Bai Jincheng read it quietly, put the letter away and picked up another one.
These letters were arranged in chronological order. The second letter was sent two months after the first, and still began with the friendly "Brother Jincheng".
Brother Jincheng, where are you now? Did you really go abroad? I heard that Uncle Bai got into trouble and was reported. Luckily, you left quickly. But, I don't know when we can meet again. I miss you so much.
Seeing this, Bai Jincheng's eyes became moist, his lips trembled, and he sat down on the chair somewhat weakly.
Su Ling sensed the sadness emanating from him and signaled Wen Xi to leave the study.
After discovering the wooden box in Second Grandfather's room yesterday, he read several letters. Second Grandfather had gradually transformed from a passionate young man full of longing for love to a young man trapped in despair due to waiting. As he entered middle age, his emotions gradually became more restrained, no longer hurt by love. He changed his address to Mr. Bai from "Brother Jincheng" to "Brother Jincheng."
In that era, society was intolerant of love between men. Neither the pressure from his parents nor the taboos of his older brothers could shake Second Grandpa's unwavering feelings for Mr. Bai. The Su family relocated to City S, but he would rather give up the comfortable city life and stay in the impoverished countryside, just to wait for a glimmer of hope.
He waited his whole life, and when his life came to an end, did he die with regrets?
Aunt Zhang said that he passed away peacefully. Perhaps he had found peace in ManAiShangBookstore and then let go.
Su Ling elegantly held the white porcelain cup, sipping tea thoughtfully, his foot rubbing against kg. kg thought his owner was playing with him and barked happily. Lately, his teeth had been itching and he'd been nibbling on everything, so when he saw his owner's leather shoes, he didn't hesitate to gnaw on them. Su Ling didn't reprimand him, letting him gnaw to his heart's content.
Sitting opposite Wenxi
How rich is it to let a little dog ruin a pair of leather shoes worth tens of thousands of yuan?
Grandfather was reading a letter in the study, while they sat in the living room, drinking tea in silence, with nothing to talk about. He wanted to talk to Su Ling, but he seemed to have no intention of speaking, not even looking at him, only focusing on drinking tea and playing with the dog. This made Wen Xi feel uncomfortable. With his status and position, he was always the center of attention, but this Su Ling was so cold and indifferent to him that he was even reluctant to talk.
Just like Lin Feng
Wenxi gritted his teeth secretly.
Bai Jincheng didn't stay in the study for long and came out in half an hour.
Su Ling put down the teacup, pulled his leather shoes out of kg's mouth, stood up and went to greet him.
"Mr. Bai."
I don't know if he cried, Bai Jincheng's eyes were red, and his meticulously combed bangs were slightly messy. He said in a hoarse voice, "Can you take me to Su Lan's grave?"
"Grandpa," Wenxi shouted disapprovingly. It was already past five in the afternoon and it was getting dark. How could we go to such an unlucky place as a cemetery?
Su Ling glanced at him and asked Bai Jincheng, "Are you sure you want to go?"
"Even if I can't see him, I must see his resting place." Bai Jincheng said. Those eyes, still bright and sharp even in old age, seemed to be brewing a deep sea, with waves surging beneath the calm surface.
"Okay, I'll take you there." Su Ling nodded.
When visiting graves, paper money, incense, and candles are essential. Su Ling first went to the grocery store to buy some things, and then took Bai Jincheng to the cemetery on the mountain. The setting sun shone on the mountain road, red as blood.
Wen Xi frowned and followed his grandfather. He wanted to speak out to stop him several times, but he endured it.
"We're here." Su Ling led them to a new tomb and whispered, "This is Second Grandpa's tomb."
Bai Jincheng walked slowly to the tombstone and looked deeply at the photo on it.
The old Su Lan is not ugly at all. He has kind eyes and silver hair like snow. The wrinkles on his face are the marks left by time. When he smiles, he is energetic and the purity of his youth can still be seen.
"Alan, I'm Jincheng. I'm here to see you." Bai Jincheng choked up, "I'm sorry I'm sixty years late."
Su Ling squatted on the ground, silently burning paper money. Bai Jincheng also squatted down and looked at Su Ling.
He took the paper ingots in his hand and threw them into the fire one by one.
