Who is he
It is Lin Shu.
Yingying couldn't speak, and Lin Shu didn't speak either, but wrote the word "Lin Shu" on her palm.
He thought that Yingying would know who he was.
But Yingying didn't say anything special, but smiled at him.
The delicate little face, the eyebrows and the eyes are curved, and there seems to be a beautiful clear water in the eyes.
Yingying wrote on his hand: "Brother Lin Shu."
Is that brother
Lin Shu looked at Yingying's outline.
If he remembered correctly, once the fruit came to speak ill of Xiao Shao, saying that Xiao Shao wanted it to bear another fruit.
Guozi also said at the beginning that Xiao Shao was bad, and in order to anger Xiao Shao, he had to absorb more of Lin Shu's aura, so that the future fruit would only look like Lin Shu, not him.
So now... is that fruit bearing
Is it worthy to use it for Tongbei
But... Yingying doesn't recognize him.
I don't know the name Lin Shu either.
She just called out "Brother Lin Shu" as if she had met a stranger.
But she was, strictly speaking, Lin Shu's daughter.
Lin Shu thought, maybe in the past three years, Xiao Shao didn't mention the name "Lin Shu", so Yingying didn't know that such a person existed.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Yingying stretched out her arm towards him.
Lin Shu was familiar with this action.
In the beginning, Guozi liked to be hugged like this.
He leaned down and hugged Yingying.
The body is small and soft, and the red clothes on her body are the kind of fabric that Ling Fengxiao often uses. There is no smell in the dream, but Lin Shu's nose seems to smell the faint fragrance of milk.
After being picked up, Yingying's eyes were full of smiles, and she hugged Lin Shu's neck tightly.
The ends of her hair swept across Lin Shu's shoulders, like a cat's claws gently scratching.
Lin Shu wrote on her hand, "Why can't you speak?"
Yingying replied to him: "born."
Are you born
Is the problem with the fruit of the fruit, or is the problem with the knife
When it came to the issue of not being able to speak, Yingying seemed a little sad, and slumped into his arms.
Lin Shu wrote on the palm of her hand, "You can't do this to strangers."
Yingying wrote: "I know."
Then he paused and continued to write: "But I want you to hug me."
Lin Shu looked into her eyes.
Beautiful, jet-black pupils, clear and bright, full of unconditional trust and dependence.
Like Guozi and Yingying, they are all formed by the aura of heaven and earth, and they have an extraordinary keen perception of many things.
At this moment, Yingying wanted to be held by him, perhaps because she felt some familiar aura.
Like Ruozi, he likes to rely on him or Xiao Shao when he has something to do.
After hugging for a while, Yingying wrote, "Let's go play by the water."
Lin Shu wrote: "Okay."
The Yanwu Arena is not simply a place composed of arenas. The arenas are dotted on a large lake, and although few people come to the lake, there are many beautiful scenery and many small buildings. I vaguely remember that he and Ling Fengxiao would occasionally walk by the lake back then.
He led Yingying along the water, and Yingying watched the egrets in the shoal curiously, or folded a reed flower or two.
The red figure flew around like a small butterfly.
Tired of playing, I found a trestle, sat down beside the trestle, and quietly nestled in his arms.
Lin Shu asked her, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
Although it was daytime in the dream, it was very late outside.
Yingying wrote: "There is no one in the room, so I can't sleep."
Lin Shu wrote: "One person?"
Yingying replied: "And cats and cats."
Lin Shu: "Have you always lived alone?"
Yingying: "No."
Then write: "Sometimes nothing is missing, sometimes..."
Writing here, she stopped, as if thinking about the words, and finally wrote: "Sometimes Daddy will accompany me."
Lin Shu thought to himself, but fortunately he was asking. If it was someone else, I'm afraid Yingying would sell the fact that her father was a man.
However, if it was someone else, she probably wouldn't let down her guard so easily.
He wrote: "What about no shortage?"
Yingying wrote: "Run away from home."
Lin Shu: "…"
He asked Yingying, "How long has it been?"
