Lynch had a stiff face, a cautious smile appeared on his face, and he didn't speak, but his attitude was very clear. No matter what Yu Tanqiu said, he would take Yu Tanqiu back.

Yu Tanqiu had no choice but to use Lynch like this, and he started to curse, which was very vicious and unpleasant, and he stabbed Lynch's heart.

It is better to have short pain than long pain, and he made up his mind to break it with Lynch.

Lynch just held the umbrella, with a white face and scolded him, his expression was natural and sad.

As he cursed, Yu Tanqiu shut up.

Lynch... actually cried.

Big tears rolled down from the deep and concave eye sockets, slid across the beautiful and pale face, and when it fell to the corner of the mouth, the pale pink lips twitched slightly, and they looked unconsciously sad.

This is not the first time Yu Tanqiu has seen Lynch cry.

Every year on Yu Boju's death day, Lynch would sit behind the house with a white porcelain jar, stroking the cold white porcelain with both hands, his back was hunched and slow. When he turned around, his red eyes met Yu Tanqiu's gaze.

I was panicked and wiped my eyes with great clarity, and the light of water flashed through the corners of my eyes.

It was so pitiful that Yu Tanqiu wanted to hold him in his arms, hugged his thin shoulders, kissed his pale face, and told him, "You still have me."

Yu Tanqiu's lips trembled and walked quickly to Lynch. Lynch trembled because of his aggressive momentum. A hint of fear slipped across his blank face. Yu Tanqiu's voice was changing hoarsely, and he was ruthless.

"Get out if you're afraid."

Lynch's sunken eyes were like a pool of spring water, and a little tears came out of Yu Tanqiu's scolding. He trembled and stretched out his hand to hold Yu Tanqiu's thin wrist, "Go back with me."

Yu Tanqiu's wrist skin suddenly burned like a fire. Lynch was a tailor and had to deal with top-notch silk every day. His hands were well maintained, and his palms were delicate and hot... Yu Tanqiu suddenly grabbed Lynch's hand with his back hand. Lynch's hand was very

He looked down on Lynch's face, and Lynch's cheeks were fainting. Not only did he run out of chasing Yu Tanqiu, but he seemed to be sick.

"You're getting fever," Yu Tanqiu suppressed his heartache, let go of his hand, and said cruelly, "If you don't want to die outside, hurry up and go back."

Lynch immediately grabbed Yu Tanqiu's arm again. He grabbed it tightly, breathed rapidly, begged, and slowly shook his head, "Go back together, when I beg you..."

"You--" Yu Tanqiu seemed to have been torn in two halves. Half of him had already bowed to Lynch and wanted to kneel down and beg Lynch to love him. His other half really wanted to kill Lynch and kill himself.

, Only then can you explain the matter clearly if you go to the ground and then catch Yu Boju.

This is a dead knot that cannot be opened.

Yu Tanqiu gritted his teeth, and his tender face was vicious. He suddenly withdrew his wrist. Lynch clenched it tightly, and half of him pressed it in front of Yu Tanqiu. The two were very close. Lynch could see Yu Tanqiu's eyes spreading.

red bloodshot.

Yu Tanqiu stared at him, revealing his shiny teeth, and forced him out word by word from the cracks of his teeth, "You don't want to regret it later."

"Come in," Lynch pushed open the dark red door. The door creaked and made a low voice. He shook his robe on his body and said shyly: "The place is not big, I'm in your room last night

All have been packed for you."

Yu Tanqiu squeezed over Lynch's arms with a cold face. Lynch covered his arms and showed a embarrassed smile on his face as Yu Tanqiu intersected.

At first glance, he looks like a good temper who can be rounded and flattened.

Yu Tanqiu's temperament grows in his bones, his father's recklessness, his mother's stubbornness, his youth's confusion, his middle-aged viciousness, all kinds of mixed together in a thin body that is only fifteen years old. After being exposed, it is generally

Just awkward childishness.

Lynch followed him and whispered to him about the distribution of the small courtyard, their residence, the location of the kitchen, and where the money was placed. He said it very clearly and meticulously.

When a box of silver dollars was hidden under the third bluestone slab under Yu Tanqiu's bed, Yu Tanqiu finally became furious and couldn't bear it. "Are you giving your last words?!"

Lynch suddenly fell silent, suddenly calmed down, coughed gently from his throat and held it again. He couldn't hold it in such a thing as coughing, so Lynch followed Yu Tanqiu silently, holding his cough while walking.

Yu Tanqiu couldn't stand it, so he turned around and said, "What are you doing with me? Why don't you go see the doctor!"

Lynch had red eyes and nose, looking helpless and innocent, "I, I will take you to the house where you live."

Lynch looks old when he was young.

The too sunken eyes and layers of double eyelids seem to hide the secret of time. It is probably because of love that he cannot get into secret love. He is always sad, alone, lonely and deserted, and he suffered a great revenge at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

Deeply like an overly mature young man.

After realizing his youth, Lynch's appearance suddenly became frozen. Nianhua abandoned him again. He looked younger than others. He seemed to be a mature young man, and he became more and more sad, like a

The too old soul quietly hid in the incorruptible body, only his eyes were soft and kind, and sometimes even seemed a little immature.

It was this gaze that touched Yu Tanqiu's heart and for a long time made Yu Tanqiu fall into it and couldn't extricate himself.

"I've heard it clearly," Yu Tanqiu turned from furious to cold, "Can you stay away from me?"

Lynch nodded slowly, turned around and wanted to leave, then turned around and handed the bamboo umbrella in front of Yu Tanqiu, "It will rain in the past two days, please take it."

