Marrying Salted Fish

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Lin Qingyu wanted to mock him, but then he remembered that this person was already dead and they were in a dream, so he swallowed his words and asked the most important question: "What is your name? If you don't tell me, how can I offer sacrifices to you?"

The boy put him back on the bed and knelt on one knee in front of the bed, just like he knelt on one knee in front of the wheelchair that day. "If I can come back, I will tell you. If I don't come back, just pretend that I have never been here."

"No, I want you to tell me now."

The boy ignored him, turned and walked into the night, waving at him with his back turned.

Lin Qingyu wanted to chase after him, but his feet seemed to be rooted and he couldn't move at all.

"River……"

Jiang what?

Lin Qingyu woke up from his dream, only to see that the sky was bright and the room was filled with dim light.

Chapter 40

Lin Qingyu sat quietly on the bed for a long time, unable to distinguish between the dream and the present world. He looked at his hands blankly, as if he could still recall the touch of the boy's lower abdomen, but he could not remember the appearance of the person in the dream.

He only remembered that the man was taller than the Lu Wancheng he was familiar with, more handsome, had a better voice, and could easily pick him up. And... what else?

His memory of the boy seemed to be covered with a veil. No matter how hard he tried, he could only see a vague outline.

Hualu brought him some hot water to wash. He asked, "Did you dream about him last night?"

Hualu's eyes turned red again and she shook her head.

Lin Qingyu slowly closed his palms: "He's back."

"Did the young master say anything to the young master?"

Lin Qingyu smiled: "He is the same as before, not talking about the main business, but just talking about useless nonsense."

He refused to even tell him his name. He is such a beast. He should be hung up and beaten.

But even if it was nonsense, the atmosphere of the dream was still warm enough to make people linger. It was a pity that once you woke up from the dream, everything was gone.

Lin Qingyu began to collect Lu Wancheng's belongings one by one, selecting some as burial objects.

There were too many things, so he asked Hua Lu to sort them out first, picking out the things that Lu Wancheng had used in the past year. The others that were too old could be disposed of at will.

The clothes I wore, the jade crown I wore, the bowls and chopsticks I used, the game of pitching pots I played, the books I read, the birds I played with.

In the first half of the year, Lu Wancheng was not in bad health. He collected a lot of strange things and raised thrushes and starlings. Later, his health gradually deteriorated, and the thrush and starling died of illness. Lu Wancheng personally took care of the two birds' funeral, humming a cheerful song to send them off. He said the song was called "Black Man Carrying a Coffin" and asked him if he wanted to learn it. He could teach him, and when he died, he would let the fierce people play this song on the suona and carry his coffin to send him off.

At that time, I didn't bother to pay attention to Lu Wancheng at all, and let him say some outrageous things in my ear without even wanting to look at him. Fortunately, he had an excellent memory, and even if he didn't pay attention to it at the time, he could still recall a lot of details now.