Chapter 81: Funeral Hall
Miao Yue asked Jing Ping for the hundredth time: [Sister’s knife is very sharp: How is it, is it out? 】
Jing Ping maintained the demeanor of a butler with an annual salary of tens of millions: [The most perfect butler in the world: No, Miss]
Miao Yue has stayed at the Lin family's Zhu residence several times and has also been in contact with Jing Ping. When she learned that Lin Hanzhi would bring Qi Gu home tonight, Miao Yue thought of some small plans to help the two people's relationship and let them interact more.
Therefore, she deliberately and maliciously instructed Jing Ping to replace all the toiletries with a language that was so niche that not many people in China knew it, and not to mark them with Chinese sticky notes, hoping that this would encourage Qi Gu to take the initiative to find Lin Hanzhi to ask and increase interaction.
But Jing Ping had people guarding downstairs for a long time, but Qi Gu didn't come out again. On the contrary, the lights in the room dimmed a lot, as if it was time to go to bed.
He thought about it and sent a message to Miao Yue: [The most perfect housekeeper in the world: Miss, Mr. Qi seems to be ready to go to bed]
Miao Yue was angry: [Damn it, my plan was obviously foolproof, could it be that he actually knows that niche language? Forget it, then you should go to bed early! (Red envelope)】
Excellent, really excellent.
Miao Yue thought, Qi Gu is so awesome, how could Lin Hanzhi be worthy of him!
Lin Hanzhi herself is not ambitious enough and doesn't know how to pursue someone. As a eunuch, she needs to think about this more! ——She quickly found her own track on this road.
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Lin Hanzhi listened to the sound of Qi Gu closing the door, waited for a few seconds, and when she heard no other movement, she walked out of the room, went downstairs, and came to the first floor of the small building where she lived.
The first floor is the mourning hall.
In the mourning hall, there are tablets arranged according to age and seniority. Each tablet uses the same font. The font cannot be called the work of a famous artist, and it is a stretch to say that it is beautiful. The young Lin Hanzhi held the tablet and carved the words one by one with his own hands. The child carved day and night, and his hands were pierced by the carving knife and were covered in blood. If you look closely at the white fingertips, you can still see tiny scars.
Lin Hanzhi washed her hands, took the incense, lit it, and was about to kneel down, but she saw the candlelight shaking, and something seemed wrong.
He put down the incense and swapped the two spirit tablets that had been placed incorrectly.
He specifically touched the spirit tablet and found it was spotless, front and back, without a speck of dust. It was obvious that the cleaner had wiped it very carefully.
But he accidentally put the spirit tablet in the wrong place.
In fact, this is normal. After all, there are 46 people, and most of them have the surname Lin. It is normal for people who are not familiar with them to confuse them.
Fortunately, Lin Hanzhi himself remembered it very clearly. He gently touched one of the spirit tablets. The name on it was Lin Bao, who was Lin Hanzhi's cousin. He was a very well-behaved and cute little boy. He was usually timid and would only become more lively when he saw Lin Hanzhi. What he liked most was to be touched on the head by Lin Hanzhi.
"Long time no see, I'm back." Lin Hanzhi said softly, and solemnly bowed to the three lit incense sticks that were emitting the scent of sandalwood and smoke, and inserted them into the incense burner.
He knew that incense and gold and silver ingots made of paper were of no use to them, because when they died, their souls were scattered and they died completely, leaving nothing for him.
There is no afterlife either.
These tablets are just his own wishful thinking.
The flickering candlelight reflected on Lin Hanzhi's tall profile, as if countless pairs of elders' hands stretched out from the tablets, gently caressing his cheeks.
Lin Hanzhi closed her eyes and knelt quietly on the mat in front of the mourning hall for a long time.
Then he went upstairs slowly, step by step.
It was already very late at night. When he went upstairs, he subconsciously glanced at the door and windows of Qi Gu's room, but did not see any light coming out from inside. Lin Hanzhi guessed that Qi Gu should have gone to bed, so he closed the door very quietly.
At the entrance of Lin Hanzhi's room are two huge cabinets, which contain his childhood items. Most of them were given to him by his family. He cherishes them very much and still often takes them out to play with them even at his age.
He had a very loving family, once.
Lin Hanzhi sat cross-legged on the wool blanket, tried one of the dancing man's music boxes, picked up a scaled-down car model and drove it on the ground for a while, and then walked deeper into the room.
His things were arranged according to age, with the ones outside being from his childhood and the ones inside being from when he grew up. Most of them were contribution awards, certificates of honor, and some relics left by teammates who died in battle.
When Lin Hanzhi looked at these, he always felt as if he was hundreds of years old. Otherwise, why would he think of some past events every time he looked at something, and then let those things corrode his flesh and blood... Only old people like to reminisce about the past the most.
After looking for a while longer, he walked towards the bathroom.
The body that looked extremely thin when wearing clothes actually had firm muscles, broad shoulders, cold white skin, and was covered with scars after taking off the clothes, just like a raw vase that was accidentally damaged by a craftsman while being made.
