You are my golden finger

Time flies, and the days pass by quickly in busyness.

She taught the girls who were going to the store how to treat people, their manners, makeup, and skills; she led He Qiumei and others to sort the herbs, crush them, grind them, and mix them; she also took time to follow up on the progress of the store's renovation and to see Mrs. Wu. Lin Xijin was also very busy.

Finally the shop was renovated and the opening date was chosen.

Mrs. Wu has good connections and invited many ladies and young ladies to attend the opening ceremony.

As the sound of firecrackers rang out, Shangguan Rui removed the red cloth covering the shop sign, revealing the four large characters "Wulin Beauty". These large characters were written by Master Lin with extraordinary skill.

Lin Xijin, Madam Wu, and Old Madam Shangguan picked up the scissors and cut the ribbon.

The gongs and drums were beating loudly, and the lions were leaping around, it was a very lively scene.

In the first three days of opening, the shop offered free facial cleansing and a free application of maintenance mud, which attracted many customers. There were too many people, so Lin Xijin, Chuntao, and Qiuyan had to help. Madam Wu and Shangguan Rui's sister Shangguan Qing also helped to greet the customers.

Lin Xijin had thought that she would be away from Kyoto for a long time and would not be able to manage the store herself, so she gave 10% of the profit to Shangguan Rui's grandmother. She asked her to send a smart and experienced accountant to the store to help with the accounting, and of course to supervise the store, so as to avoid any problems in the store that she would not know about. The old lady happily agreed.

After noon, fewer people came to the store. The products in the counter were basically sold out and they would have to be restocked tomorrow.

Lin Xijin asked Chuntao to stay and took Qiuyan and Shangguan Qing back home.

She originally wanted to send Shangguan Qing back to the Anguo Mansion, but Shangguan Qing said he wanted to go back with her to help prepare the goods. Although Lin Xijin didn't need it, she couldn't refuse.

After much difficulty, he persuaded Shangguan Qing to rest. He asked Qiuyan to take Shangguan Qing to the guest room, and he went straight into the pharmacy, counted the remaining cosmeceuticals, and replenished a batch before going downstairs to rest for a while.

In the evening, Shangguan Rui came to the mansion again on the pretext of picking up his sister and had some food and drinks. After the two siblings had eaten and drunk their fill, they said goodbye and left contentedly.

As the night deepened, the lights in Kyoto gradually went out.

Legends are always somewhat true, and chivalrous people always like to sit on treetops or rooftops. Here, Lin Xijin sat on a high rooftop under the moonlight in mid-April, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

The moon was bright and the figure was vague. With long hair, a delicate face and a slender figure, she looked like a fairy from heaven who had been banished to the mortal world.

But there was a hint of loneliness on his face as he looked up at the moon.

A faint sound of a flute came in, seemingly intermittent. As if possessed by a ghost, Lin Xijin stood up and followed the sound, leaping a few times on the roof before disappearing into the night.

The sound of the flute came closer, like wisps of silk, stretching endlessly. It brushed across the deep night sky, entwined with the night clouds, the dense buildings of Kyoto, and the swaying treetops... It seemed to be humming, and it seemed to be telling a story, soft and affectionate, telling a long and vicissitudes of life legend.

Lin Xijin came to an old tree, hiding in the lush leaves. The layers of leaves and interlaced shadows covered her perfectly. She thought she was hiding well, so she leaned against the tree trunk and looked around leisurely. She found a tall and graceful man in a moon-white robe on the roof not far away, playing the flute attentively.

The moonlight was like a weave. The moonlight added a little softness to the cold and hard lines of this man, his face was like jade, his skin was like cream, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

The worst thing is that he actually knew this person. He was Murong Xu, one of the people he had rescued!

Oh my god! Someone give me some noodles. I might as well hang myself on this tree.

After the song was over, the sound of the flute did not rise again for a long time. Lin Xijin held her breath, waiting for the other party to leave, but the other party did not move at all.

Lin Xijin was afraid of accidents, so she quietly observed the surrounding terrain.

It is obvious that this is definitely a large private garden of a wealthy family. It has ancient pines, rockeries, ponds, curved pools, galleries, pavilions and towers. Everywhere you look is a painting, and every step brings you a beautiful view.

"Have you seen enough? Now that you are here, why don't you show up?" After a long time, Murong Xu's magnetic voice sounded.

Lin Xijin had no choice but to show her face and said with a wry smile, "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I was just attracted by your flute music and forgot about the sound and came here. Sorry for bothering you, bye!"

He clasped his fists and bowed, then took a deep breath, turned around and fled in a panic.

Behind him, the boy saw Lin Xijin's petite and lively figure, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he smiled evilly, and his mood inexplicably improved.

After running for a long time, Lin Xijin stopped when there was no sound of pursuit. She patted her chest, feeling a little frustrated about why she ran away. Could it be that an old woman over a hundred years old couldn't handle a boy of eighteen or nineteen?

When I got home, I felt an inexplicable depression in my heart that I couldn't get rid of. So I sneaked into the space and turned into a workaholic. After one night, the warehouse was filled with pills and pharmaceutical cosmetics.