Chapter 204: Receiving letter

Lin Chaoxi was suddenly cold, and for a moment he felt that the night was dark and the bottom was dark.
Lao Lin was sitting on the stone bench, and the expression of smoking was still peaceful. He did not show too much sorrow. Lin Xing's heart gradually warmed up.
Lao Lin said that the old friend who knows should only be an old friend who knows, and the mother of Yu is obviously not here.
At the same time, she silently on the list of hearts, temporarily deducted the title of grandparents, grandparents.
"Who is the dead old man?" She sat down across the old forest and asked.
Lao Lin cast a slap in her, meaning that your question today seems to be a bit too much.
"Ah, are you hungry? I am going to give you a bowl of noodles?"
Lin Chaoxi said that he stood up and stood up. If Lao Lin was unwilling to answer, she certainly would not ask.
"The guardian of the previous school."
Lin Chaoxi was very surprised: "The grandfather of the school guard?"
"When I was studying, I worked hard to drop out of school. I was responsible for sending and receiving letters in the guard room. The conditions were not good at that time. The old man occasionally stuffed me with a hoe. The winter guard room was very cold, but when I was there, he gave birth to a stove and took me to the fire. It was a good People."
Lao Lin simply described his past with the old man. Lin was quietly sitting across the stone table.
He recalled a brief, after the completion of the winter night, he fell into a lot of silence.
Lin Zhaoxi can feel the emotions of Laolin, sadness, nostalgia, and unspeakable deep thoughts. But she did not know what Lao Lin was thinking, and it was even more unclear why this passage would let Lao Lin smoke one by one.
They were relatively silent, until the cold wind made her sneeze.
"It’s cold, go back to your own room," said Lao Lin.
"Then you are alone."
Lin Chaoxi stood up and listened.
Lao Lin looked up: "I will go to Yongchuan in a few days."
In the darkness, all the nights are silent. Lin Zhaoxi thought of the phone call of the flower roll and turned to ask: "Will you go to the memorial service of the grandfather?"
"My son's son gave me a call. When he packed up his father's relics, he found that he wrote a letter to me and sent it to me. But I think it is not easy for my father to write a letter to me. I still Go get it yourself."
"When are you going? Can you bring me with me?" Lin Xiangxi thought about it and tried to ask.
"Yongchuan's habit is tomorrow's memorial service, but my things have not been finished yet, and you are not physically relieved of your body. So I talked to him, and next Sunday, the old man's head seven, I just went.

"Well, when will you take me with me?"
"can."
When I heard Lao Lin’s answer, Lin sighed with a sigh of relief, and the big stone in my heart seemed to have put another piece down.
She just wanted to talk about the mother of her mother, and it was almost at this time that she had a timetable flashed in her mind.
She recently lived with her fingers every day, and instantly reflected when it was next Sunday.
On December 21, Lao Lin was on the day of the car accident.
The great destiny falls from the sky in the dark, with a will to defy.
If Lin Xixi was struck by lightning, he didn't even know what it was.
She is very sure that the old forest in the real world was sent to the hospital in a peaceful fainting, so he thought that the location of his car accident should happen in peace.
But Yongchuan
She never thought that Laolin would plan to go to Yongchuan on the 12.21.
Lin Chaoxi’s brain is running fast, recalling the past in the real world.
It seems that in the winter of her last high school, it was also because of coughing for a long time, the feeling of tearing heart is still fresh.
Then in the real world, Lao Lin did suspend Yongchuan for her physical reasons, and chose the day of No. 12.21.
Thinking slipped into the dark abyss, Lin Zhaoxi could not contain another possibility.
The car accident itself happened in Yongchuan. This is why Chen Zhu’s father did not investigate the scene of the old forest accident.
She felt that she was all cool.
I hope that I will write down e=mc^2 now. Go back and ask the old forest of Strawberry World. On December 21st, where did you get the car accident?
But she is very clear that when the old forest car accident awakened, she and Chen Zhu, the father responsible for investigating the car accident, repeatedly asked him about the details of the car accident, but Lao Lin could not answer anything at all.
There is no information and details about the car accident, this is the root cause of all her energy to learn python and write prediction programs.
And now, all her efforts have been lost because of this change in detail.
She really wants to scream to the night sky like the protagonist in the TV series: God, you this is playing me.
But at this moment, she can only force herself to calm down again.
Because the old forest of the person sitting on the stone bench is the man who will smile after saying that he is suffering from Alzheimer, saying that "everything in the world can happen to anyone, so it is no big deal."
No big deal, no matter how difficult it can be, no time to despair.
Lin Cun continued to repeat this sentence in his heart.
In the strange eyes of Lao Lin, she once again sat back on the stone bench, she knew that her face was definitely ugly.
"What's the matter, what's the next Sunday?" Lao Lin asked with concern.
Lin dynasty forced the steady speed: "The flowers were called a few days ago. He said that the mother's body is already too good. I lived in the hospice hospital, just in Yongchuan."
"So when you want us to go to Yongchuan, look at it by the way?"
"Yes, if I have to wait until next weekend, I am afraid that I am too late, so can I change the sky and go to Yongchuan earlier?"
Lin Zhaoxi tried to calm his voice, but the fists under the stone table were tightly held together, waiting for Lao Lin’s answer.
Lao Lin pondered for a while: "That is still going to chase after tomorrow, you take a day off, we will go see it."
I almost never remember how I walked back to the house.
She only felt that at the moment the door was closed, her knees were soft and her body was shaking.
Now, she changed the time when Laolin went to Yongchuan, but will this change the car accident?
She does not know the answer.

