After Lin Wan'er finished speaking, she picked up the food box and left the room, some things can't be explained clearly in a few words, especially for people like Lin Qianyi.

She left Lin Qianyi with a problem, a person who is only a problem for Lin Qianyi, he has an independent set of philosophical concepts, which is formed from books and the process of self-sublimation, and Lin Chengping's impulsive self-sublimation, Lin Qianyi's sublimation is a kind of slow and steady. Because he has books as theories, and hands-on as a platform ladder for practice.

Lin Qianyi's style of acting has a clear logical thinking behind it, so Lin Wan'er attaches more importance to him becoming a minister of the humerus of the imperial court, not only because of his calm and introverted and meticulous character, but also because he has a clearer and basic concept of how to behave in the world.

For example, Lin Hanlin subconsciously thought that by writing a good article, writing a good article, and expressing patriotic feelings, he would be able to show his "helping the people through the world", but Lin Qianyi was able to put down his identity and shelf, and see the foundation of helping the people from the world.

There is no good or bad between the two, it is precisely because of this difference that Ji Yun University Scholar prefers Lin Hanlin more, and Prime Minister Pan Chunwei values Lin Qianyi more, and Chen Xian, a bachelor with unparalleled literary talent and both ability and political integrity, is very optimistic about both, if it were not for the relationship between Nuo Nuo and Lin Wan'er, Chen Xian would like to accept Lin Qianyi and Lin Hanlin as closed disciples.

Lin Hanlin behaved heartily and did not follow the rules, but he never fundamentally doubted and opposed feudal etiquette, but felt that some etiquette was really cumbersome. 、

Lin Qianyi abides by etiquette and does his duty. But for feudal etiquette, he has had an all-round and fundamental denial, and in his bones he is the real rebellious and unruly person.

Precisely because of this. After the imperial examination, he frowned and looked at the past, and suddenly found the mystery in it, so he resigned from his job at the Hanlin Academy and entered the Guozijian, specializing in the study of books on industry, agriculture and commerce.

Many years later, the whole world conquered Wei. In that crisp autumn, Lin Hanlin wrote the inspiring "Song of the Autumn Killing of the Great Wei", with the theme of "The Great Wei is uneven among tens of millions of households." How many iron clothes bury dry bones", ending with "Iron sword grinding dry bones, blood-stained autumn killing map", a total of 1,000 and 8 characters. and the sentence of Emperor Zhao Ting of the Great Wei Dynasty, "Those who offend me in the Great Wei." "Far away, we must be punished" has become the most inspiring slogan.

Lin Qianyi, who succeeded Pan Chunwei, not only stabilized the internal court, maintained the unity of the court with his strength and full spirit, but also built ten large granaries of tens of millions out of thin air.

After the victory of the world's invasion of Wei, Lin Qianyi, under the influence of his eldest sister Lin Wan'er, vaguely felt the direction of historical progress, and devoted himself to pushing the Great Wei State to a capitalist society of "constitutional monarchy". Until he was persecuted, he resigned and returned to his hometown. His political enemies, who respected him, went out of the city together and sent him thirty miles away, where they were handed over.

But now the young Lin Qianyi is facing a problem that needs to be solved urgently, what kind of situation is Yan'er and Yan'er in his heart? Is Yan'er a replacement for Yan'er?

Looking at the back of the eldest sister Lin Wan'er gradually moving away, Lin Qianyi fell into contemplation, he and Yan'er have known each other since childhood, it seems that he and Yan'er have never left since he remembered, where he goes, she goes, where she goes, he will follow.

Although many years have passed, he still remembers Yan'er's voice and appearance, although Yan'er is gone, but in his heart Yan'er has always been alive, growing up with himself, meeting her in dreams, talking, chatting, the two walked together in the sea breeze of Lanzhou, holding hands, picking up seashells by the sea. He knew very well that this was just a dream, and that what we wanted to do in the dream was something that we wanted to save but was fake, so Yan'er's voice and appearance began to blur and begin to drift away with the wind, leaving him alone by the sea, letting the wind and waves hit, putting the shells he picked up to his ears, and he could hear the whimper of the wind through the shells, like a sad song.

He knew that the dreams were all fake, but he still couldn't help but do it, just like every year during the Qingming Festival, he couldn't help but break a willow branch, make a whistle, and blow a song that Yan'er loved to listen to and he made up.

