes, and Lu Wancheng still kept his eyes open, staring at him without blinking. The corner of his mouth was crooked, and he smiled very beautifully: "Do you eat plum cake made by your mother-in-law when you go home today? By the way, have Qinghe's front teeth grown back."
Lin Qingyu's hand froze in the air, and then slowly fell: "I have eaten it, it has grown back."
Why did he forget. Lu Wancheng was poisoned all over his body, and everything was normal. How could he forget.
"I asked Huantong to prepare some plum cakes," Lu Wancheng said, "Will you accompany me to eat some more?"
Lin Qingyu nodded, and heard Lu Wancheng call out "Qingyu" again, and said: "Okay. It's cold outside, I'll push you back."
Lin Qingyu pushed Lu Wancheng into the hall. According to the rules of high-ranking households, all meals should be used in the hall. In the past, Lu Wancheng was lazy and asked people to deliver food to him. Later, Lu Wancheng gradually became seriously ill, and even if the food was delivered to the bed, he could not eat much.
Huantong asked the small kitchen to prepare a table of dishes. With red eyes, he was about to go down after finishing the dishes. Lu Wancheng stopped him: "Is there any wine?"
Lin Qingyu did not allow the patients in her hands to drink alcohol. The two have been married for so long, and have never drunk a drink. Lin Qingyu said: "Your body is not suitable for drinking."
Lu Wancheng said, "But, I'm already eighteen years old."
"This and..." Lin Qingyu took a deep breath and put out his usual tone, "It has nothing to do with how old you are."
"It doesn't matter. Eighteen years old means you can do whatever you want. It's hard to get to eighteen years old, how can you just do nothing..." Lu Wancheng had a meal and laughed, "Dr. Lin, let me have a drink."
Lin Qingyu held his breath and told Huantong: "Go get the wine."
Huantong served wine to the two of them and said in a low voice, "The two young masters have nothing else to do, so I will withdraw first." He was afraid that he would stay again, so he couldn't help crying.
Lu Wancheng said: "You are gone, who will serve me to eat?"
Huantong looked at Lin Qingyu at a loss. Lin Qingyu said: "I'll take care of it."
Lu Wancheng was startled slightly, pretending to be surprised: "So good?"
Lin Qingyu served Lu Wancheng a bowl of soup and leaned to his mouth: "Open your mouth."
Lu Wancheng opened his mouth obediently, and took a sip of the soup with his hand carefully, showing a satisfied expression: "One more bite."
Lu Wancheng didn't eat a few mouthfuls of food, so he said he wanted to drink. The wine was warmed beforehand, and Huantong took the mild pear blossom wine specially. There is no spicy taste in the mouth of the wine, and the fragrance of the wine lasts for a long time. Lu Wancheng took a sip and said, "Good wine."
Obviously when he takes the medicine, he doesn't feel the medicine is bitter.
Lin Qingyu turned her head and couldn't bear to look at him. He heard Lu Wancheng ask him: "Qingyu, is the Heyu wine that we drank when we got married?" Before Lin Qingyu could answer, he said to himself, "You will never be with a rooster in Heyu wine. Drink it."
Lin Qingyu closed her eyes: "I... don't remember."
Lu Wancheng said: "Then treat it as if you were drinking with me."
Lin Qingyu calmed down and opened his eyes again. The night outside the window is getting thicker, and I don't know when it will be a little snow, rustling and falling, the snow and the moon are white.
This is the first snow this winter.
Lin Qingyu felt a hint of joy in his heart. He remembered Lu Wancheng saying that he wanted to see him standing in the snow under an umbrella, his cheeks dyed red. "Late Cheng, it's snowing outside, do you want to go..." A "look" stuck in the throat, unable to speak.
"It's snowing?" Lu Wancheng seemed to not feel the strangeness of Lin Qingyu, his tone brisk, "Then I'm lucky. Let's go and enjoy the snow."
Lin Qingyu greeted him beforehand, and all his servants stayed in his room. No one saw him standing in the snow with his long hair standing in the snow under his wedding gown, holding an umbrella.
No one... saw it.
Lu Wancheng stretched out his hand to let the soft white snow fall on his palm. Leaving the light in the room, his face quickly dimmed, his lips lost his blood, and the only pair of eyes were still lit. Just like a flash in the pan, after desperately blooming, it quickly withered.
…Too short, and shortly frightening.
Lin Qingyu didn't know how to keep his blooming longer, so she could only hold his cool hand in vain. "Is it cold?"
Lu Wancheng shook his head and asked him suddenly, "Qingyu, do you still like girls?"
Lin Qingyu's throat rolled and said, "This is natural."
Lu Wancheng nodded and smiled: "That's good."
Lu Wancheng looked at Xuexue for a while, half-closed his eyes and said, "Qingyu, I'm a little tired."
Lin Qingyu was empty in her heart, and whispered softly: "If you are tired, just go to sleep."
When you fall asleep, you will be relieved, and you will no longer have to suffer from sickness.
But Lu Wancheng didn't listen to him. He still stubbornly opened his eyes and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry Qingyu, I seem... I can't hold it anymore. But I've worked very hard, don't be angry."
"No," Lin Qingyu knelt in the snow, holding an umbrella in one hand, and holding Lu Wancheng's cheek in the other, with a soft voice, "I won't be angry."
Lu Wancheng had probably already seen that the Donggong incident was not as they had hoped. Yes, Lu Wancheng is so smart, he knows everything, how could he not see it.
Lu Wancheng smiled under the umbrella and told him one last joke: "On the day of Xiao Teng's tragic death, the family sacrifice never forgot to tell Naifu."
Lin Qingyu couldn't help but smile when he heard the words.
Lu Wancheng seemed to feel that he was smiling. He kept looking at him, watching him until he couldn't hold it anymore, and finally closed his eyes: "Then, I will sleep for a while. Remember to wake me up."
Lin Qingyu promised him: "Okay."
The snow gets bigger and bigger.
No matter how hot Lin Qingyu's hands were, the person was still in his palm, getting cold bit by bit, stiff to the bones.
Shuofengyexue, the cold color shines on people, and everything is silent.
He wore a wedding gown and painted Huatian, just like when he and Lu Wancheng first met.