Chapter 38
Lin Qingyu came to the bedroom door, which was ajar.
When he returned to the Lin Mansion today, he did not bring Huantong. At this moment, Huantong was squatting beside Lu Wancheng's wheelchair, covering his legs with a blanket. Huantong has followed him for many years and is quite knowledgeable. He saw that Lu Wancheng was in surprisingly good spirits. He was not as happy as Hua Lu was, but just forced a smile while talking to Lu Wancheng.
"What would the young marquis like to eat tonight? I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it in advance."
Lu Wancheng thought for a moment and said, "I want to eat plum blossom cake."
Huan Tong said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."
"What time is it?" Lu Wancheng turned towards the wardrobe and asked.
Lin Qingyu looked towards the wardrobe but didn't see anything special.
Huan Tong said, "It's the end of the afternoon."
"Why hasn't your young master come back yet?"
"It should be soon. The young master said he would be back for dinner."
Lu Wancheng kept looking in that direction, a little worried: "Hurry up."
Lin Qingyu retreated.
In the yard, Hua Lu was still humming a little tune, the melody was light and melodious. She turned around and saw Lin Qingyu standing at the door. She asked curiously, "Young Master, why don't you come in?"
Lin Qingyu came back to her senses and said, "Hua Lu, can I borrow your dressing box?"
Lin Qingyu had only put on makeup once in her life, on the day she married Lu Wancheng. Because men are not suitable for heavy makeup and he was extremely disgusted by it, when he got married, the matchmaker only drew his eyebrows, painted his lipstick, and pasted a flower ornament between his eyebrows.
Lu Wancheng didn't care whether he had eyebrows drawn and lipstick applied, he just seemed to want to see him wearing wedding clothes and having flower ornaments applied to his head.
Lin Qingyu looked at himself in the bronze mirror and suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost a lot of weight during this period of time. He picked up a pen and recreated the flower ornament that had been stuck between his eyebrows that day, stroke by stroke, in front of the mirror. It was a simple symmetrical flower ornament with only three strokes, but it was enough to change a person's temperament. It seemed as if she was no longer herself, but a wife who relied on her looks to please her husband.
It turns out that a scholar can also be tolerant of those who understand him.
Then, he took off his plain clothes and put on the complicated wedding clothes piece by piece, tied a jade belt around his waist, and finally put on a shawl. The jade crown that tied his hair was taken off, and his black hair fell down like a waterfall. He picked up the wedding crown, thought for a moment, and put it back.
That's enough. After all, he was giving someone away, not getting married.
"Master?" Huan Tong's voice came from outside, "Master, are you back?"
Before Lin Qingyu could respond, Huan Tong rushed in and was stunned when she saw him.
Lin Qingyu stood up, with the back of his wedding dress dragging on the ground; he did not wear a crown, but let his long hair hang naturally over his shoulders. When he lowered his head, his hair covered half of his face.
Huantong had never seen such a young master before, he was so bright and handsome, and his every move was full of charm. He was stunned for a long while, until Lin Qingyu came to him, and then he came to his senses: "Master, why are you..."
Lin Qingyu asked: "Where is the young marquis?"
"The young marquis thought that the young master had not returned yet, so he said he would go to the courtyard to wait." Huan Tong remembered what she was here for, and her voice became nasal, "Young master, the young marquis he, he..."
"I know." Lin Qingyu was unusually calm. "Have someone prepare dinner. I don't need you to serve me tonight."
Wedding dresses, also known as wedding gowns, are heavy and inconvenient to wear, and one may step on the hem of the dress if not careful. In order to get to Lu Wancheng as quickly as possible, he had to hold up his skirt like a woman, walk through the silent corridor, and quickly come to the courtyard.
Lu Wancheng, dressed in a bright red dress and a snow-white fox fur coat, sat in a wheelchair that had been vacant for a long time. He was like a red plum blossom in the snow, bursting into his sight with great fanfare.
Today, Lu Wancheng is full of energy, his cheeks and lips are rosy, his eyes are bright, and he has a hint of youthful spirit, as if he has returned to the warm spring of this year. At that time, Lu Wancheng didn't need to sit in a wheelchair, and he would even try to pick him up without knowing it.
If... if the clothes on Lu Wancheng were not so much bigger, if his legs could still feel, he might also feel that Lu Wancheng might really be getting better.
Lu Wancheng just sat there, waiting for you to come.
Lin Qingyu opened his lips: "Wan Cheng."
Lu Wancheng's reaction was a little slow. He was startled at first, then slowly turned his head, looked at him, and smiled: "You're back."
His reaction was no different from usual.
Lin Qingyu's chest seemed to be hit hard by something.
Lu Wancheng has said so many times that she wants to see him wearing a wedding dress with flower ornaments. Why didn't he show any special reaction after he actually wore it and painted it?
He raised his hand and tried to touch Lu Wancheng's eyes. His fingertips almost touched Lu Wancheng's eyelashes, but Lu Wancheng still had his eyes open, staring at him without blinking. The corners of his mouth curved, and he smiled very beautifully: "Did you eat the plum blossom cake made by your mother-in-law when you went home today? By the way, have Qinghe's front teeth grown back?"
Lin Qingyu's hand froze in the air for a moment, then slowly fell down: "After eating it, it grew back."
How could he forget. Lu Wancheng's whole body is full of poison, so anything that happens is normal. How could he forget.
"I asked Huantong to prepare some plum blossom cakes," Lu Wancheng said, "Would you like to eat some with me?"
