Zhong Lingxin was uncomfortable with that teasing look, and awkwardly shifted his gaze.

In order to hide the embarrassment, she coughed lightly and said word by word:

"This is my friend, Lin Yincheng, the one who just quarreled with you was Lu Qianzhe."

Zhong Lingxin turned her head sideways to the pair of sticky eyes beside her, which made her heart soften.

Her voice unconsciously softened.

"Ren Mingyu, you can also call him Brother Mingyu."

Lin Yincheng looked at her with those focused and deep black eyes, without blinking.

The expression on his face was faint, making it impossible to see his emotions.

It's just that his eyes shook violently, and finally there was a wave.

Ren Mingyu glanced at Zhong Lingxin meaningfully, and then laughed involuntarily.

The first time they met, he could see this person's thoughts.

He doesn't just want to be your regular friend.

Ren Mingyu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said secretly in his heart:

Could it be that the falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless, then it is interesting.

He looked at Lin Yincheng with interest, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

This person's eyebrows and eyes really make him more and more familiar, and he really looks like that person.

Ren Mingyu's heart was pounding with excitement, and he asked out loud without thinking:

"Your surname is Lin, too? What is the relationship between Lin Zhaoyang and you? ”

Lin Yincheng's eyebrows moved, but his slender phoenix eyes were full of clouds at this time.

After being silent for a long time, he said in a flat and cold voice:

"My father."

Zhong Lingxin turned her head sharply to look at the man who was holding her hand.

Her lips quivered, and her eyes were full of inquiry.

It can't be who she thinks it is, right?

Her shocked expression was imprinted in Lin Yincheng's pitch-black pupils.

He seemed to understand Zhong Lingxin's meaning, and bowed his head slightly.

Zhong Lingxin blinked his eyes vigorously, looked Lin Yincheng up and down again, and stumbled a little when he spoke.

"So, the former president of the Federation is you...... Your grandfather. Yesterday, Song Sizhao said that your old man, it's almost over......"

Zhong Lingxin's mind "buzzed", as if it was a blow to the head.

In an instant, those long-ago memories were like a tidal wave, and they were all remembered at once.

In the previous life, before the invasion of foreign beasts, a major event that happened in Rongguo was the death of Lin Bangguo, the former chairman of the Federation.

Zhong Lingxin was very impressed by this.

Because at that time, the front page of their newspaper for a whole week was the legendary life of this old man.

His life has ups and downs, and the waves are so magnificent that people are embarrassed.

After losing his wife when he was young, he never married.

He lost his son in middle age and was sick in his later years.

He dedicated his life to the Commonwealth.

The day he died is today.

Zhong Lingxin's pupils shrank, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at Lin Yincheng's eyes.

Her fingertips moved slightly, slowly grappling his palm.

"You'd better go see your grandfather, he'...... It's really dying. ”

After Lin Yincheng heard this, he stood still in place.

A hearty rebuke kept echoing in his head.

The man who gave him a bow and crossbow without a smile and taught him archery scolded him for not doing his job properly last year.

How could it not work?

Lin Yincheng felt that his whole body was suddenly cold to the bone marrow.

I don't even know what I'm for, it's just a vague, indescribable fear.

The heart that thought it had no emotion seemed to be grasped by something, and a pain that was about to suffocate rose up.

Lin Yincheng lowered his eyes lightly, his thin lips pursed, and the color of blood faded.

Like a wounded young beast, stubbornly trying to hide the wound in the bottom of his heart.

The sadness that pervades his body drowns out the people around him.

Zhong Ling couldn't help but take Lin Yincheng's shoulder and give him a hug.

She patted him gently on the back and comforted him softly:

"Lend your shoulder and cry if you want."

Lin Yincheng buried his head in her shoulder, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.

I don't know how long it took, until his tense muscles slowly relaxed.

Zhong Lingxin heard a low, hoarse voice coming from behind her head on her shoulder.

"Can you come with me to meet him?"

His voice was tense, as if he was deliberately suppressing his emotions.

Zhong Ling's heart was as hard as a rock, and a hole was cut by this sentence.

Hot lava poured out of the opening, filling her heart, making her sour.

"Okay, I'll be with you."

Ren Mingyu touched the tip of his nose awkwardly on the side, he didn't expect things to unfold like this.

"I'll drive you."

Zhong Lingxin nodded helplessly, she really didn't think about buying a car.

An hour later, Ren Mingyu sent them to the Lin family's villa.

He looked at the tall and short two people in the car, and walked into the door holding hands.

Her side face, in the sun, sparkles.

Ren Mingyu sighed softly, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly.

He dug a deep hole in his heart.

I want to throw away all those ineffable emotions and bury them deeply.

The man died because he saved himself.

Now he is not even qualified to compete.

In the future, he can only be her brother, just watch her happiness from the sidelines.

The housekeeper who walked in front of Lin Yincheng wiped the corners of his eyes happily and led them to the door of Lin Bangguo's room.

The servants who passed by used to walk with bated breath and follow the rules.

It's just that today it's like a drop of water into an oil pot, and it's frequently messed up.

The gardener who was watering the flowers here slammed the kettle, and the servant who wiped the table over there poured the pot with a thud.

They are all because they saw the young master who was unkind and indifferent as ice since childhood.

He took a little girl by the hand intimately and went straight through the garden to the old master's room.

The butler was also full of mixed feelings in his heart now, surprised and delighted, and had no heart to pay attention to the servants who made mistakes.

The little young master who has seen the big since he was a child is finally no longer alone.

can also take care of his regrets before the master leaves.

Thinking of this, the old housekeeper's eyes couldn't help but redden, and the tip of his nose was sour.

Zhong Lingxin didn't break away from Lin Yincheng's hand, and was led forward by him all the way with his head down, silently accepting the attention of the surroundings.

I don't know why, the dark color in those eyes made her can't bear to let go of his hand.

Because Lin Bangguo was born in the military, he has always governed his family strictly.

The bricks and tiles in front of him, the grass and the trees, gave Zhong Lingxin a feeling of a very rigorous family style.

There was a dead air in the air that was about to decay and die, which made Zhong Lingxin frown.

An old face came into her sight.

On the wrinkled face, countless years of wind and frost are written.

The gray-white mottled hair, combed very carefully, without a trace of messiness, was dull at this time.

In the slightly sunken eye sockets, there was a pair of phoenix eyes that were somewhat similar to Lin Yincheng.

Those eyes were a little cloudy but sharp, and the pupils were deep.