Chapter 127: he died

When the surrounding diners saw the guns falling on the ground, they screamed and ran out of fright.
Ye Qingmei couldn't help becoming nervous after seeing Zhao Wuye. She had heard of Zhao Dongjun, an absolutely cruel master.
She settled, and immediately walked around behind Lin Yu, stood her chest in front of him, and said loudly: "This matter has nothing to do with him! I will go with you!"
Lin Yu couldn't help but stunned again, looking at Ye Qingmei in front of him, feeling as if he had returned to the school days. At that time, the task they were responsible for went wrong, and she also stood up for the first time to protect herself, "This is all my fault. , Has nothing to do with Lin Yu."
Smelling the elegant scent of her body, Lin Yu felt extremely warm in his heart, and whispered in his heart, Senior Sister, I am no longer the primary school brother who needs you to protect and spoil you, now it is my turn to guard you.
"Huh, it's not up to you who is related..."
Zhao Wuye snorted coldly. Before he finished speaking, he saw Lin Yu clearly in front of him. When he reached his mouth, he choked back, and his body shuddered immediately. What kind of an evil he had hit, why did he come across this again? Live Hades! The hands and feet he was injured last time are still not clean!
"Uncle Wu, what's wrong with you all?"
When Zhao Dongjun saw Ali and Zhao Wuye's attitude towards Lin Yu, he couldn't help but wonder, how did he feel that Wushu and Li were afraid of this kid. He clearly had a gun in his hand.
"You said he was the one who offended?"
The flesh on Zhao Wuye's face jumped, already burning with anger.
"Yes, this kid." Zhao Dongjun nodded immediately.
As soon as his voice fell, Zhao Wuye's backhand was a big ear scraper.
This was a slap made by Zhao Wuye with great effort. Unexpectedly, Zhao Dongjun was slapped to the side table, and then the other half of his face swelled.
"Uncle Wu, what are you doing!"
There was a cry in Zhao Dongjun's voice, tears were beaten out, and he was aggrieved, "This is a good deal, just beat it out!"
"Good job? I'll kill you!"
Zhao Wuye's eyes were red, his nostrils suddenly enlarged, and then he grabbed the crutch in his hand and smashed Zhao Dongjun on him like rain.
"Ouch, oops!"
Zhao Dongjun screamed again and again, turning his nose and face swollen in an instant. He quickly got up and stumbled to the side.
Zhao Wuye gasped for a few rough breaths, and after a while he calmed down, and said coldly, "Get me here and kowtow to Mr. He!"
Zhao Wuye knew very well that to fight against people like Lin Yu is to find his own way. If you don't want to die, the only way is to apologize to him and pray for his mercy.
The reason why he beat Zhao Dongjun was also a bitter trick, so that Lin Yu could quench his anger and spare Zhao Dongjun his life.
Although Lin Yu didn't mean to be aggressive, he didn't stop Zhao Wuye either. It would be good to teach Zhao Dongjun this little ruffian a lesson.
"Me? Kowto him a confession?"
Zhao Dongjun looked incredible.
"Yes, it's you!"
"Uncle Wu, how can I kowtow to him? Even if I die, I won't kowtow to him!"
Zhao Dongjun bit his roots and said firmly, not knowing what kind of wind Uncle Wu was doing, how could he be so frightened by Lin Yu.
Although he usually obeys Wushu's words, he can't do it today. In front of Ye Qingmei's face, he must not lose face!
"Okay, then you go to die!"
Zhao Wuye looked cold, grabbed one of his pistols, and shot Zhao Dongjun.
With a bang and deafening, the stone chips on the right side of Zhao Dongjun's head suddenly flew.
He fell to the ground with a puff, his face was full of horror, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and his crotch was wet with a puff of urine.
"Fifth Lord, don't get excited."
Ali hurriedly came over and grabbed Zhao Wuye's gun hand, and blinked vigorously at Zhao Dongjun, "Master, please come over and apologize to Mr. He and Mrs. He!"
Ali's words were very clever, which meant that they gave Ye Qingmei to Lin Yu, so that Lin Yu would stop worrying about Zhao Dongjun.
Lin Yu didn't react at all when he heard this, but Ye Qingmei was a little embarrassed, his face flushed slightly, and he felt a little embarrassed.
Zhao Dongjun was frightened by Wu Ye’s shot. He dared to talk back and crawled over. He knelt before Lin Yu and Ye Qingmei with a thump, thumped his head, stumbled and said: "He Sir, Madam He, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was wrong! I was wrong!"
"Fifth Lord, it is so polite to ask your nephew to give me such a gift."
Lin Yu looked at Wu Ye with a smile and said, although Wu Ye asked Zhao Dongjun to confess his mistake, he could see the unwillingness and hatred in Wu Ye's eyes.
"Mr. He, I hit and knocked, can we go?" Zhao Wuye tightly squeezed the scepter in his hand, and the knuckles were a little white, "I promise you, This woman, my nephew will never make any more thoughts."
"Fifth Master, please." Lin Yu made a gesture of asking at him.
Zhao Wuye didn't speak anymore, turned around and limped away on crutches. Ali and others hurriedly helped Zhao Dongjun on the ground to follow.
"Why is he so afraid of you?" Ye Qingmei said in a puzzled way.
"I saved a big man he couldn't afford." Lin Yu thought for a while, and casually made up a nonsense, "Let's go, let's eat in another place, we can't eat here anymore."
Then the two went out of Muzhi Pavilion together, because Zhao Wuye had already given the boss a hush money before leaving, so they were not hindered by anything after they got down.
