Chapter 59 Lu Hun stroked the edge of the cloak…
Lu Hun stroked the hem of his cloak, his eyes lowered as he walked back to his room. His heart was filled with ripples because of Wei Yin's decision to divorce her husband that night. He tried his best to control his pace as he walked forward.
Back in his room, he sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly pulled something out from his chest. The thing was carefully wrapped in an old handkerchief.
Inside was a silver hairpin engraved with locust blossoms, which looked somewhat faded, suggesting it was from many years ago.
He held the hairpin, sitting alone by the bed.
This hairpin was carved by his own hand before his death; it was a gift he wanted to give to Wei Yin for her sixteenth birthday.
The silver for making the hairpin was saved up by Lu Hun after he finished school every day. He worked for half a year to earn the money, and then he pestered the silversmith to teach him how to make a hairpin.
He was lonely all his life, only knowing how to read and serve his grandmother. He had no particular favorite things. However, since he often sat under the locust tree in his home to read since childhood, he had a certain fondness for locust flowers, so he made the hairpin in the shape of a locust flower.
He wanted to give the only thing that brought him joy in his life to the person he loved most.
He remembered that day when he finally finished making the hairpin on Wei Yin's sixteenth birthday. So he arrived at the school early, waiting for the opportunity to give it to Wei Yin. Wei Yin also arrived exceptionally early that day. However, Lu Hun was young and felt ashamed. Wei Yin came from an official family and even had pearl hairpins, jade hairpins, and glass hairpins. Compared to her gorgeous jewelry, his silver hairpin looked dull and lackluster.
Lu Hun's hands were sweating from gripping the silver hairpin so tightly, but he still didn't dare to take it out.
But on this day, fate smiled upon him, and Wei Yin actually spoke to him. Seeing that he was eating cold steamed buns and drinking water for breakfast again, she kindly shared the pastries she had brought with him.
Lu Hun's heart pounded like a drum. He wanted to take the opportunity to give away the silver hairpin, but because of his father's unpredictable treatment since childhood, his emotions were sometimes strange and out of control. Before he could even realize what was happening, he found that he had accidentally swept the pastries that Wei Yin had kindly handed him onto the ground.
He panicked completely.
He knew his strangeness had frightened her, so he dared not say a word, much less give her the hairpin, and fled the school in embarrassment.
Therefore, Lu Hun never had the courage to deliver the silver hairpin to Wei Yin until his death.
Later, even though the two became closer, she was already married and had a husband, so he was no longer entitled to give her gifts.
But now.
Sister Wei said that she and He Wenqing are getting a divorce...
But the next moment, when Lu Hun noticed the ghostly scar on his palm, he instantly sobered up. He pursed his lips and slowly tucked the hairpin back into his sleeve.
The next day, Lu Hun got out of bed and learned from the maid who brought him food that Wei Yin had caught a cold.
She must have been out looking for him late last night when she caught a chill from the wind.
When Lu Hun arrived, Wei Yin had just finished breakfast. Granny Liu was holding a bowl of medicine and coaxing her to drink it. Wei Yin was spoiled by her father and always hated bitter medicine. She often had to be coaxed to drink it. No matter how Granny Liu persuaded her, she was unwilling.
Granny Liu was completely unaware of what happened last night. When she saw Lu Hun arrive, she was secretly pleased and said, "Young Master, it's just in time for you to come. The young mistress is sick and refuses to drink because she thinks it's too bitter. Usually, it's the young master who coaxes her to drink. Could you try to persuade her? If it really doesn't work, I'll go find the young master."
Lu Hun studied at the Wei family academy since childhood and knew about Wei Yin's problem: he would only drink after being coaxed by Wei's father.
Without saying a word, he took the scalding hot medicine bowl from Granny Liu's hands.
Wei Yin avoided the smell of medicine and waved her hand, "Put it down, I'll drink it later."
"Sister Wei, you should drink the medicine while it's hot." Lu Hun scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down a bit, and then put it to Wei Yin's lips.
Wei Yin shook her head.
Lu Hun was neither in a hurry nor did he try to persuade her. He simply continued feeding her, staring at her intently and seriously for what seemed like half an incense stick's time.
At first, Wei Yin ignored him and picked up a book to read. After a while, she felt uncomfortable with his behavior and saw that he had no intention of giving up. It was as if he would keep serving her until the end of time as long as she refused to drink.
She had no choice but to swallow the food bit by bit, using his hand as a guide.
This was the scene that He Wenqing saw when he arrived.
Wei Yin wanted a divorce last night. He Wenqing was unwilling to come, but he was also unwilling to give up. He thought that he usually coaxed Wei Yin to drink her medicine, so he thought he could take the opportunity of feeding her medicine to try to change her mind a little.
Who knew that before the divorce was even finalized, someone else had already taken care of it for him.
And they did it so blatantly.
He leaned against the door, sneering as he glanced at Lu Hun, his eyes gleaming with icy malice. Just as Lu Hun was about to take out a handkerchief to wipe Wei Yin's mouth, He Wenqing could no longer bear it. He strode over and swept the empty bowl from Lu Hun's hand onto the ground.
"You shameless bastard, I haven't even divorced her yet, what's your hurry? Who are you to fawn over me?!"
The broken porcelain shards landed right at Wei Yin's feet.
Lu Hun stared blankly at He Wenqing, who had suddenly appeared. He frowned, glanced back at Wei Yin, and finally said nothing. He just squatted down to pick up the broken bowl at her feet.
