But whenever Yan Zi asked, Qin He always found a way to avoid the topic.

On that day, Qin He rode a motorcycle and drove towards Hujia Village alone. He was going to meet his third uncle, and then look at where he came and see his experience in the past two years.

With the popularity of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", Lin Yiqing, a writer, finally appeared on a People's Daily, becoming a phenomenal writer, and his fame soared.

As his fame soared, Lin Yiqing's other science fiction novel Three-Body Series was also hyped by booksellers. Moreover, the book itself is indeed classic. Soon some authors who like "Things in the Ming Dynasty" also bought the Three-Body Series.

The Three-Body Body Series did not disappoint them. With the pursuit of some elites, the Three-Body Body Series began to gradually enter Xinhua Bookstore and some school library. Lin Yiqing's fame slowly fermented again and finally fulfilled the last wish of a great writer.

Qin He didn't have the idea of ​​writing his last work. He didn't sign the sale last month. He just wanted to go home quietly, spend two months with the children, and then leave quietly.

It was the season for harvesting rice. When Qin He came to Hujia Village, he saw Uncle San and Aunt San bent over and harvesting rice in the fields on the road. Although Hu Xingwang had told them many times not to farm again, they still planted fields and vegetables.

It’s not so easy to change a lifelong habit.

Qin He parked his motorcycle on the side of the road, and also went to the field barefoot, took Aunt San's sickle, and began to cut rice side by side with Uncle San.

Sweat quickly wet the collar, and the little bugs jumped around on their shoulders, and soon they became red and swollen.

"Yiqing, you should eat more, why do I feel like you are getting thinner and thinner?"

"Where is it? Uncle San, I can eat three bowls of rice in one meal, how can I lose weight?"

Uncle San was chatting with Qin He while cutting rice. Uncle San was like an elder, talking a lot, while Qin He wiped his sweat and listened with a smile.

Although he has only been in this world for more than two years, he has experienced some things in his life that he has never experienced before. Here, he has experienced hunger and poverty, and has also experienced overnight fame, the happiness brought by money, and the responsibility and reluctance brought by his family.

Everything has its beginning and end. After all, I am not a person from this world. All this is just a experience on behalf of Lin Yiqing. Perhaps this is Lin Yiqing's regret.

After working hard all morning, Qin He had lunch at his third uncle's house. Although Hu Xingwang gave his parents several hundred yuan a month, Uncle San's family was still very safe. Three dishes and one soup were simple, and Qin He ate very freely.

After helping Uncle San for 4:30 pm, Qin He dragged his tired body and opened the door of the old house of the Lin family with the key.

After more than a year, the roof was leaking and no one repaired it. Qin He walked in barefoot and looked at the dilapidated dining table in the living room. The past still appeared in his mind.

On countless nights, I and a few children surrounded this dining table, eating sweet potatoes and rice porridge. The children surrounded the table and wrote homework under the kerosene lamp. Yan Zi explained math problems to Lin Yifeng. Lin Qing pointed to Lin Jun's question and said that the question was wrong.

As soon as I opened my eyes, only the kerosene lamp on the dining table was covered with spider webs.

Qin He walked into his bedroom and saw a few drafts on the desk, which were the manuscripts he wrote for several magazines.

Qin He smiled knowingly and put down the manuscript.

Looking at the bed covered with spider webs, Qin He couldn't help but feel emotion as he thought about the days when he was lying on it as a vegetative person.

Suddenly, he remembered something and bent down and pulled out a large box from under the bed.

After opening the box, a box of paper, the top paper, and the traces of insect bites, Qin He picked it up and looked at it with some distress.

He had never carefully read some of the things written by the real Lin Yiqing, and Qin He carefully looked at the words on the paper in the box.

Suddenly, Qin He discovered something very interesting. Most of the words on these papers seemed to be drafts, some names of people and place names, and some historical figures introduced. In short, they were written very messy, like drafts.

Suddenly, Qin He saw a small box inside the big wooden box. Qin He suddenly remembered that he had never opened the small box.

Qin He suddenly became a little curious, so he found a brick, knocked on the small iron lock on it, and opened it.

Open the small box, and it was neatly arranged inside, and a thick stack of manuscripts appeared in front of Qin He.

Qin He carefully took out the manuscript, which was very thick. Judging from the handwriting and paper, the manuscript in this small box had at least millions of words.

The manuscript has been sorted out, and four big words are written on the cover of the first page.

"Yesterday's past"

Qin He was a little curious and looked at the name, like the name of a novel. Qin He took the manuscript to the desk. Anyway, he was very dirty, so it didn't matter. He moved a chair and sat down. He opened the first page of the manuscript and started reading.

"In the spring of 1877, in the alley of the alley in the capital city, a bare little bald head stretched out half of his head from the alley..."

Qin He unknowingly forgot the time and where he was. It was not until the sky outside gradually darkened that Qin He suddenly woke up where he was. He quickly packed up his manuscript, brought a small box, and carried it away from the earthen house.

After locking the door again, Qin He looked back at the earthy house and couldn't help but sigh. This might be the last time he has been here.

Qin He rode a motorcycle and drove towards the town. The small box was tied to the back with a belt. Qin He looked back at the small box, and couldn't help but look solemn.

In the small box, it was indeed a novel, and it was written by the real Lin Yiqing, a novel he wrote for seven years.

After Lin Yiqing graduated from junior high school, he planned to write a novel, and it was written with his own outsider, the Lin family.

This novel begins from the perspective of a child from a poor family named Lin in the late Qing Dynasty. The child is named Lin Fusheng, who is the ninth son of the family. He has six brothers and two sisters. When he was born, only two of his six brothers were left, and the two sisters were sold to other families as maids. As for the reason, it is just one word, "poor!"

Lin Yiqing's writing is very concise and describes poverty vividly, as if he has also incorporated his own real experiences.

Due to time constraints, Qin He didn't read it anymore. When he returned to the town, Qin He took a shower, lay on the bed, and began to savor this novel written by Lin Yiqing.

This novel, from the tragic experience of Lin Fusheng when he was a child, encountered the struggle and luck of his youth, gradually gained a foothold in troubled times, and finally became a giant businessman with a group of wives and children.

When Qin He saw this, he felt a little moved and thought it was almost over, but after reading the manuscript, he realized that it seemed that it was not one quarter of it.

It took Qin He a full week to finish reading Lin Yiqing's novel. It was not until he saw the end that Qin He felt empty in his heart.

The ending of this novel is a sad ending, because Lin Yiqing wrote his family in it. This book tells the story of the ups and downs of the Lin family over the past century. When Lin Yiqing's father's generation was Lin Fusheng's great-grandson.

Why did Lin Yiqing's father settle in this remote mountain village? This was another sad life experience. Lin's father once had a prominent family and identity, but in the end he ended with a mine accident. Lin's father's death also became the end of the book. Because of all the efforts and struggles of several generations in the book, Lin's father fell into the mine accident, it was completely destroyed when Lin's father fell into the mine accident.

The whole book has sorrow, joy, struggle, and life, which makes Qin He suspect that this is the fact, but how could Lin Yiqing, a young man, know his family history?

Maybe there are real or fake things in it, or maybe it is all a story that Lin Yiqing imagined in a difficult life.

But Qin He has to admit that this story is very awesome. This novel is no less than any classic novel. Even used to adapt a TV series, it will definitely become a hit.

Looking at the manuscript in his hand, Qin He couldn't help but fall into thinking. Is this his last work?

Ten days, the last time I am in this world is only ten days!
Chapter completed!