The wild geese flying south were in pairs, passing through the walls of the tiled house, and a few reeds shone brightly. Liu Lin walked straight into the front yard of the main house and greeted his father. After Mrs. Liu passed away two years ago, Mr. Liu had a stroke in the bed. At that time, he heard his son pushing the door, and glanced at the black eyes, staring straight at the front, and then glanced back.

The girl Du Juan was applying her legs and feet to Mr. Liu with a salt bag. The room was filled with the familiar herbs. Liu Lin held the medicine bowl and scooped the soup with a porcelain spoon to send it to Mr. Liu's mouth. Mr. Liu cooperated to drink a tablespoon of medicine. Liu Lin fed it again, but Mr. Liu turned to the side and refused to drink it again. He had to hold the porcelain spoon and persuaded: "Dad, it's time to take the medicine."

Mr. Liu's body trembled and he curled his lips: "No, don't drink it. It's bitter--" After he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth tilted, and the water immediately dripped.

Liu Lin took the woolen towel and handkerchief of Du Juan and gently tried the corner of Mr. Liu's mouth: "Good medicine is bitter, just take the medicine quickly."

Mr. Liu forced himself to drink the potion and sent it into the gap in his lips. He had something to say, and immediately started to choke: "Customs, goods..."

Du Juan hurriedly put down the salt bag and helped Mr. Liu to keep the tea dealer. The Liu family led the tea dealer. Mr. Liu was bedridden due to illness in the past two years. The business at home was always managed by Liu Lin. In order to make his father feel at ease, he said: "The tea business is still the same, and the tea entries have been taken care of. The rest of the matter is still available. Please rest assured, dad."

After drinking half a bowl of soup, Mr. Liu closed his eyes and grabbed Liu Lin's wrist. He had no strength, and his fingers trembled slightly after a while. He took a long time to say: "I have been in the past few days, I will care about you, brother!"

Liu Lin's face froze, turned to lower his eyes, and slowly spoke: "Brother is a rare rest. It's because he is negligent. I'll tell the butler to pay attention to the care."

Only then did Mr. Liu let go and smiled: "Okay, okay--"

The osmanthus trees in the courtyard are hidden each other, clear and lively, distant and peaceful. In the pavilion by the lake, Shen Jue's hair is tied on the top, his eyebrows and eyes are cold, his long body stands up, and he plays the tunes he has been practicing, allowing the books be read frequently by the autumn wind. The sound of the piano gradually sounds, and Liu Lin huggs Shen Jue's waist with the sound of the piano, and his chin is rubbing on the shoulder. Although the day before yesterday, this person has a strange heart after drinking. Otherwise, how could he have leisure to play the piano at this moment? His sleeves are intertwined, and the silky cloud patterns are constantly on his mind, as if he is full of thoughts. He whispered: "The piano is in power, and everyone is quiet."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Shen Jue brushed off his hand from his waist, which was extremely cold: "Where did you go last night? You were filled with alcohol."

"You make me miss it very much." Liu Lin pinched Shen Jue's jaw and forced Shen Jue to raise his eyes and meet his ambiguous gaze: "Guess Zi Pei?"

Shen Jue turned his head to avoid it, and said unhappily: "I don't have any thoughts."

Liu Lin's smile gradually faded, and he put his hand into Shen Jue's clothes. He heard Shen Jue's breathing stagnated. He said, "That's the thoughtless, how can you be thoughtful?"

The jade stem was as hard as a pestle, and Shen Jue's chest was undulating for several times. He suddenly pushed Liu Lin away and said angrily: "It's so great, can it be reborn?"

"What's wrong?" During the argument, Liu Lin pulled off Shen Jue's belt and lingered under him with unscrupulous eyes: "Zi Pei, don't you like it very much too-" Before he finished speaking, a crisp sound caused numbness on his cheeks.

"Damn it!" Shen Jue raised his hand and trembled slightly, and he shouted angrily: "With both being scarves, how can you and I ignore the principles of nature and human ethics?" After that, he left with his sleeves.
Chapter completed!