"Thank you for helping me so much."
After leaving the restaurant, Ye Qingmei said to Lin Yu with some gratitude, and then stretched out his white and slender hand at him.
"No...you're welcome."
Looking at Ye Qingmei's bright and dark eyes, Lin Yu became nervous again, lowered his head and shook hands with her.
"Are you hungry? If you are hungry, I will accompany you to eat first, and then you will take me to find Lin Yu, okay?"
Ye Qingmei looked at Lin Yu expectantly.
"Lin Yu... Lin Yu he..."
Lin Yu opened his mouth and didn't know how to explain it to her. I should say that he was dead, but it was not easy to stand in front of her. He wanted to say that he was not dead, his body was burned...
"What's wrong with Lin Yu?" Ye Qingmei couldn't help feeling a little nervous, "Sick?"
"I'll take you to Lin Yu's house. When you get there, you'll know."
Lin Yu hesitated, but still could not tell, so he took her to the bun shop.
"Oh, Jia Rong, why do you have time to come over today? Didn't you go to university for class?"
When Qin Xiulan saw Lin Yu, she was extremely happy, then looked at Ye Qingmei curiously and asked, "Is this girl?"
"Ao, godmother, this is Lin Yu's senior sister." Lin Yu quickly introduced, "Senior sister, this is Lin Yu's mother, Aunt Qin."
"Hello, Aunt Qin."
Ye Qingmei yelled to Qin Xiulan sweetly, "I am Lin Yu's senior sister Ye Qingmei."
"You... Are you clearing your eyebrows?"
Qin Xiulan looked startled, and then her eyes reddened, and she looked at Ye Qingmei and choked up: "Sorry, you are much more beautiful than in the photo. I didn't recognize it for a while."
"Photo?" Ye Qingmei was puzzled, "Do you have a photo of me?"
"Well, that silly boy Xiaoyu left."
With tears in her eyes, Qin Xiulan hurriedly took out a photo album from the drawer of the cash register table, turned up a photo, and pointed it to Ye Qingmei, "No, are you taking a photo with Xiaoyu."
Ye Qingmei hurriedly walked over and saw that she and Lin Yu were in the photo, and they were photographed with her when Lin Yu joined the club.
In the photo, her legs are close together, she stands straight and smiles like a flower. Lin Yu is standing on her left side tilted with her hands behind her back, wearing a white shirt, handsome in the sun, smiling a little silly.
Time freezes at this moment, and from then on, she may never have the opportunity to be in the same frame with Lin Yu again.
Ye Qingmei gently stroked the photo with his slender, white fingers. He couldn't help feeling a little bit. Time is rushing, and there are some memories that I can't go back.
"I'm not afraid of your jokes, Xiaoyu, that silly boy, told me at the time that he must marry you as a wife."
As Qin Xiulan spoke, two lines of clear tears had silently slipped down her cheeks, and her smile looked sour.
Ye Qingmei's face was red when she said this, and her heart was pounding. When she looked up, she couldn't help but startled when she saw the tears on Qin Xiulan's face. He hurriedly asked, "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Qin Xiulan quickly took out a tissue and wiped her face, "I'm sorry, Auntie is a little gaffe."
"Auntie... Lin Yu... how about others?"
Ye Qingmei was icy and smart, remembering the look of "He Jiarong" in Muzhige, and seeing Qin Xiulan's reaction at this time, a bad premonition immediately rose in his heart.
Qin Xiulan couldn't help but stared at Lin Yu, wondering: "Didn't Jia Rong tell you?"
"Auntie, what happened to Lin Yu?!"
Ye Qingmei was flustered, and grabbed Qin Xiulan's arm, with a layer of tears in his eyes, as if he had expected something.
"Clear eyebrows, don't get excited."
Seeing that Ye Qingmei's reaction was so intense, Qin Xiulan couldn't help being a little surprised, and quickly comforted her.
"Lin Yu is dead, he died last year." Lin Yu couldn't listen anymore, and said actively, as if a stone was crushed in his heart, extremely dull.
Ye Qingmei trembled suddenly, her expression dull, tears running down her cheeks, she let go of Qin Xiulan's hand, took a step back slowly, her legs were soft, and she sat down on the stool behind her.
Then a huge sense of sadness swallowed her instantly, tears rushing out like a flood in the Jedi, she covered her face and wept desperately.
Like a child who has lost his most beloved toy.
"Oh, girl, don't cry, your crying aunt is heartbroken."
Qin Xiulan couldn't stop tears welling up, and quickly took a tissue to comfort Ye Qingmei.
It took more than half an hour for Ye Qingmei to calm down, and at her strong request, Lin Yu took her to his cemetery.
The feeling of sweeping the grave by myself was really weird. Lin Yu was embarrassed and urged Ye Qingmei to leave quickly. Who knew that Ye Qingmei didn't mean to leave at all, and sat in front of the tombstone in a daze.
After a while, the phone in Ye Qingmei's bag suddenly rang. Lin Yu was helping her with the bag, and quickly took out her phone and handed it to her.
"You pick it up for me." Ye Qingmei waved his hand a little lost.
Lin Yu picked it up for her. In order to let her hear, he specifically turned on the speakerphone, and an aunt's hurried voice came from the phone, "Oh, Qingmei, come back soon, you are a thief in your house. Things are turned over and thrown in the corridors. He hasn't left yet. We said that he called the police. He is not afraid. It may be a neurotic. Come back and take a look!"