Generational Marriage

There was fine snow in the sky, and the yellow river water was endless. She was up and down in the water, struggling, trying to catch something, trying to breathe freely, but all she got was cold water from her mouth and nose. It spread into her lungs, like ten thousand steel needles piercing in. The stabbing was painful and numb...Lin Jinrong smiled sadly in the ups and downs.

This may be fate, but she shouldn’t have died, and lychee shouldn’t have died. If it wasn’t for those ungrateful people who had abandoned them, if it hadn’t been that person who would never return, she shouldn’t have fallen to this point-in order to avoid bandits. The soldiers were insulted and thrown into the river. She didn't understand, why she treated them sincerely and heartily, but in the end, she became the abandoned one?

A wave hit her, her eyes went dark, and she didn't bother to move a finger, so be it. In a daze, she seemed to hear someone calling her name, but she was too lazy to open her eyes, who would be? It's nothing more than an illusion, even he has left her alone, who else cares about her life and death.

Lin Jinrong awakened from the nightmare, sweating through his clothes. She desperately grabbed the cold silk quilt and panted, as if trying to retrieve all the breaths that had been delayed. After a dozen or so breaths, she realized that she was still on the small carved and lacquered bed of her own family. She was just dreaming and she was still alive. She slumped and let go of her rigid hands, limp on the bed, counting her still very fast heartbeat in the dark.

... The heartbeat never stopped. She reminded herself that she was alive and pitiful, and when she woke up, she went back to her childhood. Before everything happened, she still had a chance.

"Did the girl have a nightmare again?" Nursing mother Gui carefully put the celadon oil lamp in her hand on the table, hung the half-old rained azure gauze tent on the silver hook, and looked at Lin Jinrong inside the tent.

In semi-darkness, Lin Jinrong's eyes were bright, and her face seemed to be panicked and dazed. The strands of hair on her forehead were soaked in cold sweat, and they were wetly attached to her forehead, making her look thin and white. The egg face is thinner and whiter.

Although Madam Gui did not see her answer, she knew that she had indeed had a nightmare. She couldn't help but sighed slightly. She only touched her hand and went to fetch her a change of laundry familiarly, and asked the outside to listen with stunned ears. Girl lychee: "Litchi, take the warm water on the stove and wipe the girl. All sweaty."

The girl's lychee also put on her clothes, brought hot water in, filled the brass basin with hot water neatly, and took a piece of fragrant cloth towel to soak in, and went forward to help Madam Gui clean Lin Jinrong. Change clothes.

Lin Jinrong sat up obediently, and silently let them undress and scrub her body. The warm cloth wiped her body. After the comfort, she was slightly cool. She gradually stopped shaking and her heartbeat calmed down.

Mother Gui scrubbed Lin Jinrong from the cold sweat on her body, and asked her caringly: "Girl, what did you dream of just now? It's so pitiful to be so scared."

Lin Jinrong pursed her pink lips, and it took a long time before she whispered: "Don't talk about dreams at night."

Lychee and Grandma Gui looked at each other, and both saw helplessness in each other's eyes. Lychee bowed his head to tie up the belt for Lin Jinrong, and said with a smile: "Girl, let Mother Gui tell you the story."

In fact, it means to worry that Lin Jinrong is afraid, and have nightmares again, and let Mother Gui sleep with her. It's just that Lin Jinrong has a good face, and the Lin family has strict rules. Since she was four years old, the nursing mother could not sleep with her. That's why she used this euphemism.

Lin Jinrong looked up at the lychee, her eyes extremely complicated. Lychee is two years older than her, silent and steady, and she looks white and pure, and her nose is even more beautiful. Lychee has been by her side since Lin Jinrong just remembered her. It was her playmate and her maid. Later, everyone left her. Only the lychee stayed with her until she died. If it weren’t for the lychee, she would jump into the river. There is no chance of death.

Lychee was a little embarrassed by Lin Jinrong's straight eyes. He smiled and touched his cheek, shaking his hand in front of Lin Jinrong, and said, "What are the four girls looking at? Could it be that you haven't woken up yet, don't you recognize the slave girl?" The young masters of the Lin family are ranked according to their clan, so even though Lin Jinrong is the second daughter of the third room, she must follow the order of the four girls.

How could she not recognize it? She remembers it firmly. Lychee, I want to treat you well, in this life, I will never ask you to suffer that kind of bitterness again. Lin Jinrong retracted his gaze, with a faint smile on his lips, lay down silently, straightened out the hair scattered on the pillow, and said softly: "Grandma's birthday, everyone will be busy tomorrow. Go to sleep, just leave me a light."

Mother Gui looked at Litchi worriedly again, and said softly: "Girl, you..." Since the girl was born with that illness half a month ago, she has always had nightmares at night, crying and shouting. Be quiet when the light is on. I thought she was getting better, so I listened to the third wife and turned off the light, but she had a nightmare again.

