Chapter 85 Chapter 85 The Habit of the Right Eye
Both families have children, and Cai Weihong's son was left at home. After tidying up the dormitory, no one stayed any longer and everyone went home.
Three people arrived at Dormitory 3014. After mopping the floor, they stood at the door and waited a bit, but the last student still didn't show up. Helpless, Cai Weihong said, "Don't we have two days to report? Maybe she won't arrive until tomorrow? After all, this is a day student dormitory, so it's close."
Lin Xinghuo hugged Lin Beiguo, who was full of energy after a good sleep, and nodded: "That's right. Then let's meet tomorrow afternoon?" When he reported in just now, he saw the notice posted on the wall. He had to collect books and have a class meeting tomorrow afternoon.
So far, the three of us in the dorm have different majors. She's in Traditional Chinese Medicine, Cai Weihong is in Chinese Pharmacology, and Xiao Lanqin is in the newly established Nutritional Therapy program. This is quite different from the other dorms, where students are mostly in the same major. Our class schedules are also different, so we'll see each other much less often. Tomorrow afternoon will probably be the most complete gathering of all our dormmates in a while.
After they said their goodbyes, Cai Weihong noticed Xiao Lanqin deliberately lagging behind, and realized she might have something to say to Lin Xinghuo. She quickly pulled Qi Jianmin a few paces away, saying goodbye, "Let's go push the cart! Let's go!"
Riding her bicycle, the wheels pressing down on the brick and stone road, a stark contrast to the asphalt road, Cai Weihong let out a deep breath: "The air of freedom!"
Qi Jianmin tugged at his scarf and shouted, "It's so windy, aren't you cold? Why are you riding so fast? You'll fall off this 28-inch bike again!" There was no other way. A family of six only had two bicycles, both of which were large 28-inch models. When the family pooled their resources to buy bicycles, they'd figured the 26s and 28s were about the same price, so the larger, more weight-bearing 28s were a better deal. Back then, he and his wife worked in the same unit, and the 28-inch bikes had sturdy back seats, providing a stable support. Back then, they never imagined they'd be where they are today... But now, seeing his wife stretching on tiptoe to reach the pedals, struggling to sway from side to side on the saddle, Qi Jianmin regretted it. He was thinking about trading in a 26-inch bike for his wife when he got home. Otherwise, such long distances every day would be too much for her short legs.
When Cai Weihong, a short-legged woman, heard her husband's plan, she erupted in anger before she could even begin to feel any emotion. "Get lost! I'm 1.6 meters tall, a top student. How am I short?" However, the two people she met today, Lin Xinghuo and Xiao Lanqin, were both tall. Lin Xinghuo was slender, almost 1.7 meters tall, right? Xiao Lanqin was a bit taller, but Cai Weihong attributed that to the heels of her small leather shoes. Cai Weihong's height was considered tall for the women in her former unit; her generation hadn't been well-nourished as children, so few were tall.
"We'll hang up a tent later and get a few more IV bottles from home. Then you don't have to go home when the weather is bad. Put up the tent, fill the bottles with hot water, cover yourself with a quilt and spend the night in the dormitory." Qi Jianmin said seriously. It's not even the end of the first month of the year yet, and it will be cold for more than a month. Moreover, the spring in Beijing is full of earthy winds that are so strong that people can't open their eyes. He was really afraid that Cai Weihong would accidentally fall into the ditch.
"Okay, there won't be many times like this. It will be fine when the weather gets warmer." Cai Weihong said, "I should be the only one staying overnight. It will be quiet here, and I won't have to worry about wasting time reading. Maybe I'll be happy to live in the dormitory in the future." Qi Jianmin's school is more famous and closer to home, but freshmen are not allowed to attend school as a day student. After the school officially starts, Qi Jianmin can only go home on weekends... When he was still in school, Qi Jianmin was more popular than her. Cai Weihong was giving him a shot of prevention in advance.
"Hey, have you seen what Xiao Lanqin in our dormitory is wearing?" Cai Weihong said excitedly while sniffing her red nose.
Qi Jianmin, a man of exceptional intelligence, could never follow his wife's lead. He asked blankly, "What does it look like? Who cares what it looks like? Or maybe we could tear down the walls and turn them into tents. They're thick and airtight."