Sometimes, Lin Qianyi hates himself, if he hadn't been playful back then, maybe there would not have been that fire, there would have been no tragedy, and Yan'er would not have died. He has a problem, no one has ever told him, and the eldest sister doesn't know, he sometimes has auditory hallucinations, and he will hear a voice calling his name in the fire, so he sometimes talks and does things half a beat slowly, because he will always be attracted by that voice and look at him a little silly.

He remembered that the fire in Lanzhou was because the second brother was holding on to himself who was struggling, so he didn't rush into the fire, and he could only watch the fire stain half of the sky, as red as blood.

He knelt on the ground decadently, looked at the eldest sister who had a black face, looked back at Lin Hanlin who was holding the jade treasure, and said, "You and I should die", and since then he has never mentioned the events of that night, just reading, reading, reading again, and fighting against his own auditory hallucinations.

The first time he saw Yan'er in Jing'an Palace, he thought that he was in a dream, twisted his thighs vigorously, and his heart hurt to the bone, and he knew that it was not a dream, but the real world, and the beautiful person dancing in the field was standing in front of him alive.

His thoughts and grievances suddenly poured into his eyes like a flood, tears began to fall down like beads with broken threads, he wiped his tears with his sleeve indiscriminately, stretched out his hand tremblingly, opened his arms, and wanted to hug her.

He thought so, so he did so, slowly walked to the field, every step forward, he felt that his feet were floating, as if stepping on cotton, until he hugged her in the field, he really understood that this is the most real reality.

Getting along with the little lord of Yan'er, Lin Qianyi got unprecedented happiness and peace of mind, with a slight smile on his old-fashioned and ruthless face, he was as simple as a child and was grateful for the beauty that life had given her.

Lin Qianyi woke up from his contemplation and suddenly found that he had shed tears. Reaching out to wipe his tears and closing the door of the room, he had no way to refute the eldest sister's question. He must figure out the relationship between Yan'er and Yan'er, otherwise it will be the greatest injustice.

Shaking his head and rubbing his face, Lin Qianyi picked up the ink pen and continued to write on the drawings, and the place where he put the pen was a small attic in the south of Shangjing City, and he went with Yan'er. The attic has a peculiar shape, and it is more troublesome to measure, so Yan'er ran to the top floor of the attic with the ink line plumb in one breath. Dropping the ink plumb down, he knew the actual height of the attic.

Then the two of them took a soft ruler and measured the length and height of the attic, and when they were all done, the sun had climbed to the top of the attic. Lin Qianyi smiled and said, "Let's eat!" Yan'er took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat. Nodding.

Lin Qianyi carried the measuring tools on his shoulders and under his armpits, and the little county lord Yan'er held the drawings in his hands, and the two walked side by side on the streets of Shangjing, and the streets stretched forward until the blue sky and white clouds at the end.

Passing by a bean curd stall, Yan'er's footsteps couldn't walk anymore, and little stars jumped in her eyes, so she wanted to eat bean curd. Lin Qianyi smiled and shook his head. He once brought Yan'er a rock sugar gourd, and Yan'er's eyes widened. He asked, "What is this?" Lin Qianyi was slightly stunned: "Rock sugar gourd." Yan'er circled around the rock sugar gourd a few times, and said, "I've heard about it in a book, and this is the first time I've seen it." Lin Qianyi smiled dumbly, handed it to Yan'er, Yan'er took a bite beautifully, and said something that made Lin Qianyi cry and laugh even more: "It turns out that hawthorn has a core!" ”

The palace is luxurious, and the hawthorn has to be peeled and pitted after entering the mansion. Since then, the little princess of Yan'er has fallen in love with running out of the palace and the snacks in the streets and alleys.

The two sat down at the bean curd stall, the bean curd was cheap, three copper plates for one bowl, five copper plates for three bowls, and the two asked for five copper plates of bean curd. The little lord of Yan'er held the white porcelain bowl in both hands, took a shallow sip, and his eyes were crooked like a small crescent moon that had just risen.

Lin Qianyi painted on the drawings and tears fell again, he couldn't draw anymore, so he changed a drawing.

