The stand-in is also free and easy

Lin had burns on his second hand, whip wounds on his body, a few bruises on his face from being slapped, and his mouth was soaked in hot pepper water... When the doctor came to see him, he was shocked. frightened.Fortunately, Lin Er's fate was hard enough. Although the doctor took some effort, fortunately, he was rescued smoothly.

Jiang Zhongyu stayed in the small courtyard all day and all night, and when Lin Er's condition stabilized, he went to Jiang Zhenfeng to explain the Kunji branch.

Not long ago, the Kunji branch encountered a group of bandits and rogues who were short-sighted on the way to guard the escort.During the fight between the two sides, the bodyguard of the Kunji Branch hit the leader of the bandit head-on, and the bandit leader was seriously injured and died not long after being rescued by his accomplices.Losing the bandit leader who led the crowd, the remaining bandits embarked on a reckless road of desperation, retaliated against the Kunji branch, and took the opportunity to assassinate the head of the bodyguard and the head of the deputy bodyguard.

At that time, Jiang Zhongyu had just learned what happened and was planning to deal with it.Unexpectedly, A Zhuo suddenly sent an urgent letter, which was related to Lin Er's life and death. Jiang Zhongyu didn't care too much. After visiting the families of the two escorts, he hurriedly left the Kunji branch after making some arrangements. Rush back home without rest.Although he didn't have time to personally lead someone to arrest the murderer to fight for the death of the deceased, Jiang Zhongyu came back early alone. He left all the accompanying staff at the Kunji branch to take care of the follow-up matters, and ordered them not to return to the main office if they could not catch the murderer.

After Jiang Zhenfeng listened carefully, he felt that his son had done a good job overall, and he was not going to scold him again.Just thinking of the accidental and tragic death of the two escort leaders, Jiang Zhenfeng still sighed.

Just when Jiang Zhenfeng was feeling emotional, Jiang Zhongyu said abruptly: "Father, you didn't lie to me, Lord Ling has indeed practiced martial arts."

Jiang Zhenfeng was puzzled: "...Why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

Jiang Zhongyu touched his painful chest, frowned and said, "I only found out a few days ago, and Ah Zhuo told me."

"You were beaten?"

"Yeah. The day before yesterday, I received Lingjun's palm, and I found that his inner strength is very deep."

"Deserved!"

"..."

Jiang Zhongyu's mouth twitched twice.

Jiang Zhenfeng raised his brows coldly: "The old man asked you to try his martial arts at first and you refused, what did you deserve? Now you still expect me to sympathize with you?"

Jiang Zhongyu lowered his eyebrows and asked, "Then why did Lingjun leave?"

"He can't beat me." Speaking of this, Jiang Zhenfeng was very proud, "I told him, if he beats me, I will let him stay and marry you. If he loses, he has to leave immediately. That is He agreed on his own, and he doesn't blame me for bullying the younger."

"So, Lord Ling lost?"

"Of course he lost. It's just that he was so angry that he left without waiting for me to push him out."

Jiang Zhongyu was silent.

in the courtyard.

Lin Er survived the catastrophe, and as soon as he woke up, he put on some clothes, walked out of the house with his shoes on, and sat on the stone platform beside the flower garden in a daze.

He reached out to touch the wilted and dead flower seedlings, and with just a light lift of his hand, the dead flower seedlings were uprooted.Looking carefully, even the roots were scalded... He cried unconsciously, and the crystal clear teardrops hit the ground, moistening a small piece.

"Meow-"

Turning his head following the meowing, Lin Er saw his pink-nosed white cat standing not far away and barking at him.

I haven't washed it for a few days, and the little white cat has turned into a little gray cat. I don't know where it rolled.

Lin Er squeezed his sore throat, unable to speak, he only spread his palms low to guide it over.The little guy obediently walked up to his master, and raised one foot to scratch Lin Er's leg, as if he wanted to climb up.Lin Er picked it up and put it in his arms, and brushed it down habitually.

One person and one cat sat quietly on the edge of the garden for nearly an hour.

"It's cold outside, go back to the house."

Above the head, Jiang Zhongyu's voice suddenly sounded.

Lin Ercai got up halfway, and before he stood up straight, Jiang Zhongyu picked him up, including the cat, and sent them back to the house.

Sitting on the soft and thick bed with Lin Er in his arms, Jiang Zhongyu took the little gray cat in his arms aside, called A Zhuo in loudly, and whispered to him: "Your cat is dirty, I will let it Ah Zhuo washes it and then hugs it."

Lin Er looked at him in surprise, then nodded.

Jiang Zhongyu caressed Lin Er's face, and said worriedly: "The doctor said that your voice may be hoarse for a few days, now...can you speak?"

