The second night after Lin Ye left, she started writing letters. At first, she fainted and didn't know what to write. She stared at the candlestick and looked for a long time. She pushed open half of the wooden window, and there was a dark hole outside. A few years ago, she felt a little fear in her heart, and she could only force herself to fall asleep in the bed. Loneliness can ruin a person and create a person.

There is no wind or rain or nothing.

For several days, there were only these seven beautiful small calligraphy on the white rice paper.

It was not until one night that she looked at the rice paper that was blown by the wind on the desk and realized what she had done these days. She was confused and seemed to be unable to do anything well.

The next day, she went to the Taoist temple to ask for two talismans, one to ensure safety and the other to calm the mind. Because Huizong believed in Taoism, Taoist temples have been prosperous in recent years, and the shadows of Taoist temples can be seen in a slightly larger place.

There is no need to believe in or not. Compared with Buddha, she prefers Taoism. Buddha relies on the next life, Taoism relies on this life. She respects and does not believe in those illusory things.

After finishing his work every day, he simply made some food, cleaned up his room, took a bath, and sat in front of the window and copied the "Meditative Mantra" over and over again. Such a pure and desire-free life accompanied most of his absence.

In the next few days, she thought a lot, and when she arrived at the ancient ferry, she was thinking about how to survive. With this livelihood, she began to get up early and go to bed late. Although she had no idea about money, she thought it was a little more in her small box. During that time, she didn't even dare to get sick. She paid attention to the change of seasons in spring and winter, and three meals a day.

Now with Lin Ye’s help, she no longer worry about money. For so many years, the world has not been able to remove the spiritual energy and innocence of her.

Every night, she tossed and turned on the bed, her mind was filled with Lin Ye's every move, his hair, eyes, and back. Qingyin bit her lip, restraining herself from thinking about him, but never succeeded. She finally realized that she liked him, and that was a faint favor, which turned into storm waves and hit her mind late at night.

However, she felt that she was getting farther and farther away from him, and this sense of distance hurt her heart every moment. She wanted to narrow the distance between the two, at least, be qualified to look up at him behind him.

She lifted the brush before the desk and finally put it down again. A pitch-black ink dot was left on the white rice paper. She understood calligraphy and painting, not the kind of knowledge that she collected calligraphy and painting. Her father loved these collections the most, so she had come into contact with some celebrities or extremely exquisite copying very early. She began to learn to paint shapes at the age of five, began to copy at the age of six, and had her own collection of paintings at the age of eight.

At the age of ten, she could reach the level of copying calligraphy and paintings her father collected, and could almost be faked and real. In her father's collection, there was a copy of "The Lady with Flowers in a Hairpin". She practiced hard for two years, but she still couldn't get the charm.

Until she arrived at the ancient ferry, she was busy and painting to relieve her depression. At that time, she suddenly remembered the pictures of ladies practicing at home. With her feelings, she drew a picture of "Lady's Bathing Picture", which was her most satisfied work.

Two years ago, he fell seriously ill and had a cold. He had not recovered after taking medicine for a long time. The money in the small box became less and less day by day. She felt that this was not a solution. She spent money to buy a long wooden box with a scroll, put the picture of a lady to go to the pawn shop. To her surprise, the painting was actually fifty taels, and when she saw the shopkeeper's expression, she was afraid that it would be a lot of price. She knew that she had some insights into paintings, but she didn't expect that there would be such a high price.

At this point, she sealed the pen and took her private seal into the small box. At the beginning, she thought about selling paintings to make a living, but in the end she gave up. She was just a weak woman. If she became famous in this field, she would be in trouble. If her parents were still there, she might persist.

Qingyin started to make gouache with different colors. Some looked pretty good, some were completely invisible, let alone used on women's faces.

Liu Ruxue has been in a more tragic way these days. After that night, she never saw Lin Hai again. Until she embarked on the itinerary to the south, he did not come to see her. Lin Yun didn't know what awkward thing happened. When he learned that Lin Hai was going to send him to the south, he hid in the building and refused to go home. Old Li just said: Yun'er will be sent over in a while.

She didn't understand why Lin Hai was so anxious to send her away, but she felt a little bit of bad things in her heart. She left this prosperous capital with sadness, worry, and a little indignation.

As for Liu Dama, I have become like this. Let’s go wherever I like! She no longer has the energy to think about these things. The chips in the other party’s hands are no longer a threat to her, and the situation can no longer be broken.