"Why take that off? It's been starched over the years, it's bound to break if you take it off." Cai Weihong said, "Think about what our grandma is wearing, and those two precious photos of her. Doesn't it look a bit like the school uniforms our grandma wore when she was young?"
His family consisted of six people: Qi Jianmin's parents, his wife and son, and his grandmother, who was still alive. The grandmother was the daughter of the silk shop owner's concubine. Her older sister, a legitimate child, was educated and admired as a progressive female student. But Qi Jianmin, in contrast, was confined to a backyard, sewing in a loose, toe-hugging gown with wide sleeves and a skirt that covered her toes.
Among the two photos, one is a photo of the two sisters. One is wearing a simple student uniform with her chin held high, while the other is wearing a complicated gown and skirt, but she is holding a handkerchief and lowering her head slightly.
"That's true." After hearing her say that, Qi Jianmin also remembered, especially that Xiao Lanqin was also wearing a light blue top and black skirt.
"Her jacket has buttons at the collar." Another photo of Grandma was taken the only time she wore the then-fashionable qipao, revealing her arms and a hint of her calves through the low slit. Cai Weihong's sharp eyes noticed that Xiao Lanqin's tweed jacket didn't have the usual round buttons, but the same pipa-style buttons found on Grandma's slanted-lapel jackets.
While they were discussing Xiao Lanqin's buttons, Lin Xinghuo also discovered that Xiao Lanqin's woolen coat should have been a ready-made one, but for some reason the original buttons had been cut off, the buttonholes sewn on, and then complicated handmade buttons were pinned on top. Although the buttons were made of the same material as much as possible, clues could still be seen if one looked closely.
Xiao Lanqin seemed unaccustomed to buttoning her coat, her hands unconsciously groping for the holes in her coat buttonholes several times... She felt a little uncomfortable, but still asked, "Just now you said that twelve people from Xiantun passed the exam? Were they all admitted to schools in Beijing? Who were they?"
I don't know whether to call this girl heartless or cold-hearted. She'd been sent to work in Buxian Village for so many years, not to mention the care she received from the villagers. Just think about the educated youth who spent every day with her and treated her like a sister. After she left, she really didn't send a single word back to the village. Even that petty and unpopular male educated youth, Wei Bushun, had sent two letters.
The two girls had something to say, so Wu Nian stepped forward, picked up his daughter, and went downstairs to tidy up the ox cart. Taking advantage of their close proximity, Lin Xinghuo examined Xiao Lanqin more carefully. That inexplicable sense of familiarity came over him again. This time, Lin Xinghuo was sure that he had seen someone like her somewhere before, perhaps in a painting or an old photo on the wall of a photo studio?
"These twelve are not only members of the commune, but also four educated youth. Since you returned to the city, five more have gone home, leaving only six people in the educated youth unit. As a result, four of them passed the exam this time, and the remaining two will take the college entrance examination this year. The old branch secretary said that they have a good foundation and should be able to do about the same this year."
What Xiao Lanqin wanted to know was the situation of the educated youth. Upon hearing this, she immediately asked who the four people were and where they had been admitted.
Lin Xinghuo looked at her with interest. Xiao Lanqin touched her face and said a little flusteredly: "Is there something on my face? What are you looking at?"
Lin Xinghuo shook his head. "Cui Xia and Yang Weibo were admitted to the same university in Shanghai..."
Upon hearing that none of the educated youth had taken the entrance exam for schools in Beijing, Xiao Lanqin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She said a few insincere words about how much she admired him and how much she missed him, then waved goodbye to Lin Xinghuo and left.
He didn't ask any more questions about the other eight members of the village who were admitted to university.
Lin Xinghuo sighed, keeping silent about the other eight who all applied to schools in Beijing. Xiao Lanqin didn't think that, aside from the educated youth she shared a courtyard with, no one else knew she was pregnant with Niu Wangshan's child when she returned to the city, did she?
The year before last, Lin Xinghuo returned to Beijing in mid-to-late March. The next day, he delivered the letter from the Buxiantun Brigade to Xiao Lanqin's father's workplace. Her father worked at the largest publishing house in Beijing, so he was easy to find. Of course, Lin Xinghuo didn't show up, but he used a little trickery to get the letter delivered.
Lin Xinghuo later knew clearly how furious Xiao's father was when he received the letter, how he went to the mail room to ask the messenger, and how he went home to discuss the matter. With Heidan, a gossip lover who had gone astray, around, he saw it all.
