A shot in Mr. Lin's heart

Chapter 114 Don't Get Lost
Ji Nian came back to his senses, and raised his eyebrows at Lin Ye, "Actually, I just want to see what's going on here, it doesn't seem to have changed at all."

She pretended to be relaxed, gave Lin Ye a playful smile, and continued to move forward.

Lin Ye's eyes were filled with a smile, and he walked leisurely behind her, his gaze skipping over the white walls and green tiles embraced by the years.

Most of the streets and alleys looked uninhabited. After walking two steps in, a family on the right caught his attention.

The door is very new, and it seems that it looks like it is often in and out.

Lin Ye withdrew his gaze and stopped observing.

At the end of the alley is Ji Nian's grandmother's house. From the outside, you can see a big pagoda tree. When you open the door and enter, the door makes an unpleasant "creak" sound due to disrepair.

Ji Nian stood at the door and didn't go in.

She can't take that step.

I don't know if the word close to home can sum up her mood at this time, but she just can't go in.

The leaves of the locust tree have all fallen, and there is a rocking chair covered with dust and faded to white under the tree.

She vaguely remembered that grandma was an elegant woman who had studied. Even at the age of 50 or [-], she still had a gentle temperament. She sat under the green locust tree, raised her eyes and smiled at her with a brush in her hand.

"Nian Nian, that's how the word 'Nian' is written, I have to go back here."

"Nian Nian, tell grandma the poem I learned today."

"Nian Nian, if you don't cry, I'll make locust tree flowers for you to eat."

"Nian Nian, your grandfather likes this place the most."

"Nian Nian, why does your mother always refuse to listen to me?"

……

Familiar objects and scenes are like keys that have been dusty for many years, opening the corner of memory. No one wants to forget, but only sporadic pictures can be thought of.

It wasn't until this moment that those once plain words came back to her mind with such a thick color in her life.

Those people who were slowly forgotten came alive again in her heart, and when they were brought up again, there was only nostalgia and shock.

She raised her hand to wipe it off, tears welling up on her face.

Grandpa was a revolutionary martyr who died early, and grandma raised her mother alone, and the hands that used to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting have also adapted to the daily life of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

She has been persistent for half her life, but in the end she followed grandpa early.

In the end, it seemed, everyone abandoned her.

She is alone.

Ji Nian sniffed, calmed down, turned around with his head down, "Lin Ye, let's go back."

Lin Ye looked at her without speaking, and stretched out his hand.

Ji Nian frowned and looked up at him, with tears in his eyes.

"Hold your sleeves, don't get lost." Lin Ye's voice was flat, as if he knew that her thoughts were in a mess and she would not raise her head, so she did so.

"Oh." Ji Nian reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and the two of them walked out of the street slowly, the dead leaves under their feet rustled softly, as if they were young, running at will.

Already out of the alley, before Ji Nian let go, Lin Ye suddenly stopped.

She heard him say, "Come here."

Ji Nian raised his head and saw Lin Ye handing Zhang ten yuan over. He said no need to look for it, turned around and handed it to Ji Nian, his voice still hoarse: "Don't cry."

cry?
This word is a bit new to Ji Nian's ears.

Crying is crying, Ji Nian didn't refute, took the candied haws, tore open the package and bit half, and ate in silence.

The sourness of hawthorn and the sweetness of rock sugar are neutralized together, creating a sour and sweet taste in the bottom of my heart.

　Is the update completed today? There will be a story about the characters of this case later.
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　　There are 20 days of vacation this summer, and it happens to be the day before my Lao Bai’s birthday. I try my best to finish writing the story during the vacation, at least a little more.

　　The subsequent case shouldn’t be too scary, I’m sorry for the scared baby (▽`)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)