Lu Hun was suddenly subjected to a barrage of insults. Wei Yin laughed in anger. After she and He Wenqing had a falling out yesterday, she no longer gave him any face and retorted mercilessly, "He Wenqing, if you're out of your mind, go see a doctor."
He Wenqing never expected to be insulted by his wife like this before. He was so angry that he was panting, but he couldn't insult her back. Seeing that Lu Hun was still picking up the porcelain shards on the ground, he kicked her hard.
Caught off guard, Lu Hun bent his knees and landed squarely on the broken bowl.
I was immediately cut.
When Wei Yin saw that Lu Hun was injured, she completely lost her temper with He Wenqing and picked up the teacup in front of her, smashing it in He Wenqing's face.
He Wenqing covered her forehead, "How dare you smash your husband?!"
Wei Yin was about to pick up another bowl to smash when Lu Hun stopped her. He didn't care at all that he had cut his hand on the broken bowl. Seeing Wei Yin and He Wenqing fighting, he was afraid that she would hurt herself, so he shook his head and stopped her, saying, "Sister Wei, I'm fine. It's just a small injury. There's no need to get angry with Lord He over such a small injury."
"Are you just going to let him treat you like this?" Wei Yin sighed.
Lu Hun said calmly, "Give me the teacup."
Wei Yin then let it go.
He Wenqing became even angrier.
He stared at them intently for a while, but neither of them paid any attention to him, acting as if he didn't exist. Knowing that staying any longer would only make him lose face, He Wenqing angrily turned and left.
Wei Yin grasped Lu Hun's cut hand, "Does it hurt?"
Lu Hun shook his head, "Sister Wei, I don't have the five senses, so I don't know what cold, heat, or pain are. This wasn't cut by Po Jun, so it will heal in a short time."
But in the end, blood was still drawn.
Wei Yin sighed, took out a handkerchief and tied his hand shut to stop the black blood from flowing.
"I'll have someone bring you some food later so you can nourish yourself."
"good."
After bandaging Lu Hun's wound, Wei Yin noticed a package at his feet. "What's this?"
Lu Hun noticed that it was a silver hairpin hidden in his sleeve.
Perhaps He Wenqing had kicked him earlier, causing him to stumble and drop the hairpin.
Lu Hun instinctively reached out to pick it up, but Wei Yin took it first.
Wei Yin saw that it was a silver hairpin, and it was in the shape of a locust flower, a style rarely used on hairpins.
"Is this your hairpin?" she asked.
Lu Hun hesitated, but he still didn't have the courage to say that it was for her. Seeing his silence, Wei Yin deliberately asked, "Is it for the young lady?"
“Of course not,” Lu Hun said helplessly. “It belongs to my mother.”
Upon hearing this, Wei Yin straightened her expression and returned the hairpin to him.
Lu Hun paused, clutching the hairpin, then suddenly raised his hand, pressed down on Wei Yin's shoulder, and without allowing her to dodge, inserted the silver hairpin with the locust flower into her hair.
Wei Yin looked up. After inserting the hairpin into her hair, the young man left her room without saying a word, his lips pursed, just like his eccentric nature.
She stared at Lu Hun's retreating figure, then absentmindedly touched the silver hairpin in her hair.
In a room where I am alone.
After putting the silver hairpin in Wei Yin's hair, Lu Hun didn't dare to look at her again and immediately returned to his room.
But at least this time, he personally put the hairpin in her hair.
Lu Hun had no more regrets.
He felt more relaxed than ever before, and the gloom that had accompanied him for years seemed to have been greatly reduced by what had just happened. He bent over, looked at his clenched hand, and for the first time, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile.
But he stopped it in no time.
The maidservant had Wei Yin bring over food and a pot of wine made with honey.
Lu Hun unwrapped the handkerchief in his hand, closed his eyes, lowered his head, and quietly savored the food and drink on the table.
As he consumed alcohol and food, the cuts on his palms healed at a visible speed until they were completely restored.
But he didn't notice at all that a figure was standing by the door, who had already seen the whole scene. The person staggered and was startled, but then he reacted quickly and held onto the wall tightly to keep from making a sound.
This person is He Wenqing.
He Wenqing stared in shock at Lu Hun, who was consuming food and alcohol. His recently cut wound was healing rapidly.
this……
This is absolutely beyond human capability.
He Wenqing dared not make a sound. He calmed himself down and barely managed to suppress the trembling in his heart. Then, before Lu Hun noticed, he quietly left the place.
His mind was blank, he couldn't remember anything, and he walked briskly towards the study. He didn't even bother to acknowledge the nanny who greeted him when she passed by Madam He.
After he slumped down behind the desk, it took him a long time to gradually regain his senses.
He was unwilling to divorce Wei Yin, but he couldn't do anything about her. He wanted Lu Hun to leave the He family on his own initiative and stop interfering in their marriage.
He Wenqing never expected that he would witness such a scene.
That scene...
He witnessed Lu Hun not eating with chopsticks like a human, but instead closing his eyes and inhaling through his nose, as wisps of food escaped from the food and entered his body.
Then, his wound healed!
He Wenqing didn't believe in any of this; he would never have believed it even if you beat him to death.
But I witnessed such a bizarre scene.
A shocking and revolutionary idea flashed into his mind in an instant.
This boy named Lu Hun, this sixteen-year-old boy with an ambiguous relationship with Wei Yin, he is not human at all!
He Wenqing forced his eyes open, his face filled with astonishment, as if even he himself could not believe such an absurd thing.
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