The young man moved nimbly, dismounted, and ran quickly into General Lin's mansion. The servant at the gate recognized him and, being very familiar with him, did not stop him.
The visitor was none other than Gu Qinghuai.
"Uncle Lin! Xihe!" Gu Qinghuai shouted loudly into the house as he ran.
At that time, Lin Bin was teaching Lin Xihe sword dancing in the backyard. Although Lin Xihe was unwilling, Lin Bin still felt that it would be good to learn some self-defense techniques.
Guided by a servant, Gu Qinghuai arrived at the backyard with practiced ease.
"Uncle Lin, I have news about Zhihao!" Gu Qinghuai said excitedly, stepping forward and shoving a letter into Lin Bin's hand.
Upon hearing this, Lin Bin and Lin Xihe's faces lit up with undisguised surprise and excitement, and they quickly huddled together, eager to read the letter.
At this moment, Gu Qinghuai gently took the sword from Lin Xihe's hand and said tenderly, "You don't need to learn this. I will protect you for the rest of my life."
As Lin Bin opened the letter, he pretended to scold him sternly: "You're already a general, yet you're still so childish. Be more mature!"
“Uncle Lin is right. I’m very mature outside, but in front of Uncle Lin, even if I’m eighty, I’m still a child. Besides, I’m only nineteen!” Gu Qinghuai replied with a smile, then squeezed next to Lin Xihe and quietly took her hand.
Lin Bin unfolded the letter, and as he read it, his hands trembled slightly: "That's right, this is my Hao'er. I knew my Hao'er wasn't dead!"
Lin Xihe stared at the contents of the letter, and tears welled up in her eyes once again uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Gu Qinghuai disregarded Lin Bin's presence and gently wiped away Lin Xihe's tears: "Xihe, since those villagers said they saw a person with a mole on the back of his hand and wearing armor pass by, Hao must still be alive. I will definitely find him for you."
"Mmm..." Lin Xihe cried even harder.
Gu Qinghuai gently pressed Lin Xihe's head against his chest, letting her lean on him and cry.
"What are you doing, you little rascal?" Lin Bin carefully folded the letter, but when he looked up, he saw his daughter being half-embraced and leaning against Gu Qinghuai's chest, and his eyes widened immediately.
"Oh dear! Uncle Lin, I'll come back to propose marriage next year after I win the battle, so please don't glare at me like that." Gu Qinghuai deliberately made a smug face, trying to make the tearful father and daughter laugh.
"You can't take advantage of my daughter. She won't even let me hold her, you brat!" With that, Lin Bin grabbed his sword sheath and pretended to chase after Gu Qinghuai.
"Uncle Lin, don't you feel guilty for hitting me?" Gu Qinghuai shouted as he ran.
"Whether my conscience hurts or not is uncertain, but you're definitely going to get a beating today. We're not even married yet!"
Lin Bin chased after him relentlessly, the scene resembling a father disciplining a disobedient son.
Gu Qinghuai was young and strong, and before long, Lin Bin gradually lost ground.
Gu Qinghuai seized the opportunity and, before Lin Bin could catch up, quickly ran to Lin Xihe's side and gently pecked her cheek.
"Your dad hit me, so I'm collecting some interest!" Lin Xihe had never experienced such an intimate gesture before, and her cheeks instantly turned bright red.
Immediately afterwards, a series of images flashed before my eyes, showing the moments Gu Qinghuai spent with Lin Xihe during those six months.
At that time, Gu Qinghuai was young and innocent, passionate and sincere, like the hottest summer sun, warm and bright, illuminating that period of time.
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