It has to be said that Niu Wangshan is indeed not a good person. What Xiao Lanqin said in public that could have her arrested for "hooliganism" turned out to be true. Xiao Lanqin was really pregnant with his baby. No wonder he was so fearless.
But Xiao Lanqin's father, mother, and two of Xiao Lanqin's brothers weren't easy to bully. Their families had been educated in Beijing, a politically charged city, for years, and their vision and shrewdness were far beyond the reach of a country boy like Niu Wangshan. Xiao's father had taken action, and it wasn't known how Niu Wangshan had managed it, but within two weeks, he'd secured a marriage certificate with a girl from another brigade. She had five brothers, not to mention cousins, and was a well-known example of a family so poor that their only remaining resources were their numbers. In rural areas, the presence of males confers power, and even the most cunning of the Niu family couldn't withstand the blows of their brothers. Thus, Niu Wangshan, this juicy piece of "fat meat," found his way into the woman's family... Xiao Lanqin's heartfelt love had died, and when he married someone else, he didn't even give her a word of explanation.
Xiao Lanqin lay paralyzed in bed, as if dead, refusing to work or speak. Her parents were truly cruel, abandoning her in Buxian Village for over two months without a care or concern. The old Party secretary had no choice but to ask their female educated youth to take care of Xiao Lanqin, and simply exempted four of them from working in the fields... But as they were taking care of her, Xiao Lanqin's belly began to swell. Cui Xia, who was already married and had children, was terrified. She had experience. Xiao Lanqin's belly looked like it was five or six months pregnant. If they delayed any further, she wouldn't be able to have an abortion and would have to give birth. Cui Xia had no choice but to secretly find the old Party secretary and ask him to notify Xiao Lanqin's family as soon as possible.
Xiao's parents quickly completed the paperwork, paid for a temporary job at a printing factory affiliated with a publishing house, and brought her back to Beijing. Xiao's second brother, who was to go to the countryside to replace Xiao Lanqin, even took out all his savings from years of work and privately went to the brigade headquarters, begging those who knew about Xiao Lanqin's pregnancy not to tell anyone...
But the production enthusiasm in Buxiantun is not that high, and the female comrades who hold up half the sky are very united with each other, and the old, weak and disabled people who do not go to the fields usually stay in the spacious auditorium with electric lights to work - in the whole Buxiantun, no secret can be kept secret and leave the auditorium.
Just as Xiao Lanqin and Niu Wangshan were hand in hand, arguing with the old Party branch secretary and team leader about settling down, the sharp-eyed women realized she was no longer a virgin. Later, although Xiao Lanqin remained paralyzed in bed and out of sight, the female educated youth who took turns caring for her came to the auditorium to do some light work. How could they not care about the bedridden Xiao Lanqin? Of the three female educated youth, only Cui Xia had given birth, but she was young and had seen too little of the women's affairs. Unknowingly, she had already revealed Xiao Lanqin's true nature through a few words.
Long before Cui Xia hurriedly went to consult the old Party Secretary in May, Wei Chunfeng had already told Lin Xinghuo, who had secretly returned to the village, that Xiao Lanqin was indeed pregnant with Niu Wangshan's child. Chunfeng had even told Lin Xinghuo not to show up in public or return to the village openly. Otherwise, Xiao Lanqin, who had previously believed that Lin Xinghuo understood her and was from the same country as her, would have hated her to death. People are strange like that. Sometimes, the one they hate most isn't the one who betrayed them, but rather the one who once shared their suffering.
It's said that when Xiao Lanqin left, she was wrapped in a blanket and carried by her two brothers. The story left behind was that she had edema and couldn't see the wind... It was June, and she was wrapped in a blanket... Fearing an accident on the way, the brigade sent Wei Chunxing to drive a mule cart to the forestry railway station. Telling such a lie in front of Wei Chunxing, who had a keen nose, and assuming he couldn't tell that Xiao Lanqin was drinking medicine to preserve her pregnancy?
In other words, the villagers of Buxiantun were kind-hearted. On the one hand, they were afraid that the girl would be harmed for the rest of her life, and on the other hand, they did not want their village to have a bad reputation. So everyone tacitly pretended to be stupid and accepted what he said.