Wen Xi stood far away, not daring to get close. Just buying a bunch of flowers would be enough, why burn paper? Having grown up abroad, he had never seen this way of visiting graves and completely disagreed.
After burning the paper money, Bai Jincheng wanted to stand up, but his legs were numb and he couldn't stand. Su Ling reached out and helped him up.
Wen Xi thought that after burning the paper, he could leave, but he found that his grandfather was still standing in front of the tombstone, gazing at the photo on the tombstone affectionately.
Su Ling knew that he had something to say to his second grandfather, so he took a step back.
Bai Jincheng moved his lips. He had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start. With a long sigh, he slowly said, "Although it's late, there are some things I still want you to know. That year, I went abroad with my father. After settling down, I immediately wrote you a letter to let you know that I was safe. However, after waiting for a month, the letter fell into oblivion and there was no news at all."
Although Su Ling was standing a little far away, the cemetery was not that big, so he could naturally hear what Mr. Bai said clearly.
It turned out that he had written a letter to his second grandfather, but the country was in a sensitive period at the time and international letters were likely intercepted.
"I sent a letter every two months, but without exception, there was no reply. My father tried to dissuade me from writing, but I persisted for two or three years before finally despairing. I'm sorry I've developed a grudge against you," the old man said in a low, melancholy voice. "Back then, I was young, extreme, and prone to dwelling on trivial matters. I thought if the letter wasn't returned, it meant I'd received it, and if you didn't reply, it meant you didn't care about me anymore."
He and Su Lan were childhood friends. They were fifteen or sixteen years old and still ignorant about love. They liked each other but were too shy to say it out loud. They were even more afraid of their elders finding out. Usually, they only dared to hold hands and talk about their dreams for the future.
On the night he left, he said goodbye to Su Lan. Su Lan hugged him and cried for a long time. She wiped away her tears and said firmly, "Brother Jincheng, life is long. We have plenty of time. I will wait for you here forever."
However, some things will not be achieved by waiting.
His father's reported case prevented his family from returning to China as easily as other Chinese. Unable to contact Su Lan, he was torn between resentment at her callousness and a desire to meet her. Amidst this agonizing torment, he insisted on returning, only to be stopped by his father. The last time, he was nearly on the verge of boarding a flight home when his father and his men apprehended him, nearly breaking his leg and sending him to the hospital.
After that, he closed his heart and poured all his energy into painting. He and Su Lan both loved Chinese painting and studied under the same teacher. They once boasted that they would become the two greatest masters of Chinese painting.
Sixty years later, he had achieved extraordinary success and had a place in the art world. However, the young man who was described as a genius by his teacher was unknown, lived alone in this backward and poor village, and died alone.
Bai Jincheng burst into tears and sobbed uncontrollably.
Su Ling took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Thank you." Bai Jincheng took the handkerchief and wiped the tears from his face. After a while, he calmed down and said self-deprecatingly, "I'm old, but I still lose my composure like this."
"I think if Second Grandpa knew you came to see him, he would be very happy and would not blame you," said Su Ling.
"I actually hope he'll blame me, think about me, and not reincarnate so soon." Bai Jincheng said, "When I go to the underworld, we can be reunited."
Wen Xi frowned and hesitated to speak.
"You are still in good health. Second Grandpa won't want to see you so early." Su Ling comforted.
Bai Jincheng smiled upon hearing this and looked at Su Ling kindly. "The biggest regret in my life is that I didn't persevere like your second grandfather did. If I had trusted him more, I wouldn't have trapped myself and wasted sixty years in vain."
He and Su Lan couldn't see each other at first, didn't want to see each other, didn't want to see each other, and later they didn't dare to see each other. As he got older, he was not so obsessed with the past. Some time ago, he suddenly had a strong desire to return to China, so he came back, but it was too late. He and Su Lan missed each other for a lifetime.
Trust?
Su Ling didn't know what he was thinking about, and was a little stunned.
Bai Jincheng patted his shoulder and said kindly, "You are Su Lan's grandson, that is, my grandson. Su Lan gave you all the inheritance.
, me too.”
Su Ling and Wen Xi were both shocked.
"Mr. Bai, this is inappropriate." After being surprised, Lidya Su declined politely, "The inheritance left to me by my second grandfather is enough. I am only one person and I don't need that much."
