Chapter 101 I Was Sold by My Sister
Lin Jing enthusiastically pulled the person inside.
“I was just telling Grandma that thanks to my sister, we were able to get these paintings back safely, and then you arrived.”
Tu Yao subconsciously looked at Lin Yue.
After saying that, he turned around, stood in front of several easels, picked up a dry cloth, and began wiping the canvas bit by bit.
Lin Jing smiled and said, "Little sister, you stay with Grandma, Lin Yue and I will get to work first."
Over the years, some of these paintings have been carefully preserved, while others have been left untouched and covered in dust, and need to be cleaned up as soon as possible.
Tu Yao nodded and walked over: "...Grandma, I'm here!"
The ward was unusually quiet with few people today. Grandma Lin seemed much more energetic and was looking at a sunrise painting on the far side.
The painting was contained in a brocade wooden box and stood upright on an easel.
Even with the best mounting, the edges of the paper are slightly yellowed, clearly showing the marks of time.
Compared to other paintings, the painting technique is still a bit immature, but the use of color is bold and gorgeous, with red everywhere.
Tu Yao liked this and leaned over to ask, "Grandma, when did you draw this? It's so beautiful."
Grandma Lin smiled and said softly, "This is a painting I made when I was twenty. My husband walked more than ten kilometers of mountain road to town to buy the paint for me."
"After that, we got together, and this was the first painting I ever did for him."
Tu Yao nodded: "And this one?"
She pointed to the second painting, which featured even more vibrant colors than the first, with large swaths of color intermingling, creating an overwhelming sense of intensity.
Grandma Lin smiled and said, "This one..."
"He died in an accident in the third year, and I can never forget him."
"I couldn't sleep one day, so I painted this picture."
Tu Yao was stunned.
The old man chuckled and said, "Do you find it strange?"
It sounds like a sad story, but it uses such bright colors.
Tu Yao was silent for two seconds, then shook her head: "...It's a happy thing to have someone you miss."
Across from him, Lin Yue paused slightly as he wiped the easel.
Grandma Lin chuckled softly, reaching out her withered hand to touch the girl's ear.
"That's right, that's something to be happy about."
She then described the next eight paintings, each with a story behind it.
The last picture is the simplest, depicting clusters of newly sprouted wildflowers, tender and radiant.
Upon seeing this, Tu Yao suddenly paused in surprise.
Grandma Lin smiled even more broadly, "This painting was done when Xiao Yue first came to our home."
"...Grandma, I'm going out for a bit."
Lin Yue suddenly spoke up, pointing outside: "I've called a car, I'll take the painting home in a bit."
The old man waved his hand: "Go on, go on."
Stepping out of the ward, Lin Yue let out a heavy sigh of relief. Leaning against the wall, he heard the girl in the ward ask softly:
"...Grandma, how did you meet him?"
Grandma Lin seemed to be lost in memories for a moment, "He escaped from a human trafficker."
Tu Yao couldn't help but clench her fists: "...Did he say how he was abducted?"
The old man remained silent for a long while, then frowned and shook his head.
My memory suddenly drifted back to that year.
The little child, not yet seven years old, had a serious face like a little adult and said to her, "Grandma, can you take care of me for a while? I can't go back. My sister sold me."
Grandma Lin didn't quite understand, taking it as innocent childish talk, and patiently asked, "Why would your sister sell you?"
Xiao Linyue shook his head and said calmly, "I don't know, maybe she was also sold by the devil."
Grandma Lin was even more puzzled: "What kind of demon is it?"
Lin Yue: "I'm still young, I don't know, and maybe it's not the devil. I can't think about it anymore, but I can't go back. I'm very sad and I don't want to go back."
...
Grandma Lin smiled faintly and said, "Xiao Yue's world is very small, and the space she gives herself is also small. The framework she sets for herself is only so big."
Tu Yao gazed quietly at the painting before her, a symbol of new life.
He encountered such a kind and gentle old man who was destined to inspire and guide him with his rich and profound life experience, and to embrace and treat him with the most genuine love.
It will fill the void left by the hurt he suffered, and once it's filled, it's very difficult to reopen it.
This is a brand new chapter in his life.
"……grandmother."
Tu Yao hugged her arm and whispered, "You are a very good grandmother."
This helped her understand and let go of why Lin Yue chose to let go...
The old man suddenly seemed a little dazed and shook his head.
“But I haven’t treated them well all these years.”
Over the years, Lin Qiuping stole the paintings time and time again, and she could only watch helplessly as her two children were beaten black and blue in their attempts to get the paintings back.
Initial indulgence, followed by helplessness.
It was all her fault.
Upon hearing this, Lin Jing, who was wiping the easel, stopped what he was doing.
Outside the ward, Lin Yue's eyes also flickered slightly.
Tu Yao remained silent for a while.
“I heard from the director that Lin Jing usually deals in mountain products.”
"Grandma, do they work very hard selling those mountain products?"
The old man's pupils contracted slightly, and before she could answer, Tu Yao nodded to herself.
“It’s very hard, I know. I’ve sold things before. It required carrying a basket on my back and walking a long way. It’s not easy for ordinary people to start a business.”
"Because there are no fixed transportation lines, it is also difficult to find stable sales channels."
At this point, she paused suddenly, tilted her head back, and said softly, "But I heard Lin Jing mention that Lin Qiuping runs a transportation company, is that right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ward fell silent.
With a "bang," Lin Jing's hand suddenly slipped, and he accidentally knocked over an easel. Realizing what had happened, he hurriedly and clumsily picked it up.
"...Oops, oops!"
His voice was choked with sobs.
Grandma Lin's eyes welled up with tears almost instantly, and she slowly sat back down on the hospital bed.
Tu Yao pretended not to see it and continued, "You are sick and cannot do many things or think things through. It's not entirely your fault."
It's a form of leniency, turning a blind eye, but it's also the only option when all else fails.
After saying that, Tu Yao let out a long sigh of relief, stood up, and jumped up and down: "Okay! Grandma, I'm going back now!"
She smiled and said, "You should get some rest."
Tu Yao was startled when she stepped out of the ward.
Lin Yue had been leaning against the wall at some point, silently looking down at her, a fleeting redness welling up in his eyes.
Tu Yao grinned and waved casually, "I'm leaving!"
Lin Jing suddenly chased after her: "...Um, little sister, are you coming again tomorrow? I'd like to invite you to dinner."
Tu Yao was taken aback. Just as she was about to nod, she glanced at Lin Yue, hesitated for a moment, and asked in return:
"...Can I come tomorrow?"
A slightly deep voice immediately followed: "Tomorrow won't work."
Tu Yao blinked, unsurprised...
She concealed the slight disappointment in her eyes and immediately nodded with a smile, "Okay, okay, I'll be going now."
After saying that, he turned and ran.
"etc!"
Tu Yao turned around instantly, her round eyes looking at him with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Lin Yue pursed his lips, as if explaining, "Tomorrow, Lin Jing and I are going to the market to sell goods."
Lin Jing also remembered: "Oh right, I almost forgot, my batch of Schisandra chinensis is almost dried."
Tu Yao suddenly realized, and said "Oh" seriously at the right time, "Oh, I see, then that really won't work!"
Making money is very important!
Tu Yao thought for a moment and then instructed, "Be careful on the road, and have a safe journey!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
But the next second.
"Do you want to come with me?"
Tu Yao was taken aback, slowly turned her head, met his still dark eyes, and blinked: "...Huh?"
Lin Yue said calmly, "Seven o'clock tomorrow morning."
...
Tu Yao walked out of the ward in a daze and couldn't help but tap her forehead.
"...Little Father, did I hear that right?"
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