Lin Qingyu nodded, and when she heard Lu Wancheng call "Qingyu" again, she said, "Okay. It's cold outside, I'll push you back."
Lin Qingyu pushed Lu Wancheng into the hall. According to the rules of wealthy families, meals should be eaten in the living room. In the past, Lu Wancheng was lazy and wanted people to bring food to him. Later, Lu Wancheng became gradually seriously ill, and even when food was delivered to his bedside, he could not eat much.
Huan Tong asked the small kitchen to prepare a table of dishes. With red eyes, he was about to leave after serving the dishes when Lu Wan Cheng called him, "Do you have any wine?"
Lin Qingyu does not allow his patients to drink alcohol. The two have been married for so long, but have never drunk alcohol once. Lin Qingyu said: "Your body is not suitable for drinking."
Lu Wancheng said: "But, I am already eighteen years old."
"This has nothing to do with..." Lin Qingyu took a deep breath and said in a normal tone, "This has nothing to do with how old you are."
"Why doesn't it matter? Eighteen years old means you can do whatever you want. I finally made it to eighteen, how can I just do nothing..." Lu Wancheng paused and smiled, "Doctor Lin, let me have a drink."
Lin Qingyu steadied his breath and told Huan Tong: "Go get some wine."
Huan Tong served the two of them wine and whispered, "Young Masters, if you have nothing else to say, I'll leave first." He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would burst into tears.
Lu Wancheng said, "If you leave, who will serve me dinner?"
Huantong looked at Lin Qingyu at a loss. Lin Qingyu said: "I'll serve you."
Lu Wancheng was slightly startled, pretending to be surprised: "So good?"
Lin Qingyu served Lu Wancheng a bowl of soup and put it close to his mouth: "Open your mouth."
Lu Wancheng obediently opened his mouth and carefully drank a mouthful of soup from his hand, revealing a satisfied expression: "One more mouthful."
Lu Wancheng took only a few bites of the food when he said he wanted to drink. The wine had been warmed beforehand; Huantong had specially brought the mild pear blossom wine. The wine had no spicy taste and the aroma lasted for a long time. Lu Wancheng took a sip and said flatteringly, "Good wine."
It's obvious that he didn't feel the medicine was bitter when he drank it.
Lin Qingyu turned his head away, unable to bear to look at him. He heard Lu Wancheng ask him, "Qingyu, is this the kind of wine we drank when we got married?" Without waiting for Lin Qingyu to answer, he continued, "You wouldn't drink the wedding wine with a rooster, would you?"
Lin Qingyu closed his eyes: "I... don't remember."
Lu Wancheng said, "Then just assume that you are drinking with me."
Lin Qingyu calmed down and opened his eyes again. The night outside the window was getting darker. I didn't know when it started to snow, and the snow and the moon were both white.
This is the first snow this winter.
Lin Qingyu felt a little happy in his heart. He remembered that Lu Wancheng said that he wanted to see him standing in the snow with an umbrella, his cheeks stained red by his clothes. "Wancheng, it's snowing outside. Do you want to go..." The word "see" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it.
"It's snowing?" Lu Wancheng seemed not to notice Lin Qingyu's abnormality, and said cheerfully, "Then I'm quite lucky. Let's go and enjoy the snow."
Lin Qingyu had given notice in advance, and the servants were all staying in their own rooms. No one saw him standing in the snow in his wedding gown, holding an umbrella and with his long hair loose.
No one...saw.
Lu Wancheng stretched out his hand and let the soft white snowflakes fall into his palm. Without the light in the room, his face quickly darkened, his lips lost their color, and only his eyes remained bright. It is like a flash in the pan, blooming desperately and then withering quickly.
…It was too short, so short that it was scary.
Lin Qingyu didn't know how to make his bloom last longer, so she could only hold his slightly cold hand in vain. "Are you cold?"
Lu Wancheng shook his head and suddenly asked him: "Qingyu, you still like girls, right?"
Lin Qingyu's Adam's apple rolled and he said, "That's natural."
Lu Wancheng nodded and said with a smile: "That's good."
Lu Wancheng looked at the snow for a while, his eyes half open and half closed as he said, "Qingyu, I'm a little tired."
Lin Qingyu felt empty inside, and said softly, "If you are tired, just go to sleep."
When you fall asleep, you will be liberated and no longer have to suffer from illness and poison.
But Lu Wancheng didn't listen to him. He still stubbornly opened his eyes and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry Qingyu, I seem to...can't hold on. But I have tried my best, don't be angry."
"No," Lin Qingyu knelt in the snow, holding an umbrella in one hand and holding Lu Wancheng's cheek with the other, her voice as gentle as water, "I won't be angry."
Lu Wancheng probably already realized that things in the Eastern Palace were not going as they wished. Yes, Lu Wancheng is so smart, he knows everything, how could he not see it.
Lu Wancheng smiled under the umbrella and told him one last joke: "On the day of Xiao Cheng's tragic death, don't forget to tell your husband during the family sacrifice."
Lin Qingyu couldn't help but smile slightly when he heard that.
Lu Wancheng seemed to feel that he was smiling, and kept looking at him, looking at him, until he could no longer hold on, and finally closed his eyes: "Then, I'll sleep for a while. Remember to wake me up."
Lin Qingyu agreed to him: "Okay."
The snow is getting heavier.
No matter how hot Lin Qingyu's hands were, the person in his palms gradually became colder and colder, until he became stiff to the bone.
The north wind blows and the night snows, the cold is shining, and everything is silent.
He was wearing a wedding gown and painted with flowers, just like when he and Lu Wancheng first met.
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