"Alas, it seems I don't even have a chance to make up for it." Bai Jincheng sighed.
Su Ling couldn't bear it, and said hesitantly, "I'll call you Grandpa Bai."
Bai Jincheng cried with joy. "Good, good, good boy."
Wen Xi looked at the newly born "grandfather and grandson" in disbelief. How come in just a short while, the grandfather had a "grandson"? He even wanted to leave all his property to the new grandson.
That's a lot of money.
What is this?
What is this?
Wenxi clenched his fists, trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.
My father was adopted by my grandfather and served him wholeheartedly for so many years, but what did he get in the end?
How ridiculous
When it comes to his own interests, Wen Xi's good impression of Su Ling disappears. Whether it is his talent in calligraphy or the contender for inheritance, it makes him angry.
After coming down from the cemetery, it was already dark. Su Ling invited them to have dinner. Bai Jincheng didn't want to trouble him and said that it would be too long to make the DD car driver wait, so they went back to the hotel in town first.
Su Ling didn't force them and sent them out.
Bai Jincheng exchanged contact information with him, took away the small box for letters, and after looking at Su Lan's room, asked for the classic step-out bed.
"Liande Su didn't leave me anything to remember him by, but I want to keep this bed he slept on." After he said that, Su Ling naturally didn't want to mention that he wanted to donate it to the museum.
However, the step-out bed is an antique and is very valuable. Bai Jincheng wanted to spend money to buy it, and Su Ling quickly shook his head.
"This is Second Grandpa's stuff. Given your relationship with Second Grandpa, I can't accept money."
Bai Jincheng admired him even more.
The two of them agreed on a time to send someone to move the things in a few days.
Su Ling returned home, took off his formal suit and put on comfortable home clothes, picked up kg, rubbed its soft fur, and played with it for a while.
kg finally got attention and barked happily.
After dinner, Su Ling did not return to his room, but came to the studio in the waterside pavilion, took out the sketch paper, clamped it on the drawing board, held the pencil, and drew lines smoothly.
I don’t know if it was influenced by the relationship between my second grandfather and Mr. Bai, but he missed Lin Feng desperately.
How could I lose my feelings overnight when I loved you so deeply?
Is he going to be like Mr. Bai, who lost trust in each other because of setbacks, fell into the cage of self-pity, unwilling to come out, and escaped more and more, and finally missed his life with Lin Feng?
If you don't get any emotional response, feel discouraged, don't give each other a chance, and run away to the countryside like a coward, you are just deceiving yourself.
Su Ling was very fast. In less than ten minutes, the outline of Lin Feng's face took shape on the paper.
After they confirmed their relationship, Lin Feng became his exclusive model and drew countless sketches. He knew every detail of Lin Feng's body, such as the subtle mole at the corner of his eye, the birthmark on his waist, and the size of the mark.
Su Ling's face flushed, he put down his pencil, and couldn't help but curl up his toes.
My body, which had not been hugged for more than two months, was extremely sensitive and empty. Just looking at the painting, an indescribable desire surged from deep in my heart.
When they slept together, Lin Feng liked to hug him from behind, with his strong arms wrapped around his waist, and they were very close. When they were excited, she would call him baby, and her warm lips would whisper softly in his ear, which made him feel soft all over.
He had great physical strength and he could never keep up with him. Occasionally, he would be beaten too hard and cry for mercy, but Lin Feng would not only not stop, but would bully him even more.
Once, he almost fainted and bit Lin Feng angrily, and Lin Feng let him go.
Since then, he seems to have learned to restrain himself, and later he often went on business trips and gradually
Gradually reduced the number of times.
Su Ling bit his thumb, his brows furrowed.
Was it because of that incident that the two of them started to become cold towards each other?
Su Ling tried hard to recall the scene at that time.
That night, they drank some wine and returned to the room. Instead of going to bed immediately, they took a bath together in the bathroom. After that, Lin Feng carried him to bed and things got out of control.
By twelve o'clock in the evening, he was so tired that he couldn't even move a finger, but Lin Feng was still charging forward, which made him so exhausted that he didn't even have the energy to cry.
He couldn't bear it anymore, so he opened his mouth and bit Lin Feng's shoulder hard, and finally stopped.
Su Ling was drowsy. Lin Feng hugged him and kept apologizing in his ear, but he seemed to have said something else as well.