Yingying wrote: "Wu Que often runs away from home and will come back in two or three days."
Fine.
Lin Shu thought, often running away from home—could this be a psychological disorder for children from single-parent families
But thinking about it again, isn't it himself who created the single-parent family.
He felt a little wrong, and instead of asking again, he asked, "Where is your father?"
Yingying replied: "I haven't come back yet."
... Lin Shu: "What did you do?"
Yingying: "He just left and is very busy."
Lin Shu didn't know what to say.
After a long time, he slowly wrote in Yingying's palm, "Is he healthy?"
Yingying wrote: "It's okay."
However, the little girl's chatterbox was opened.
She continued: "But he often doesn't sleep."
Then he wrote the key point: "There were just a lot of meteors. He coughed up blood, but he was fine after he coughed."
Then wrote: "Also often go out and drink with people."
And: "I didn't eat well either."
Continues: "Many people are afraid of him."
Continue: "He can be fierce sometimes."
Still going: "He went to guard the border last year, and he said it was cold and cold there."
The lengthy accusation can almost be compared with Xiao Lingyang's brilliant masterpiece "The Twelve Evil Indictments of Chen Lingfengxiao".
Yingying wrote the last sentence: "He is not happy."
Lin Shu didn't say anything, just hugged Yingying tightly.
He came to the dreamland to find Xiao Shao this time, but because of the unknown vision of the "Suzaku Chihui", he wanted to ask if Xiao Shao was okay.
According to Yingying's answer, it's okay, but not good either.
And the matter of coughing up blood is obviously related to the vision of the stars.
He was silent for a long time, and wrote in Yingying's palm: "persuade him."
After writing, I was a little confused.
Yingying is still young and can't even speak, so what can she persuade
Then he wrote: "If you cough up blood again, let me know."
Yingying nodded and continued to look at the egret in his arms.
Lin Shu counted the time and felt that it was really late at night, so he wrote in Yingying's palm: "It's time to sleep."
Yingying flattened her mouth, nodded, and wrote, "Will you come tomorrow?"
Lin Shu originally wanted to stop talking, but when he met those beautiful eyes, he gave a strange nod.
Yingying smiled happily and wrote in his palm, "Then I will wait for you tomorrow."
After writing this sentence, I wrote again: "Daddy won't let me play with boys, I won't tell him."
Lin Shu touched her head, sent her off the assembly line, and then controlled his spiritual sense and left the dream.
Standing by the window, looking at the night sky outside, he thought about Yingying's words.
He was not happy.
With the most wanted Yingying, he is still not happy.
He didn't know what he was thinking, so he stood there all night before returning at dawn.
In the early morning of the next day, after a little tidying up, I went down the mountain and headed south, taking the Tianchi Ridge and heading towards the Great Dragon Court.
Accompanying him were Elder He, Elder Song, Lingsu and Qinglu.
Qinglu practiced the sword very hard.
But his aptitude is really poor, and his understanding is not good. This may be one of the reasons why the elders were reluctant to ask him.
Lin Shu asked him to memorize the sword notation first. After he was familiar with it, he began to practice basic sword moves, swinging the sword 30,000 times a day.
Thirty thousand times, this number is really huge, and even Ling Su was a little scared.
Qinglu asked him, "Master, do you all practice like this?"
In order to maintain this apprentice's self-esteem, Lin Shu did not say that it was because of your poor qualifications, but nodded: "Yes."
Qing Lu: "Okay, I'll go practice now."
After he left, Lingsu asked tentatively, "He only learned swordsmanship, is there a lot?"
Lin Shu: "It's okay."
When he was young, his old man asked him like this, saying that 30,000 times was the rule of the sword pavilion, the foundation of the foundation.
Thirty thousand times, a lot, and he suffered a lot because of it.
But now when I look at Jiange, everyone swings their swords 10,000 times, but not 30,000 times - he was actually beaten by an old donkey.
The author has something to say: After "I sold myself", Lin Shu achieved the achievement "I pit myself".