Yu Tanqiu looked down at the umbrella in Lynch's hand. The light brown bamboo handle had a smooth and round surface. It was obvious that it was the owner's customary item. It was held in those pale and clean hands, complementing each other, no one would be willing to go from

The hands took away the umbrella that suited him so well. Yu Tanqiu turned his face and said coldly in the autumn wind - "You don't have to worry about it."

Lynch stood in the yard and looked at Yu Tanqiu's thin back and sighed softly. He sighed and then brought another string of coughs. Yu Tanqiu, who was about to step into the house, suddenly turned around, his movements and eyes were powerful.

The ground was like a crow, and he said with a sarcasm: "Don't get out of here! I really want to break your legs..."

Lynch smiled vaguely, like a doting parent, nodding silently while turning around.

"I told you to get out and see the doctor, do you understand?"

Lynch looked back and smiled at Yu Tanqiu again. This time he smiled deeply. When he smiled deeply, there would be a very light dimpled on his left cheek, which would look even more tender. "Thank you."

Yu Tanqiu grabbed the door and entered the house, and a tiger ran around in his heart, wanting to bite people!

Lynch went to see the doctor with an umbrella very obediently. Yu Tanqiu looked like he was nervous at any time. He didn't plan to make special corrections, so he probably couldn't. Yu Tanqiu became like this, but it was because he was dead.

After he passes that threshold in a few years, Yu Tanqiu will gradually get better.

This is also Lynch's work experience.

What he can do now is to cultivate the thin Yu Tanqiu into a strong and powerful young man first.

After returning from the medicine shop, Lynch returned to the tailor shop. It was neither too early nor too late. He changed his robe, drank a few cups of throat-smoothing tea, forced his hoarse voice and rushed to Wu's mansion with his friend.

Mrs. Wu is Mr. Wu’s new wife, a foreigner. She first entered Jiangcheng and went to several gatherings of her wife’s circles. She felt something was wrong in public and secretly, as if she was excluded. After being guided by someone, it turned out that the wives in the wife’s circle thought she was despised.

He wore dresses all day long and did not come on the table. Mr. Wu also asked her to make a few cheongsams to accompany him to attend important occasions.

"Master Lin, you're weird," Mrs. Wu is very young, and her voice is soft and soft. She said the awkward Jiang Cheng dialect with a little accent, which sounds cute and coquettish, "My clothes are all

I bought it in Paris... Do you know how to dig in Paris?"

While measuring Mrs. Wu's size, Lynch said softly: "I've heard it, in France."

"Yes, France, don't be too high-end, hum."

"Mrs. Wu, raise your hand."

Mrs. Wu raised her two soft long arms and pouted on her face. She was only eighteen years old this year, and her pout was not artificial at all. Although she was someone else's wife, she was actually a girl. "Hate, where is the dress?"

Not good-looking, cheongsam, so old-fashioned.”

"Don't worry, Mrs. Wu," Lynch made a quick note of the size, her face as far as possible from the back of Mrs. Wu's neck. The perfume on Mrs. Wu's body smelled very strong. He was afraid that he could not help sneezing, "I won't be old-fashioned."

”

Mrs. Wu rolled her eyes pretty, but she was still unhappy.

After measuring the size, Lynch took the fabric notebook to choose patterns for Mrs. Wu. Mrs. Wu didn't want to make a cheongsam at all, so naturally she could pick up the problem. She frowned with a cup of black tea, and a brightly red finger was messed up on the fabric notebook.

Poke, I think that is too red and this one is too colorful, and I am not satisfied with it.

"Yo, this is making clothes."

The low male voice floated along the fragrance of the roses, and Lynch, who was bent down, took a step back with a little nervousness.

"Darling~" Mrs. Wu put down the exquisite tea set and rushed into the arms like a bird.

Wu Zhiyuan hugged his newly married wife, but his eyes fell on Lin Qi who was bent over, "Master Lin is here."

Lynch looked up and wanted to speak, but a long-standing sneeze couldn't help but sneeze. His sneeze was not loud, but it sounded Mrs. Wu's alarm.

"Master Lin, have you caught a cold?" Mrs. Wu was weak and rubbed her hands in panic, "Oh, will it be contagious?"

"Sorry," Lynch covered his mouth and nose and took a step back, "I caught a cold last night. Don't worry, Mrs. Wu, I'll leave now."

"What are you afraid of when you have a little cold?" Wu Zhiyuan let go, walked over with big strides, and casually pulled the thick notebook that Lynch held in his arms and opened it.

Mrs. Wu stood there, rubbed her shoulders, and felt that her nose seemed to itch. She wrinkled her nose cutely and said to Wu Zhiyuan: "Anyway, it's just for you to see. You can choose it, I want to change it.

Clothes are gone.”

Mrs. Wu ran into the hall from the garden and shouted and asked the servant to let her water.

Wu Zhiyuan looked back at the floor-to-ceiling window, and his slim figure had disappeared on the stairs. He turned his face and opened the cloth notebook in his hand. His hand fell on the silver-white crescent fabric and said to Lynch, who was drooping his face:

"Master Lin, how about this?"

Lynch glanced, "Very good."

"I think it's good, too," Wu Zhiyuan said leisurely, "It's as bright as the moon, very white as human skin." He said, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally passing Lynch's pale side face.

Lynch was silent and did not answer.

Wu Zhiyuan looked at Lynn with his teeth pursed and smiled blankly, "Why don't you speak?"

"Mr. Wu, I'll listen." Lynch said respectfully.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't see that Lynch was at age, but he thought he was about thirty years old, and he might have just passed thirty years old. In short, it looked very vague. Anyway, the two should be at the same age. He wanted to ask Lin several times.

Very strange, I feel that the relationship between the two is not that good.
Chapter completed!