The Pear Orchard of Shangshu Mansion is its peak period. Flowers bloom and fade everywhere, and people come and go with love. A breeze blows by, and the white stamens tremble on the branches, but they don’t want to leave.

All left, everyone left, he was so happy that his ears were clear, but what was the loneliness in his heart.

"Master, the tea is cold." Vanilla stood behind him, reminding her kindly that she remembered Lin Hai very clearly. Except for mouthwashing tea, the master always drinks hot tea.

Lin Hai sighed and was about to close the lid of the cup. A pear petal was shaking and falling into the cup by the wind. When he looked closer, the white petals were faint pink on the edge.

"Come on, sit here, Vanilla!" Lin Hai waved and did not hold her. Although Vanilla is not young, she is still innocent. He did not want Vanilla to think that he had any other thoughts about her and would arouse disgust.

Vanilla sat opposite him, a little shy. Although he had been in the Lin Mansion for so many years and had always been a maid, after all, she was still a servant, and only her wife treated her like a sister. However, Lin Hai was not bad for her, but she had to be self-aware of her.

"Thank you for your hard work these days, take care of me, the old man." Lin Hai was filled with loving care and a little sadness.

"What the master said? This is the duty of vanilla." She always felt that Lin Hai was a little strange these two days, but she couldn't say it. The only feeling was that after the wife and the second wife left, Lin Hai looked much older.

"You have been in the mansion for so many years. It is logical that you should have told you about a matchmaker's marriage, but it has been delayed until now." Ouyang Qianxue wanted to say tribute to her a kiss a few years ago, but she was rejected by Vancao. She didn't wait for him!

Vanilla heard the apology in his words and blushed. Why did she mention this for no reason?

"Master, it's okay, it's good for me to stay by my wife." She didn't want to get married. For some reason, they said that this is a world of world and her life will never leave Bianjing City. She will never meet many interesting people in her life. She is afraid of marrying someone she doesn't like.

"No, marriage is a lifelong event." Without in-laws, a person's life is incomplete.

"Does there anyone you like? The master will decide for you then?"

Vanilla didn't speak, but just buried her head lower. Time seemed to have not worn away the girlish aura on her body.

"Yun'er is by nature, but she is not bad at all. Although Ye'er is a good candidate, she has no motivation." Lin Hai's meaning, she seemed to want to let Vanilla choose one of the two. Although it is impossible for her to be a real wife, they all looked at her growing up. As long as Ouyang is still there, she would never be bullied.

"Vanilla is just a servant, not worthy of the young master." The woman murmured. She never expected that Lin Hai chose her husband for her to be two young masters. Generally speaking, her identity could only be betrothed to the housekeeper in the mansion or other people who are beneficial to the Shangshu Mansion to win people's hearts. As Lin Hai said, it was a bit unruly.

"I'm free to make arrangements, you don't have to worry about these." Lin Hai sprinkled the tea in the cup on the ground, and with that petal, no matter how beautiful the artistic conception was, it could not match the importance of survival.

"How is Yun'er?" In his mind, Lin Yun is more suitable for her. Not only is the two of them a little closer, but there is also a deeper reason.

The woman shook her head.

"That's Zihan?"

"Master, the second young master and I may not be suitable." Vanilla is twenty-six years older than Lin Ye this year, and she is more than eight years older than Lin Ye. When Lin Ye first came out, she hugged him. Now that they are going to get married, it is always a bit strange.

He was a experienced person, and there was no way to tell the doubts and pain in the vanilla expression. She was interesting to Ye'er, but because of some things, she was a little resistant and afraid of this feeling.

"I understand. I will write a letter to discuss with Qianxue. Don't take this matter to heart."

"Master." A middle-aged man in a gray robe walked towards him. He looked pretty handsome, but his eyes made her feel gloomy. Butler Li accompanied the second wife to the south. This person was brought back by the master. He is said to be a relative in his hometown and is temporarily managing all kinds of things in the mansion. Vanilla doesn't like him.

"Vanilla, you go down first!"

"Yes." He bowed and walked out of the courtyard gate.

"Liu Dama's matter has been figured out, how should we deal with it?"

"Kill it! You're not upset." Although he had doubts, he didn't want to figure it out. Many years ago, when he asked someone to check the news about this person, it was already the news of his death.

"I'll make arrangements now." The man turned his back and held the corner of his mouth. Old guy, see when you can show off.

Lin Hai looked at this pear orchard and sighed that time was unforgiving. Half of these pear trees were planted by him and Ouyang Qianxue. Now, I don’t know how many seasons have passed.
Chapter completed!