Lin Er tried again, but couldn't.

Jiang Zhongyu hugged Lin Er tightly: "Then don't force it. Take care of it for a few days, don't worry."

He moved to Lin Er's lips and kissed him soothingly, Jiang Zhongyu continued: "The matter between me and Lingjun is over, and I will treat you wholeheartedly in the future. I will help you plant the destroyed flower seedlings in the flower garden. I will plant as much as you want. I told Azhuo just now that the yard will not be locked in the future. You can take a walk outside the yard and have a look when you are bored. Or, if you don’t want to live anymore Here, then move out to live with me, anyway, we will live together sooner or later. After you take care of yourself, I will take you out of the Escort for a stroll. No matter where you want to go, I will take you there. I will never hold you like I did before..."

Lin Er leaned passively on Jiang Zhongyu's chest, and fell asleep in Jiang Zhongyu's words.Realizing that he had fallen asleep, Jiang Zhongyu hurriedly took off his shoes, pulled the quilt to wrap him up, but still refused to let him lie down, but held him greedily in his arms and refused to let go.

He almost lost Lin Er, and he always has lingering fears lately.

You have to catch people firmly to be at ease.

……

Lin Er just woke up, and A Zhuo brought back the fluffy white cat with a pink nose to him with a smile on his face.

Seeing A Zhuo smiling so happily while hugging the cat, he seems to like this little guy too.

"Hey, I'll go out and buy some dried fish for it later."

A Zhuo is also willing to buy dried fish for the cat.

Lin Er took the cat, was stunned for a moment, and then said two words with difficulty: "Thank you." His voice was very hoarse, and he had to listen hard to hear it clearly.

Can you talk after sleeping?A Zhuo said happily: "Your voice is better?"

Lin Er nodded.

A Zhuo smiled and said, "You should be able to recover in two more days. I'll make you a decoction."

Lin Er said thank you in a subtle way.

Not long after Ah Zhuo left, Jiang Zhongyu came.

Jiang Zhongyu came to apply medicine to Lin Er.Those whip wounds on Lin Er's body must be healed with medicine.If it is not cared for carefully, it will leave scars.With such a perfect body, Jiang Zhongyu is reluctant to let the scar damage its beauty.He cherishes Lin Er, and also cherishes Lin Er's body.

Lin Er listened to Jiang Zhongyu's words, took off his clothes and lay obediently on the bed, letting Jiang Zhongyu apply the medicine to himself.Jiang Zhongyu accidentally brushed across his buttocks, and he immediately tensed up.

Jiang Zhongyu explained: "Don't be afraid, I just apply the medicine for you. I won't do that to you until you recover."

Only then did Lin Er relax.

After Jiang Zhongyu applied the medicine for him, he put on his clothes, got out of bed and found a small box.

Jiang Zhongyu circled him into his arms, stared at the box and asked, "What's in it?"

"Letter from home." Lin Er opened the box.

Looking at the thick stack of envelopes in the box, Jiang Zhongyu's eyes were fixed. ——He handed these envelopes to Lin Er himself.

Lin Dali and Luo Shi would send a letter every once in a while, and he would forward the letter to Lin Er in time every time, but Lin Er never opened it to read it.Whether in front of him or behind his back, Lin Er didn't open the envelope to read the letter from home, let alone reply to the letter at home.

He thought that Lin Er didn't have too much affection for his family, but it turned out...he was wrong.

"Master Jiang, I can't read, can you help me read what is written in the family letter?"

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

Jiang Zhongyu's heart was sour, and he realized that he had ignored this all along.

"Why didn't you let me read it to you earlier?"

"I don't want to trouble you."

"you--"

Jiang Zhongyu was both angry and distressed, Lin Er was too well-behaved.

He took out the first letter from the box and said, "I'll read it to you. I'll read the next one to you, and I'll write a reply letter for you. You can trouble me as you like, and I don't mind your trouble. You Find me if you need anything, you know?"

Lin Er nodded.

After reading more than a dozen letters in one breath, Jiang Zhongyu didn't feel dry mouth at all.It is estimated that there will be another hundred letters, and he will be able to read it patiently.

Listening to Jiang Zhongyu's dictation, Lin Er knew that his father, mother and younger brother had lived a good life in the past two years. They not only moved from the thatched house on the mountainside, but also lived in a big house in the city, living a very happy life.The younger brother learned to walk when he was just over half a year old, and he could speak when he was just over one year old.And last year, my sister also went back home and stayed at home for a few days... Everything was developing in the direction Lin Er envisioned.