What is that?
Su Ling couldn't remember it for a moment.
He tapped his head and thought carefully, always feeling that those words were very important.
Lingbao, you must believe that I will give you the best
The man's voice was low and hoarse.
Su Ling shuddered, sat up straight, and stared blankly at the outline of the man on the paper.
After a while, he picked up the phone on the table, found Lin Zhou's number, and dialed it.
The phone beeped more than ten times and was picked up before Su Ling hung up.
"Hello, is this Xiaoling?" Lin Zhou's voice sounded a little lazy.
"Are you asleep?" Su Ling asked.
"No, I was just busy for a while." Lin Zhou cleared his throat and kicked away the man who tried to rush over and hug him. "Is there something urgent?"
"It's not urgent." Su Ling pondered, "You don't have to help me cover my tracks anymore."
"Eh?" Lin Zhou suddenly sat up, pushed the man away mercilessly, frowned, and asked, "Have you figured it out?"
Su Ling leaned back in his chair, holding his phone in one hand and playing with a pencil in the other.
"I want to give him a chance and listen to his reasons." After a pause, Su Ling asked, "Can you help me find out what Lin Feng has been busy with abroad this year?"
"No problem." Lin Zhou agreed immediately. "But why are you suddenly interested in his work?"
Su Ling raised his pencil and drew lines on the sketch paper, drawing Lin Feng's Adam's apple, with the tip of the pen lingering on his neck.
"When he and I were dating, we were inseparable and very much in love. After we got married, he went to work and I stayed at home painting. We were busy with our own things, and we weren't as close as before. Now that I think about it, I don't seem to understand my husband at all."
Lin Zhou grabbed Fu Heng, who looked dissatisfied, and kissed him. He smiled and said, "It's great that you can think it through."
Su Ling said, "I'm very curious. What on earth attracts him to China? Why does he keep going on business trips every now and then? If he doesn't give me a reasonable explanation, I won't just let it go."
He exerted force with his hand and broke the pencil with a "click".
Lin Zhou touched his nose.
Very good, the beautiful Persian cat finally showed its claws and stopped retreating and escaping.
This was the Su Ling he knew.
After hanging up the phone, Su Ling heaved a sigh of relief, changed his pencil, and continued drawing. The man's handsome features gradually took shape and became delicate under his pen.
Liuxian Town, Hyatt Hotel
Wimsey paced the room, feeling restless.
On the way back, he tentatively asked his grandfather, "Grandpa, are you really going to accept Su Ling as your grandson?"
His grandfather leaned back with his eyes closed, looking very tired. When he heard his question, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
"Lidya Su is very opinionated, he may not be willing."
The ambiguous words made Wen Xi even more troubled. He returned to the hotel, still unable to let go. Twenty minutes later, he picked up his mobile phone and made an overseas call.
"Dad, Grandpa wants to give the inheritance to an outsider"
At the same time, in the presidential suite on the rooftop of the Hyatt Hotel, Lin Feng was flipping through a stack of documents. Suddenly, he sneezed, startling Xu Zhuoyun, who was making coffee for him.
"Mr. Lin, is it
"I want to turn up the air conditioner temperature," he asked.
Lin Feng put down the information, took a tissue and wiped his nose.
"Need not."
Xu Zhuoyun placed the brewed coffee in front of him and advised, "You haven't gotten enough sleep recently. Would you like to rest early today?"
Lin Feng picked up the coffee of moderate temperature, took a sip, and asked, "Any news?"
Xu Zhuoyun knew that he was asking about Mrs. Lin's news, so he pulled out a video from his phone and played it for him.
"This is a video I got from H City Airport. One of the shots might be of Madam."
Lin Feng put down his coffee and stared at his phone.
The video was blurry, and a young man in a windbreaker could be vaguely seen dragging four suitcases and standing at the airport exit. Then a man came over and talked to him, and then the two left together.
"Investigate this man immediately," Lin Feng said coldly.
Xu Yunzhuo swallowed his saliva. "Yes"
The video has obviously been manipulated, and it is not easy to find this part. The man who left with Mrs. Lin had his back to the camera, so his face could not be seen clearly.
Madam is indeed in H City
However, seeing him with a strange man, Mr. Lin's jealousy instantly reached its peak.
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