When people from other brigades mentioned the educated youth who was so desperate that she insisted on marrying Niu Wangshan, the villagers in the village helped to explain: "Well, why bring up that old calendar? The girl was young and had no parents to take care of her. Later, her parents came and she immediately came to her senses and quickly broke up with Niu Wangshan... When Niu Wangshan got married, the girl was working honestly in our village. I heard that he didn't care much about his marriage and just did what he had to do."
"A few months later, hey, the girl's parents found a job for her in the city, and she returned to the city for work! That's Beijing, I wonder how much Niu Wangshan regretted it? But it was useless for him to regret it, because the girl didn't care about him anymore."
"It's just like when we were young and looking for a partner. Even if our aunts and uncles acted as matchmakers, it couldn't be guaranteed. Nowadays, young people are talking about 'free love', so it's even more uncertain, right?" The uncle who said this sounded like he had some kind of story.
Lin Xinghuo shuddered as she recalled Wei Chunfeng's arrival in Beijing a month earlier. She'd been so eager to share every bit of village news with her, she thought. No one in the family, save Hei Sable, could handle her intensity. No, besides Hei Sable, the little Qingji figure in yellow clothes and a yellow hat, pulling a small cart, was also nestled under Hei Sable's belly, eavesdropping with great enthusiasm.
Did Xiao Lanqin think that as long as the educated youth she shared the same compound with didn't come to Beijing, no one would know about her pregnancy? Lin Xinghuo didn't know if this girl was truly stupid or just pretending, but her innocence to a certain degree resonated with the most pampered female educated youth in Lin Xinghuo's memory.
Xiao Lanqin wasn't completely foolish. Besides the educated youth, she believed that the old Party secretary, the team leader, and Lin Xinghuo of Buxian Village were the only three people who knew about her pregnancy. Of course, she had asked Cui Xia to contact the old Party secretary and the team leader to inform her parents. As for Lin Xinghuo, Xiao Lanqin didn't believe that even with Lin Xinghuo's incredible medical skills, she couldn't have diagnosed her pregnancy. She'd actually held Lin Xinghuo's hand and talked to him for quite a while. Xiao Lanqin bit her lip. It was March, and while she hadn't shown any signs of pregnancy, she was already pregnant.
However, Xiao Lanqin believed that Lin Xinghuo would not tell anyone about this. During her years in Buxiantun, she hadn't taken much of anything else seriously, but she had noticed Lin Xinghuo's tight-lipped nature. Forget about anything else, there was the whole series of incidents caused by their former educated youth team leader, Chang Qing. First, despite being color blind, Chang Qing insisted on competing with Lin Xinghuo for a barefoot doctor training opportunity, and then, somehow, he snatched away the male employee who had taken a fancy to Lin Xinghuo... Of course, Chang Qing, who had snatched someone else's marriage, didn't end up well either. However, as far as Xiao Lanqin knew, whether it was the matter of Chang Qing's color blindness or the time when Chang Qing secretly returned to the city to investigate, Lin Xinghuo never said a single word against Chang Qing, let alone a single word that would have put Chang Qing in a difficult position.
That was enough. Although Xiao Lanqin was jealous of Lin Xinghuo's good fortune, which made her meet a good man, for Xiao Lanqin, as long as the past events were not brought up to affect her marriage, then it would not be a problem.
Moreover, Xiao Lanqin compared Lin Qiyun and Wu Nian in her mind. She felt that although Wu Nian was young and good-looking, and his family seemed to be relatively wealthy, these were nothing compared to the successful Lin Qiyun.
At least after marrying Lin Qiyun, she'll be the "Deputy Minister's Wife"! Everyone else has to be a stepmother, but Lin Qiyun's children are all grown up and don't need her to take care of them. But Wu Nian, that burden, has to be held by Lin Xinghuo without a care. Lin Xinghuo has to bring her to school today! Comparing the family wealth, although Lin Qiyun's old father is still alive, he's long since become a "vegetative" person who can't wake up. Lin Qiyun has the final say in the Lin family, and from now on, the family's wealth will be handed over to her. Isn't that much more comfortable than Lin Xinghuo, who has to look after her master and her in-laws for money? Lin Qiyun gave her a car, while Wu Nian gave Lin Xinghuo an ox cart!