"You're homesick, right? You must be thinking too much, otherwise you wouldn't suddenly ask me to help you read the letter." Jiang Zhongyu put down the last letter from home, and rubbed his chin on Lin Er's forehead, "Wait until you recover , I will accompany you back to Yun County to visit relatives."

Lin Er shook his head: "Thank you Mr. Jiang, no need."

"Can't you change your name? How long have we known each other, and you still persist in calling me Mr. Jiang...Is it so strange to you?" Jiang Zhongyu locked his chin and said meaningfully: "Lin Er, I I like you."

Lin Er lowered his eyes and said very apologetically, "I'm sorry, I don't like you."

Jiang Zhongyu: "..."

"You don't like me, then, then you can get well from your illness first, and then slowly try to like me, okay?"

Lin Er hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

Jiang Zhongyu seemed to have taken a reassurance, feeling extremely comfortable inside.

He only thought that Lin Er was stupid by nature, and he was less emotional than ordinary people.And he is willing to wait until the day when Lin Er opens his mind.

"Also, I found that you don't like to smile very much. Why don't you want to smile more?" Jiang Zhongyu pinched Lin Er's face and asked again.

Lin Er replied calmly: "When I was young, I went to school to study for a few days. My husband said that I looked like a fool when I laughed. He hit my palm with a ruler to stop me from laughing. My parents also thought I was silly when I laughed. I don't want to laugh in front of outsiders, it will attract people's dislike."

For a long time, Lin Er didn't like to laugh because of this?Jiang Zhongyu was on fire: "Nonsense! You look good when you smile, and you have stars in your eyes."

"I like seeing you smile the most. Will you smile at me more in the future?" Jiang Zhongyu's face was full of enthusiasm.

Lin Er still nodded in response, and immediately showed him a smiling face, and gave him two star eyes.

Jiang Zhongyu enjoyed it very much, he was so excited that he didn't recover for a while, and the sweet taste soaked into his heart.

He and Lin Er seem to have just started.

After having dinner with Lin Er, Jiang Zhongyu left.

Night falls.

The courtyard was lit with fire, and the light was dim.Lin Er lit a pot of fire, put the family letters accumulated in the past two years into it one by one, and burned them.

"Meow~" The pink-nosed little white cat squatting by the brazier realized that its owner was smoothing its fur, and turned its head to call Lin Er.

Lin Er looked up at the deep night sky, and then lowered his head to focus on the fiery brazier. He kept smoothing his hair with his hands, and seemed to be talking to himself: "I died once. I died unwillingly last time. Satisfied for the first time."

Across a wall, he could smell something burning, so A Zhuo pushed open a door and walked into the yard.

"Mr. Lin, what are you burning?" A Zhuo asked casually.

"Burning the letter paper." Lin Er replied, and then asked: "It's so late, why did you return it, Ah Zhuo?"

A Zhuo smiled and handed a package of things to Lin Er: "Little Yugan, I'll feed you the cat."

Lin Er was slightly taken aback, A Zhuo was fond of kittens.He put the dried fish aside and looked at A Zhuo who couldn't leave the cat.

"A Zhuo, do you like this cat? Here it is for you."

"Ah?! You don't like it?" Zhuo was surprised.

Lin Er bluntly said: "I don't want to raise it anymore."

A Zhuo was itchy and contradictory: "You always wash it clean, I'm afraid that if it comes to me, I will keep it dirty."

Lin Er didn't expect much: "You just need to feed it, and you don't need to wash it frequently."

A Zhuo thought for a long time, and then said: "Then I will help you raise it first, and when you want to go back, I will return it to you."

Lin Er nodded his head: "Yes."

The two chatted for a while, and A Zhuo took the pink-nosed white cat away.

Lin Er was the only one left in the whole yard.

The next morning.

Jiang Zhongyu just got up, and as soon as he walked out of the room, he saw A Zhuo standing outside holding Lin Er's cat. He felt strange and asked, "Why is this little wild cat here with you? Are you thinking about Lin Er's cat?"

A Zhuo hurriedly defended: "No, Mr. Lin, he doesn't want to raise it anymore, so he gave it to me."

Jiang Zhongyu's eyes narrowed: "...I don't want to raise it, so give it to you?"

Lin Er has been too abnormal recently.

The more Jiang Zhongyu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, his heart shrunk into a ball, and he ran to the small courtyard immediately.

But when he rushed into Lin Er's room, he only saw a cold corpse.

There was a large puddle of coagulated blood on the ground in front of the bed, and a severed wrist hung down.

Lin Er, dead.

Jiang Zhongyu sat on the edge of the bed with red eyes, his voice trembling: "Lin Er..."

"No..." Knowing that he had been in hell for a long time, Jiang Zhongyu took out a handkerchief to wrap the wound on Lin Er's wrist, as if this would bring Lin Er back to life.