It was a hot summer day and cicadas were chirping outside the house, but Lin Hanzhi was taking a hot bath.
However, the scorching hot water did not stay on his body for even a moment. It soon cooled down, and the water vapor turned into droplets, condensing on his handsome body and cheeks.
"Ding Dong." The doorbell rang briskly.
Could it be that Jing Ping has something to ask me?
Lin Hanzhi quickened the speed of drying her hair, put on a bathrobe, and walked out while tying the robe.
The door opened, and looking at Qi Gu wearing the same bathrobe as herself, Lin Hanzhi was stunned: "What's wrong?"
"I asked you to borrow some clothes, but I was afraid that I would disturb your sleep tomorrow." Qi Gu said, "You went out just now, and I rang the doorbell once, but no one answered. This time I came here because I heard some noise in the corridor."
Lin Hanzhi looked unnatural for a moment, but quickly stepped aside and said, "My wardrobes are all over there, you can choose whatever you like."
"Thanks."
Lin Hanzhi had a lot of clothes, enough to fill several wardrobes. Qi Gu subconsciously walked to the rightmost cabinet, and then saw that it was full of long coats and trousers.
"Where are your summer clothes?" Qi Gu asked.
"What you see now is my summer clothes." Lin Hanzhi said, "After all, I have a cold body."
Qi Gu felt that wearing long clothes and long pants in the hot summer would test his heat dissipation ability to some extent, so he asked, "Is there anything a little cooler?"
Looking up and recalling for a moment, Lin Hanzhi said: "Go left."
Qi Gu followed what he said and walked over, opened it, and saw that there were indeed some basic shorts and short-sleeved shirts inside, and the sizes were suitable.
"Those are my old clothes that I wore when I was fifteen. They should fit you well," said Lin Hanzhi.
Qi Gu: “…” How old?
"You were 1.76 meters tall when you were fifteen?" Qi Gu obviously didn't believe it.
"I'm 186 now." Lin Hanzhi answered honestly.
"What?" Qi Gu felt that this was simply alarmist. How could Lin Hanzhi be so much taller than him?
You know, his height is more than enough in the South.
Qi Gu immediately walked towards Lin Hanzhi and stopped until he was almost close to her. He stood up straight and found that when he looked straight ahead, he was facing Lin Hanzhi's beautiful but pale lips.
No...is he really that much taller than me?
In the past, Lin Hanzhi always looked spineless in front of him, squeezed close to him, and looked weak, so much so that even though Qi Gu had a hard time putting his arm around Lin Hanzhi's shoulders in the afternoon, he didn't feel that Lin Hanzhi was much taller than him.
But now when he calculated, Lin Hanzhi was actually ten centimeters taller than him!
"Well, if you don't believe me, you can take a tape measure." Lin Hanzhi lowered his head slightly, and his opening and closing lips were getting closer and closer to Qi Gu's eyes, looking like he was about to kiss him.
Qi Gu took a step back and said, "No need."
He quickly returned to the closet and picked up a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, both of which were the most basic styles.
Lin Hanzhi: "Don't you need other accessories?"
Qi Gu is very straight-forward when it comes to dressing. He basically only wears the simplest styles, not to mention any accessories.
But Lin Hanzhi is different. Each of his locks is so exquisite that it looks like they could be directly shot for a fashion magazine.
"Are there any accessories?" asked Qi Gu, a straight man.
Lin Hanzhi came to his side and opened a few drawers in the wardrobe. In the drawers were rows of famous watches, brooches, cufflinks and other items. Under the light of the room, they sparkled with a "I'm so expensive, you don't deserve it" glow.
Qi Gu quickly refused: "Thank you, but I don't need it."
Every piece here looks like enough to buy his life.
He added: "There is really no such thing as free beauty in this world. You must spend a lot of time matching your clothes, right?"
Lin Hanzhi said, "That's not necessary. I have three stylists. They will tell me how to wear all the clothes, which clothes should have their cuffs folded, and which clothes should be paired with small accessories. I just need to think about which one to wear."
Qi Gu finally smiled: "..."
Being laughed at by one's own poverty.
He politely declined Lin Hanzhi's offer to pick a piece of jewelry and left with his clothes.
Lin Hanzhi watched Qi Gu walk through the corridor with lanterns on, and felt relieved, but also a little disappointed.
He found that deep down in his heart, he actually wanted Qi Gu to find out where he had been just now.
He was like a hopeless and helpless person stuck in a quagmire, with most of his body swallowed up by the swamp. He no longer wanted to live, and even began to think that death would be a good thing. Living was so troublesome and torturous.
There are so many worries.
But at this moment, in the dark sky, someone walked along the swamp, holding a bright lamp in his hand, as if you could see him if you just turned around.
But he did not take the initiative to ask for help, just waiting to be discovered.
He wanted to bet whether the other party was willing to come back and help him out.
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