Comparing things this way, Xiao Lanqin calmed down. She rubbed her belly and thought: Perhaps she'll have to ask Lin Xinghuo for help with her symptoms someday. Even if Lin Qiyun had moved her to Dormitory 301 to curry favor with Mr. Fang Zhongqin, Xiao Lanqin didn't think it was a big deal. After all, compared to Lin Qiyun's private habits, it was nothing.
Xiao Lanqin had no idea that the car Lin Qiyun had provided her had already left, while Wu Nian's oxcart continued to follow Lin Xinghuo's pace. The specially designed spacious cart, with its shed and cushioned semi-reclining chairs, was far more comfortable than the car.
The cart pulled by Linghu only looks a little bigger on the surface, but in fact, the interior is made by Wu Nian to be similar to the four-wheeled carriages popular in foreign countries. People can stand up straight inside and sit comfortably, and there is also a table that can be propped up and placed... Linghu is now much taller than an ordinary ox, and it can be said that it is pulling a particularly large cart, which makes it not look too abrupt. However, if you compare it with other things, you can find the difference.
For example, when Lin Qiyun's car passed by the ox cart, Lin Qiyun in the car could only see the wheels.
The driver was still asking, "Where did they get such big wheels?" Steel rims and rubber tires were a real problem; they weren't even the type the tire factory could produce. So even though it was an oxcart, the driver was very careful and slowed down, fearing he'd end up hitting something and being embarrassed.
Lin Qiyun took a glance and closed his eyes to rest. His left hand trembled slightly, but his closed right eye was turning around rapidly, as if this eye had its own thoughts. The driver accidentally glanced at him in the rearview mirror and was so scared that he quickly gripped the steering wheel tightly, not daring to look at him any more.
When Xiao Lanqin returned home, she was frozen all over. Her mother held her hand, which was like a lump of ice, and couldn't help complaining distressedly: "Don't you see what kind of weather it is? Are you in such a hurry to wear new clothes and go out? I'll make some ginger water for you to soak your hands and feet... You, you don't know what kind of body you have. You are about to get married, why are you still so immature? Let me tell you, Qinqin, Lin Qiyun has a son and a daughter and is not in a hurry, but you have to have your own child!" The more Xiao's mother spoke, the softer her voice became, but the heavier her tone became.
Xiao Lanqin pursed her lips as she listened. "Don't I have my own child?" Where did the child she gave birth to go? Her family didn't even let her see the child, they just gave it away!
"You!" Xiao's mother was so angry: "Why bring this up again? Wasn't that family matter for your own good? Okay, otherwise, tell me what you think, and your father and I will agree with you!"
Xiao Lanqin remained silent. She had been relying on her parents and brother all her life. The only time she was disobedient left her with a scar that would last a lifetime. When she was sleeping with Lin Qiyun, she told him that it was the scar from an appendectomy. Lin Qiyun's half-smile... Xiao Lanqin felt anxious whenever she thought about it.
She was used to being a shrinking snail, with a certain Ah Q mentality that if I didn't think too much about it, the problem wouldn't exist. Suppressing her panic, Xiao Lanqin said impatiently, "What can I do? Isn't this the style your good son-in-law likes?"
Xiao Lanqin felt that Lin Qiyun was a bit sick. Not only did he like her to wear this weird Republic of China student uniform, but he also liked her to wear cheongsam in private. The slit of the cheongsam was open to the thigh, and the size was obviously too small. It was wrapped tightly around her body, and her breasts and buttocks seemed to be sticking out. It didn't look like something a decent person should wear at all.
Since giving birth, Xiao Lanqin's figure has become curvier and more feminine, but there are downsides: the slender waist she had as a child is gone, and the belly fat remains, even more noticeable when she wears a tight cheongsam. Xiao Lanqin herself finds it unsightly, but Lin Qiyun, who is known for his meticulous attention to detail, doesn't mind and often caresses her belly... Every time Lin Qiyun does that, Xiao Lanqin becomes uncomfortable. Once, she mustered the courage to say she didn't like it, but she saw one of his eyes fixed on her belly, while the other glanced in an unnatural way. Frightened, Xiao Lanqin swallowed her words and never looked up at him again.
Shaking her head, Xiao Lanqin immediately forced herself to forget the horrific scene. She heard Xiao's mother muttering as she boiled water, "What does Qiyun mean? Does he just like the way schoolgirls talk? Come to think of it, a while ago he even asked your father for help to get some girl's essay moved to the first day of the college entrance examination... You better keep an eye on her."