He pressed Lin Er's shoulder and shook violently: "Wake up, wake up!"

The dead man was silent, and the crystal bell around his neck was jingling.

Jiang Zhongyu immediately collapsed, hugged Lin Er and put him in his arms, weeping uncontrollably: "You just promised to like me slowly yesterday, you liar! How can you learn to lie!"

A Zhuo stood aside in a daze, his mouth opened wide in astonishment, unable to utter a word of explanation.Because even he couldn't figure out what state Lin Er was in when he died, and couldn't comfort Jiang Zhongyu.

Jiang Zhongyu cried and shouted until he was hoarse.

"Why on earth are you..."

Jiang Zhongyu really didn't understand why Lin Er committed suicide.

So is Azhuo.

Immersed in the grief of losing Lin Er, Jiang Zhongyu stayed at home for a long time, living in a small courtyard and planting flowers for three months.

Only now did he realize that Lin Er didn't like growing flowers, but was extremely bored and passed the time.

It's not that Lin Er likes keeping cats, he's just lonely and wants to find a companion.

In the past, every time he came back to the small courtyard, he had only one purpose: to sleep in Lin Er.Come in a hurry and go in a hurry.To put it bluntly, he just put on his pants and left.What kind of existence Lin Er was to him at that time, he knew it well.Why has he ever spent a moment with Lin Er attentively?

The more Jiang Zhongyu thought about it, the more he regretted it.

Lin Er has a gentle temper and a simple and pure mind, but he has a cold nature and doesn't care about love affairs at all.

It's also his fault that he put his posture too high at the beginning, Lin Er is destined not to have feelings for him.

To this day, he still can't figure out exactly why Lin Er died.

But the only thing he could be sure of was that Lin Er had no worries when he left, and died cleanly, without caring about his feelings at all.

He is obviously a stand-in, but he lives more freely than anyone else.

Lin Er was completely freed, but he was getting deeper and deeper.

The author has something to say:

The three short stories are all over here, thank you friends who insist on reading here!

Some people may wonder why I posted all the chapters in one go. In fact... For me, writing is a happy thing, but posting is a torment.Because the writing of the article is led by oneself, and everything after the article is published is decided by the reader.Ever since I posted the article, I have been very nervous. I would wake up in the middle of the night every day, and I couldn’t fall back asleep again... There is a saying called early death and early death, and the sooner the end, the sooner I relax.

There are a total of four articles in the series of short stories: "The Emperor's Crazy and Stupid Wife", "Yu Tian", "Stand-Ins Are Free and Easy", and "Hitting a Noble Man". Among them, "Hitting a Noble Man" has not been finished yet, but there is only one ending left. Its word count is the most among several short stories, and it may exceed 10 words, so it can be considered a medium-length story.I don’t have a novel, so I dare not write a novel for the time being.

My writing speed is very slow. It took about three months to write these four stories, and I also know that the writing is very bad, so that I don’t have the courage to send out a story immediately, and it has been stored in the computer. , I didn't encourage myself to send them out until I saved several articles to meet the sun.

A long time ago, I once wrote an old saying of nearly 40 words here. I applied for a visa once in the process of filling in the pit, but was rejected without any accident. I have never dared to apply again since then. .At that time, I realized that I was indeed too bad. At the end of this article of about 40 words, I didn’t have any collections. I really didn’t have any collections. It was obviously my own problem.Not only writing, but my ability in all aspects is very poor, and I often doubt myself.

Before I came to Jinjiang to write articles, I browsed some experience posts and learned some tips. For example, the number of words in each chapter should be 3000+, which is conducive to newcomers climbing the list, so I am trying to make up 3000 words At the same time, it is also necessary to control it so that it does not exceed the word count to 4000 or more.Another example is typesetting, some write a few paragraphs with a blank line, and some write a paragraph with a blank line. I have tried both, and I feel that the first is more laborious, and the second is easier... When others are designing the plot and rhythm Sometimes, I was desperately struggling with word count and typography, and this is the gap.When you bore yourself to death, the word count and layout will be much more casual.Then I began to urge myself to do some things that are really useful for writing, such as reading dictionaries to accumulate vocabulary, reading books to take notes, watching various documentaries...but it still seems that there is no progress.I can't see hope, and my heart is very slim.

In fact, I just want to say that the articles I write are ugly, and I always do useless work.If I didn't post all these articles during the new promotion period, no one would read them after the new promotion list.I feel a little pity for myself.

If one day I can improve my writing skills and write satisfactory works, I will never dislike the stories I have written now.

Because they are the things that I, at this stage, try my best to write.

If there is a destiny, if there is still a possibility... we will see you in the next book!