On December 16, the old forest car accident six days ago.
Lin Chaoxi carried a school bag and took her father to Yongchuan's train.
The high-speed railway has suddenly reduced the number of hours it takes to an hour.
The Yongchuan station is crowded with pedestrians carrying big bags.
The entire space is filled with all kinds of voices, the smell of smoke is mixed, and the air is dirty.
Lin Chaoxi walked off the train and took a few steps forward to hold Laolin’s hand.
From the train station to the Yongchuan City funeral home, the road is far away.
They took the 202 road from the train station, got off at Yongchuan University City, crossed the university town, turned to 218 road, changed cars in the suburbs, transferred to the special line, and went to the funeral home.
Lin Chaoxi carefully recorded every road they walked down, every bus that was transferred, and the time required for each trip.
If she can't change the fact that Lao Lin will come to Yongchuan on the 12.21, she must do a new plan in less than a week.

The old people's memorial service is not big, but there are many people.
Some people wear suits and suits. At first glance, they are celebrities and ordinary workers or teachers. Among these people are men and women, old and young, and the small halls are crowded with these people.
The leader of the Yongchuan University in charge of retired employees is holding a manuscript and chanting on the stage.
He said that Zhang Daming is a very ordinary school worker who has been a janitor in the communication room of Yongchuan University before he retired.
Comrade Zhang Daming loves to help students when he works. He sponsors a poor college student every year and is deeply loved by teachers and students.
He is a staff member, enjoys a pension, enjoys a good life in his later years, and even falls in love with writing a brush. He won the first prize of the Yongchuan University Retirement Literary Competition.
Lao Lin is not a relative of friends of the elderly, so when the school leaders read the eulogy, they have been standing silently at the end of the crowd.
Lao Lin’s expression has been very calm and indifferent.
Through the gap between the crowds, Lin saw the serene face of the grandfather in the messroom lying in the coffin.
Listening to the eulogy, Lin Chaoxi silently outlined the whole picture of Zhang’s life.
She did not know what time Lao Lin and the old man had spent a few years ago, but let Lao Lin also be willing to personally come and send other old people, it must be a very good person.
When the memorial service is about to end, the old man’s son finally has time to say a few words to them.
They stood by the flowers outside the hall and were covered by a dense camphor tree.
"It’s hard for you to take a trip."
"My father was in poor health this year, so he wrote a lot of letters like a memoir, and everything was in the car. When the ceremony is over, I am bothering you to go to the parking lot with me."
When the old man mentioned "a lot", Lin said that it meant the thickness of the letter. But when she and Lao Lin walked to the parking lot after the memorial ceremony, they found that there were many people around them.
After the memorial service, many people have known each other. The communicators began to exchange business cards with each other, and others began to look at each other's professions and names. Lao Lin did not talk to anyone.
The old man's son took them to the parking lot after a white suv.
The trunk is slowly opened.
He took a cardboard box from the inside and placed it on the ground, and people around the suv whispered.
The carton opened, and the old man’s son took out a letter and shouted the names one by one according to the above name.
"Wang Liang."
"Xu An."
"Liu Pengpeng."
The name that was called to the front took over the letter written to himself, like the school teacher sent homework.
The letters are either thin or thick, but the letters on the envelopes are clearly written together with the name of each person.
There was a sound of the letter of demolition in the parking lot, and there was no sound other than that.
Lin was standing in the crowd, and the environment was quiet and scary, but she felt that the sun is warm today.
"Lin Zhaosheng."
The name of Lao Lin sounded.
He walked up like everyone else and took the letter he wrote to him.
What can be different from other people is that Lao Lin did not immediately break the letter, but directly put it into his arms.
He nodded his head to the old man and turned and left.
Lin Zhaoxi was still immersed in the atmosphere of the car park, and she turned to see that the old forest had gone, and quickly ran a few steps to keep up.
"Don't you break the letter?" she asked.
Lao Lin looked at the sky and looked at her deeply. He said, "Let's go."