Xiao Lanqin remembered what her mother said, but she had no interest in reading newspapers and had never seen one. "Let me look for it. Who is it?" The Xiao family all worked in the propaganda field, and they kept newspapers by issue, so they found it easily after searching through them.
"Great! You're finally paying attention," Xiao's mother said with relief. "I remember it was the third or fourth article on that page. Your father said the girl's overall score was very good. Even if Qiyun didn't say hello to him, she would have been in the newspaper the next day based on her overall ranking."
"Lin Xinghuo..." Xiao Lanqin put down the newspaper: "Mom, don't worry. This is Lin Qiyun who wants to curry favor with Mr. Fang Zhongqin. This time he changed my dormitory for this reason. He moved me to the same room with Lin Xinghuo." Xiao Lanqin curled her lips, took off her shoes and socks, soaked her feet in hot water, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao's mother was just about to persuade her to be sensible and make friends with Lin Xinghuo, which would be a favor to Lin Qiyun, when she heard someone knocking on the door. Xiao's mother raised her voice and asked, "Who is it?" It was neither too early nor too late, it was lunchtime or naptime, who would be so rude to come at this time!
"It's me, Lin Qiyun." Lin Qiyun covered his twitching right eye with his right hand and answered while muttering to himself: "Just show it to you! Grandpa, please be honest. You don't want to be like your great-grandson, do you?" He raised his stiff left hand and let his right eye look at what looked like blood vessels under the skin of his left hand at first glance - only at the wrist of his left hand did he reveal a clue: it was the red thread tied around the wrist that pierced into the flesh, tightly binding the entire left hand under the skin.
Xiao's mother quickly put on a smile and opened the door, and hurriedly asked her daughter to wipe her feet and put on shoes and socks.
Xiao Lanqin's family was a longtime resident of the Imperial City. With many salaried members, they didn't have to squeeze into a crowded tenement or tube-shaped building. Instead, they had their own half courtyard, a typical, traditional quadrangle courtyard carved out from the center. It consisted of two main rooms, three west wing rooms, and four low-slung back rooms. Xiao's father also added two east wings, each only two and a half meters deep, to the east wall, squeezing the courtyard to a narrow strip. But with over ten rooms, it was far better than the four or five people crammed into a twenty or thirty square meter apartment. Xiao Lanqin and her mother had always been proud of their spacious home. Even after returning to the city, Xiao Lanqin's criterion for finding a partner was that theirs couldn't be worse off than hers. Clearly, Lin Qiyun's small, single-family Western-style house fit the bill perfectly.
Not to mention that Lin Qiyun's position was still very high - after the movement, many people who had climbed to high positions were pulled down, but Lin Qiyun stayed put. Although he didn't move up any further, he was only in his early forties and had become a deputy minister. He had a bright future.
Therefore, every time Lin Qiyun came, Xiao's mother was particularly enthusiastic towards this son-in-law who was not much younger than her. She would open cans for him and ask Xiao Lanqin to make tea.
Lin Qiyun's right eye was fixed on Xiao Lanqin, who had taken off her coat and was only wearing a blue jacket and a black skirt. His eyes either fell on Xiao Lanqin's eyebrows or on her figure. When Xiao Lanqin lowered her head and brought over a brand new teacup, Lin Qiyun saw that her little fleshy hands, which were often praised as "lucky hands", looked away with disdain.
"I had a meeting this morning, so I went to work without sending Lanqin back. I was worried about her the whole morning, so I decided to come over and see her now." Lin Qiyun said gently and elegantly.
When Xiao's mother saw Lin Qiyun's gaze constantly following her daughter, her previous concerns vanished. That evening, she even muttered to her daughter that a man's sexual preferences weren't a big deal. On the contrary, as long as Xiao Lanqin could grasp his preferences, she could keep him firmly in her clutches. By then, her son, who was already working, wouldn't be a big deal...
As luck would have it, Lin Xinghuo, who was in the East Garden welcoming Mr. Ning who had finally returned, finally remembered where he had seen a portrait similar to Xiao Lanqin with the old man's "help"!
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The author has something to say: Lin Qiyun’s left hand: his son; Lin Qiyun’s right eye: his grandfather.
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