Lin Jinrong closed his eyes tiredly: "I am not young anymore, I know how to count."

Although she is only twelve years old, she is not a little girl anymore. Madam Gui was helpless, so she had to leave her with a lamp, put down the tent, and walked out gently with the lychees. When the door was closed, Madam Gui said softly, "It’s not going on like this. Look at the girl’s eyes. Qing Ying is getting heavier and heavier, and she is not energetic. As I look at it, I am afraid that I will be very frightened that day, so I have to talk to the third wife and think of a more useful way." He cursed a few words: "The second wife is really true. The Da Bai Qingtian does that kind of wicked thing, and she doesn't know how to cover it up. It frightens the four girls."

Lin Jinrong's eyelids moved lightly.

Madam Gui was talking about the fourth young master who had not yet married in the second room-her fourth cousin had enlarged the belly of the girl next to the second wife, and the second wife killed the baby with a bowl of medicine, but never cleaned it up. Lin Jinrong happened to hit him. This frightened her. In the previous life, she had been in a daze for nearly a month, and it was OK to hire a doctor and gods at home, but this time, she was not afraid of that thing, this kind of thing, and what she later encountered. What are those things in comparison! Only those who have witnessed the gangsters know what life is like grass mustard!

Just listen to the lychee sighed: "It's difficult for my wife, and Sanye doesn't care about it."

Lin Jinrong's real father, San Ye Lin, is a stray god, and the four girls were so frightened that he just watched them twice as the occasion demands. The third wife, Dow, has a strong personality. She can't rub the sand in her eyes. She doesn't know how to subdue and bow her head. The husband and wife are complaining. They have never been together for ten words. They have done a big fight for this matter. It has been deadlocked for half a month without speaking.

Mother Gui sighed heavily, was silent for a moment, but excitedly said to Litchi: "Have you heard? Auntie will be back tomorrow." She said in a gloating tone, "You said it's all over. It’s been several years, and I don’t know if her adopted young master has been brought up. The child was too old when he adopted it."

"No matter how old he is, he is only a child. It has been six or seven years away. As long as the aunt is kind to him, the human heart will grow. I am afraid it will be about the same." Lychee replied in a low voice.

Lin Jinrong almost numbly said silently: "No, Lu Yan will never be familiar with it. He only has himself and his biological parents in his heart, and there are no others."

Lin Jinrong felt uncomfortable when she thought of Lu Yan. She tried her best to think about other things, not wanting to think about this name and everything related to it. Looking at the celadon oil-saving lamp on the table through the half-old gauze tent, she desperately thought that when she was younger, copper lamps or candles were used at home. Later, her grandfather was idle, and there was no one outstanding in her father’s generation. Although she has fame but has never been an official, let alone a business, she is a generation who only knows how to eat, drink and play, chant the wind and the moon, the family only pays but does not make money, but her generation has a lot of brothers and sisters. Choi, after a few wedding events, except for the old lady and the old lady's room, the family can only use the celadon oil-saving lamp, which can save half of the oil compared to the copper lamp.

She sighed softly, and it was true that one generation was not as good as one. So at that time, when she got that marriage, the sisters in the family still had their eyes brightened with envy, and she also thought it was a good marriage... a beautiful marriage, scorn... Why did you think of this again? She sneered and shook her head unconsciously. If she remembers correctly, Lu Yan will also come tomorrow, and that will be the first time she and him have met since they grew up. Tomorrow, Lin Jinrong's heart suddenly felt a bit hostile, and her teeth bit her lips sorely.

Although there were many things in her mind, she was so young that she soon felt that the lamp was getting dim and getting farther and farther, and gradually, she fell asleep. This time, she slept extremely peacefully.

As soon as the sun showed half of his head, a slender figure gently pushed open the carved door leaf with a pot, filled the copper basin by the window with hot water, and walked to the bed, opened the tent, and put his cool hand in. Lin Jinrong, who was still asleep, had the lotus-colored silk quilt removed.

Lin Jinrong woke up in shock, squinted his eyes and looked at the Yixiyi's face in front of him warily, with a slightly naughty face, a trace of impatience and ridicule flashed in his eyes, but the corners of his lips were gently curved in a nice arc: "Longan."

Girl Longan is the biological daughter of Mother Gui, and Lin Jinrong grew up eating Mother Gui’s milk, and she has been with Lin Jinrong since she was young. When it comes to being close to each other, her lychees are quite different. Therefore, Guiyuan's attitude towards Lin Jinrong can be said to be so intimacy that exceeds that of the usual master and servant. Lin Jinrong's treatment of her is also beyond the affection of the master and servant, and she wants to find a good future for her. However, it is such a longan, but in the end it is such an ungrateful, greedy person.

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