Lin Juemin's cousin naturally would not go against his deceased brother's will, but he was not like those who were pointed at the nose and spitted. Finally, he thought of a compromise and built a small mechanism in the ancestral hall, which was the rotating cup we saw before.

After saying all this, the old lady had been sobbing for a long time. She thrust and said: I have never known why the Second Master had to accept the offerings with this woman. Now I finally know that Second Master can close his eyes...

In the old society, there were many brothers in the big family, and the ranking was based on the entire family. It was not surprising that she called Lin Juemin the second master.

After her mood stabilized, I gritted my teeth and asked, "Old man, do you know where the soul of the martyr Lin Juemin is?"

I always feel that it is strange to ask this, but I have to ask. Fortunately, she has become indifferent. After all, she has not been too sad after two lifetimes. She just said in embarrassment: "When my father was alive, he said that the second master would come to the ancestral hall when the moon is full."

"I don't know whether it is true or false, and I don't have the courage to verify these things. If you believe it, you can wait until the full moon night to try it out. I hope you can succeed!"

Obviously, the old lady was also moved by Bai Jin. Although Bai Jin was two generations higher than her, it took her a hundred years to make an 80-year-old man grateful and have a sincere longing.

We temporarily returned to Minhou County, walked around nearby tourist attractions, and waited until the full moon to return to the Lin family.

I originally planned to continue sneaking, but the old lady actually told the news to the people who came later that every household in Linjia Village had set up offerings, and many people had Spring Festival couplets posted at their doors, as if they were having the New Year.

It seems that this group of descendants wants to hold this wedding that was a hundred years late for Lin Juemin and Bai Jin!

In the second half of the night, everyone calmed down at my gesture. Although the whole village was there, there was no sound. Everyone stared at the candlelight on the incense table.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind and blew into the ancestral hall, and then the originally stable flames swayed.

I pressed the Heavenly Palace with my hot fingers and found a shadow floating in the air and looking at everyone, then flashed into the photo.

Lin Juemin came indeed. I nodded to the villagers, deliberately pulled the voice and shouted: "Kneel!"

With a blink of an eye, everyone in the Lin family knelt on the ground.

I released Bai Jin from the ice jade gourd. She looked confused after landing, and I just pointed to the ancestral hall gently.

She turned her head, dressed in a blue student outfit, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and looked at Lin Juemin directly.

If I were the director, I would definitely let them hug each other with tears in their eyes. But life is never a fucking script. After a hundred years, the two of them were in a daze at the first time after meeting, and then Bai Jin's expression became confused.

She slowly walked up and touched Lin Juemin's face: "Who are you? How could I feel familiar? Have we ever seen it?"

Yes, she was completely amnesia.

It’s not that I’m ruthless, but the reality is that Bai Jin really suddenly forgot Lin Juemin!

So many years later, every time I told everyone this story, Li Mazi, Yin Xinyue and others couldn't help but ask me, what happened to them later?

I smiled, and my eyes would always be moist.

Lin Juemin looked at Bai Jin with trembling lips, and his soul slowly recovered to the handsome man he had in his past. He tried to get close to Bai Jin and hold her in his arms.

Bai Jin looked at Lin Juemin blankly and subconsciously hid aside.

Lin Juemin was stunned for a moment and cast a begging gaze at me. The only thing I can do in this regard is to use harmony to promote the relationship between men and women, provided that they must be living people...

In desperation, I gently quit the ancestral hall and asked Wang Xun'er if there was any solution. She turned her eyes and said in embarrassment: "I have no choice, but their relationship has been waiting for a hundred years, and God will definitely give an answer!"

"well!"

I looked at the descendants of the Lin family behind me with a sad face. Although they could not see what was happening in the ancestral hall, they could clearly feel Lin Juemin's existence and were all very excited.

"You can see it, but don't make a sound!"

I explained in a low voice, recited the Xuanguang Mantra and turned into an illusory mirror at the door. Through this mirror, living people can see the Yin Spirit without any obstacles. To put it bluntly, it is a group-wide yin and yang eyes.

Although the descendants of the Lin family were mentally prepared, they couldn't help but open their mouths when they saw Lin Juemin and Bai Jin in the room.

At this time, the originally clear night sky suddenly became gloomy, followed by waves of raindrops, and in a blink of an eye the world was connected by rain.

In the drizzle, Lin Juemin stretched out a hand to Bai Jin and said affectionately: "Jinjun, do you really remember me? I said I would come back to marry you when it rains."

He slowly shed tears and hummed the song "Farewell" with red eyes: Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant grass is green in the sky, the evening breeze blows the sound of willow flutes, and the sunset mountains are outside the mountains. At the end of the sky, at the corners of the earth, half of my friends fall, a pot of turbid wine is gone, and I will have a happy life, I will leave the cold dream tonight.

If Bai Jin's previous singing was sad or sad, Lin Juemin's singing now had more generosity!

As his singing echoed over and over again, Bai Jin's empty eyes flashed a few times, and his face was not as ugly as before: "You... are you really Juemin?"

Bai Jin finally recovered her memory. She couldn't wait to hold Lin Juemin's hand: "Why are you so cruel and never going back? Do you know how long I have been waiting for you? I finally... wait for you."

"I sacrificed myself for the sake of the country and let you down."

"Now I have no regrets, I only have you in my heart!" Lin Juemin took Bai Jin into his arms and said warmly, and Bai Jin also blushed, curled up in Lin Juemin's arms like a gentle kitten.

Seeing this scene, I smiled brightly. The scene in front of me seemed to be back a hundred years ago. Wars were flying. Countless passionate young people said goodbye to their lovers without hesitation for the future of the country and launched the Xinhai Revolution with Mr. Sun Yat-sen.

Although they fell down and did not even leave a name for future generations to remember, they gave the corrupt Qing Dynasty a fatal blow, allowing China to embark on the road of democracy and self-improvement.

Lin Juemin is the representative of these thousands of people. The young man Lin Juemin reluctantly left the pain. Bai Jinqiang smiled and waved at him, but after he left, he cried loudly, holding an umbrella in the rain for hundreds of years.

Love is stronger than gold, and this is nothing more than this!

Before I could react, the picture returned to the present. The two of them walked into the heavy rain lingeringly, and their figures became brighter and brighter until they disappeared.

Just as Wang Xun'er said, God gave them an answer.

(This story is adapted from real historical art. Please do not take a look at it. I would like to commemorate all the martyrs who died in the Xinhai Revolution.)
Chapter completed!