The drawings show a residential area that requires door-to-door knocking. Lin Qianyi took the document issued by the imperial court, knocked on the door stiffly, handed over the document stiffly, and said stiffly: "Act in public service and measure the land." The man who opened the door was very cold, and dropped a sentence: "Don't damage my chicken coop," and the man went back to the house.

But since she had Yan'er, things have become extraordinarily smooth, she knocked on the door lightly, smiled lightly, and her big eyes flickered: "Is it convenient for you, we need to measure the land." "The person who opens the door usually happily invites Yan'er into the house, and sometimes hands over tea.

Lin Qianyi knew that the drainage system here needed to make full use of the small drainage channels of each household, and it was necessary to consider how each household would connect and cooperate with each other. But he couldn't paint anymore, like a helpless person who couldn't grasp anything to rely on, and sat down in his seat in a dejected manner, Lin Hanlin covered his face with his hands and cried silently.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Qianyi got up from the chair, walked to the window, and took out another document from under the bed, which was given to him by Prime Minister Pan Chunwei.

After Prime Minister Pan Chunwei knew that Lin Qianyi had taken over the work of the drainage system in Shangjing, he watched Lin Qianyi coldly for three months, and then met Lin Qianyi in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

On that day, Prime Minister Pan Chunwei gave Lin Qianyi a document for him to consider, and what was written on the document was the transfer of personnel, a small county order, in the northern Hunan area, where the mountains and rivers were poor. Lin Qianyi bent down: "Please allow the Prime Minister to allow Qianyi to finish the drainage system." Pan Chunwei nodded and didn't say anything more.

Prime Minister Pan Chunwei has his own set of methods to hone newcomers, he once asked a scholar to go to Xiliang, limited to ten years, but this scholar has not yet entered Xiliang, only in the snow Yongguan was killed by Sima Qi in the Five Tigers of Xiliang.

Lin Qianyi read the document again, as if he had made up his mind, returned to his seat from the new, picked up the ink pen, and quickly wrote and drew on the drawing, and the tears he couldn't control fell on the drawing one by one, like a person who had returned to the light to seize the last moment, and the speed of his hands became faster and faster, until the pen was flying.

Finally, tired and collapsed in his chair, his face covered with tears, he calmed down and took out two small parcels from his bosom, one containing a dry willow whistle and the other a small spoon. Once she was eating snacks on the side of the road with Yan'er, she looked at the cute little spoon and asked the boss if she sold it, and the boss said no. She gritted her teeth, and quietly stole it out, pulling Lin Qianyi away quickly, and when she walked far away, she had a lingering heart to tell the matter of stealing the spoon, and then asked embarrassedly: "Am I very bad?" Lin Qianyi was slightly stunned, and handed out his trembling hands that were all sweat: "Actually, I also stole a handful." ”

The little lord of Yan'er smiled and leaned back, so the two changed the spoon, and he kept wearing it on his body.

Looking at the two things left and right, Lin Qianyi's tears welled up again, he sorted out the drawings he had drawn, gently put the two packages on the table, stroked them gently, spread out a piece of rice paper, and wrote, "Sister, you're right, I need to be quiet, I'm leaving." ”

Simply packed up his baggage, tied the basin that had been thrown into a big hole with hemp rope, put the paperwork in his arms, picked up a few more books, and left the room gently, walked out of the Lin family's courtyard, and walked on the slightly empty streets of Shangjing.

He cried as he walked, in the dark, he was alone, alone, the night began to fade in the middle of the night, and he could already see some things around him, the dew was hanging on the grass on both sides of the street, crystal clear, like a swallow'er, and like Yan'er's eyes.

When he came to Jing'an Palace, he glanced at it from a distance, then turned his head and walked south, which was the direction of Xiangbei, and he needed a place to be quiet and think about it.

He didn't know what was waiting for him in the distance, he didn't know what was left behind, he didn't know if Yan'er would be sad, if she would cry, but he knew that he had to understand something, which was about something important to him.

Oh, I'm leaving, farewell, go to the capital, Yan'er, in the early morning light, this stubborn young man left alone.

(Lan Ying wants to say a word, Lin Qianyi is not tossing around, he must understand who he loves, this is the fairness of love, "The Last Bullet Left for Me" also mentioned, Lan Ying also has to give his own answer.) (To be continued......)