As soon as the words fell, Dong Xun'er's eyes widened, the 'small' and 'mouth' were big enough to stuff an egg, and she looked at Ji Lin with an incredible face.

As early as in the auction of the Qingzhu Hotel in Shudi in the past, Dong Xun'er felt that Ji Lin's back was very familiar, and there was a sense of déjà vu.

Until today, Dong Xun'er finally understood that Ji Lin's towering back into the mountain was surprisingly consistent with the back of her grandmother standing on the broken bridge and gazing affectionately when she was in her green years.

"Miss Dong, it's me who lost my word." Ji Lin, who was shocked that he almost said the 'truth' and 'appearance' of history, stopped his voice abruptly, looked at Dong Xun'er's gaze, and suddenly felt a little more apologetic.

Dong Qingzhu is just a passerby in Ji Lin's long life.

To be precise, Dong Qingzhu can barely be regarded as Ji Lin's confidante, that's all.

Ji Lin was very helpless when he missed the appointment that year, but he didn't think much about it.

After all, the good times that Ji Lin and Dong Qingzhu spent together did not add up to more than a month.

Unexpectedly, Dong Qingzhu is a woman who values love and righteousness, and will remember Ji Lin in her heart all her life.

Such a strange woman, but at the most moment of her life, she did not wait for her lover to return.

Let's ask such a result, how can Ji Lin not feel and sigh?

"Mr. Ji, can you listen to me tell a story?"

Dong Xun'er put aside the ridiculous thoughts in her heart, looked at Ji Lin's gaze, and suddenly felt a little more tender.

"I want to hear about it." Ji Lin nodded, and walked with Dong Xun'er among the green bamboos under the moon.

The bright moonlight poured down and sprinkled on Dong Xun'er's cloud-like hair. Sprinkled on Ji Lin's shoulder. Sprinkled on a silently falling maple leaf.

"My grandmother had a great life. After a hundred years of many things, she has never forgotten what her eldest brother Wolong said to him back then. ”

"That sentence is 'don't forget your original intention, serve the country', this sentence has always been remembered by my grandmother."

"Without him, I just want to wait for the moment when my lover returns."

As she spoke, Dong Xun'er's eyes began to brighten:

"Maybe you will feel very strange, since the grandmother likes Brother Wolong so much."

"Even at the end of life. She still pronounced the name of Brother Wolong. ”

"But why did she end up marrying, having children, and forming a huge family?"

Hearing this, Ji Lin was stunned for a moment, sighed and said, "I would like to hear it in detail." ”

"Because Brother Wolong had a friend back then, who was a highly respected monk of Lingyin Temple, and his name was Master Hongyi."

"When Master Hongyi studied heaven and man, twenty articles shocked the sea, and he also studied the art of Yili derivation."

"The master is to Miss Ye Zi what Brother Wolong is to the grandmother."

The master saw his grandmother standing on the broken bridge every day and staring. Rain or shine, I can't bear to recreate my experience on my grandmother at home. ”

"So the master secretly pulled the strings. Find a lover for your grandmother. ”

Dong Xun'er's voice was soft, and she slowly told a dusty past hidden in the smoke and rain of the Republic of China, and Ji Lin was very moved when she listened to it.

It turned out that Dong Qingzhu was watching the broken bridge every day, and there was a scholar who sold calligraphy and paintings under the broken bridge.

After closing the stall every day, this scholar would silently follow behind Dong Qingzhu, and watched the girl return home safely, and then turned around and left.

After waiting like this, the girl has been in the wind and frost for three years, and the scholar has been silently guarding for three years.

From beginning to end, the girl ignored the scholar, and the scholar never gave up.

Until one day, when Master Hongyi beat the mandarin duck and lied to the girl that Brother Wolong was dead.

The girl burst into tears, and her tears spilled all over the West Lake, drowning the statues of Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen below the Jinshan Temple.

That day, the girl stood by the broken bridge in a daze and said a lot to the scholar.

That night, the girl was drunk, and the scholar accompanied the girl to drink a lot of wine, and then sent the girl home.

From beginning to end, the scholars are like the ancient willows, and they are not messy, which makes the girl very moved.

Because of the "death" of "Ji Lin", the girl was depressed for ten years.

The scholar has been with the girl for ten years, silently supporting the girl in secret.

It wasn't until a certain life and death that the girl's iceberg melted and she finally accepted the scholar.

But before she got married, the girl clearly told the scholar that in her life, she loved Ji Lin the most, and Ji Lin was the only one.

The scholar was silent for a long time, and finally said bitterly that he only loved the girl in his life, and he only loved the girl, even if it was ...... The girl doesn't love herself.

In this way, the scholar took care of the girl for a lifetime, just like the girl waited for Ji Lin for a lifetime, without regrets.

On the night of the girl's death, she looked at her beloved and passed away with a smile.

……

"Asking what is the situation in the world is a promise of life and death."

After listening to Dong Xun'er's sad story, Ji Lin felt that his whole person was not good.

Mortified? Guilt? Or is it a pity?

What exactly it feels like, Ji Lin doesn't know.

This feeling is very bad, and Ji Lin doesn't like it very much.

"Mr. Ji, this calligraphy and painting was left by the scholar back then."

"Grandfather said that if the eldest brother of Wolong is not dead, then this calligraphy and painting should be useful to him."

While speaking, Dong Xun'er signed and handed a wooden box that had been sealed in the years and was nearly a hundred years old to Ji Lin.

"I'm not the person your grandmother said I was, and I have nothing to do with that scholar, so why ......?" Ji Lin was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled.

"It doesn't matter if you're the one your grandmother said you were or not."

"The important thing is that I want you to get this painting and calligraphy."

"Mr. Ji, help me keep this painting and calligraphy, okay?"

"My grandmother's story has always made me very sad."

"I-don't want this feeling to continue, can I help Xun'er?"

Dong Xun'er's voice was soft, and there was a strangeness in her gaze when she looked at Ji Lin, which she didn't know herself.

"Why give it to me and not someone else?"

Ji Lin frowned, a little stunned.

Although Ji Lin wanted to see what the calligraphy and painting in the wooden box were,.

But Ji Lin felt that this matter was a bit ridiculous.

The dignified Haicheng giant Dong family, the third-generation eldest lady Dong Xun'er.

Unexpectedly, someone made an appointment after dusk, and gave himself a scroll of calligraphy and paintings?

This...... Isn't it too?

But Ji Lin had to admit that Dong Xun'er didn't give the wrong person.

is indeed the "Wolong" big brother back then,

"Since Miss Dong insists on this, then I will do this painting and calligraphy for you."

"If it's Miss Dong in the future, when do you want it, just tell me."

After a moment of silence, Ji Lin took the wooden box.

I don't know why, this wooden box is clearly not heavy, but it is heavy in Ji Lin's hands.

"Mr. Ji, you ...... Why don't you open the wooden box and take a look? Dong Xun'er said with a smile.

"It's fine." Ji Lin nodded, opened the wooden box that had been sealed for many years, and opened a slightly yellowed scroll of calligraphy and paintings.

Airplanes!

Just glanced at the calligraphy and paintings, Ji Lin's face changed suddenly, and a monstrous cold suddenly surged in his heart. (To be continued......)