its thirty-two jade cards, forty years of bone pain

In the afternoon, Li Xiaodao went to Lin Yuan's house as promised.

The house is not big. I haven't been here for a long time, but I don't feel strange. Li Xiaodao rang the doorbell, and it turned out that Lin Yuan came to open the door for him in person. When Li Xiaodao entered the door, he didn't see a servant. It seemed that Lin Yuan had something very important to say to him.

What's more strange is that Lin Yuan has been leading Li Xiaodao to the study before greeting Li Xiaodao to sit down.

Two people sat face to face, and Li Xiaodao could clearly feel that this nearly 60-year-old man was getting older and older. The last time he saw him, that is, when Li Xiaodao was fired, Lin Yuan still didn't look old at all. Now that face is like wrinkled paper, but it actually has old spots, which looks like a general. Just a wooden old man.

Li Xiaodao didn't want to be so embarrassed and silent. He took out the small metal box he got from Link and put it on the table.

"Well, Link was just for me at that time, just... This is his relic. Please accept it.

Li Xiaodao said with a little sadness. Of course, this sadness is not for Link, but for the old man in front of him who has kindness to him, the white-haired man sends the black-haired man. Unfortunately, Li Xiaodao didn't know that he made a big joke. This small box contains something that Lin Yuan asked Link to give to Li Xiaodao. Now Li Xiaodao actually said that this was Link's relic and sent it back.

Lin Yuan's heart was blocked and covered his chest with his back. Li Xiaodao stood up worried, but was stopped by Lin Yuan's gesture and asked him to sit down. After half a minute, Li Xiaodao looked at Lin Yuan and was relieved. He thought that he had mentioned Lin Ke's death that made Lin Yuan unable to stand the stimulation, and he felt a little more guilty.

But in fact, the degree of entanglement in Lin Yuan's heart at this moment is tens of thousands of times more complicated than Li Xiaodao's thought.

Lin Yuan silently picked up the metal box and put it in the drawer. At this moment, this box is simply heavy in his hand, because with this box, he can think of some things before Link's death. The old man can't love, hate and hate his dead son.

Li Xiaodao looked down at the floor and said nothing. He knew that it was useless to say anything, and he didn't want to pretend to do something to comfort him.

Just when Li Xiaodao didn't pay attention, Lin Yuan tossed in the drawer for a long time. Finally, he pulled out a mahogany box and opened it. There was half a broken jade card in it. Lin Yuan carefully took it out, took out a red rope from another place, put it on, and walked to Li Xiaodao.

"Xiao Dao."

Lin Yuan shouted. He looked at Li Xiaodao with a warm jade card in his hand. Somehow, his heart seemed to be more sad than hearing the news of his son's death again just now.

"Wh."

Li Xiaodao suddenly raised his head and promised that he had just recovered from a daze and didn't know what was going on.

"Take it. It's my last gift as a teacher. I wanted to give it to you when I fired you, but you left in such a hurry that something happened to the other side of the food delivery..."

"Thank you, teacher."

Li Xiaodao answered plainly, but he was shocked. It was not for Lin Yuan to give him this seemingly ordinary jade card, but for the old man who had just struggled in the pain of losing his son. As soon as the words turned, he came to his side. It was really a little abnormal, but he couldn't tell where it was strange.

Lin Yuan put the jade card on the table and said hesitantly. He wanted to explain something but couldn't say it clearly. Li Xiaodao smiled faintly, took the jade card, nodded and interrupted Lin Yuan's words. He thanked the teacher, which contained too much, so much that Lin Yuan could not say. Come on.

The old man didn't expect that he had no reason to fire Li Xiaodao. Now that his son must have had a conflict with Li Xiaodao, Li Xiaodao can sincerely call him a teacher. It's enough. It's enough for an old man like him who has died.

It's not that Li Xiaodao couldn't understand Lin Yuan's intentions, but after he was fired without even saying anything at that time, he was really in a bad mood. Later, he didn't think about this matter. Now that I think about it, this person was well-intentioned towards him, but he killed his son indirectly, which has to be said to be a kind of sarcasm.

"Is there anything else?"

Li Xiaodao asked a little unstablely. If he stays here, the uncomfortable feeling in his heart will always get stronger and stronger. After saying that, he put the jade card into his trousers pocket first, and it's better to leave quickly.

"Put it on."

As Lin Yuan said, his voice procrastined, and he looked at Li Xiaodao with the kind of eyes that explained his last words to his son.

"Oh."

Li Xiaodao answered and put the jade card wearing the red rope on his neck, and Lin Yuan kept staring at Li Xiaodao and put on half of the jade card. That kind of eyes slightly faded, and even Li Xiaodao was a little hairy. Does he think of himself as his son?

"You go."

Lin Yuan leaned against the chair, swallowed his breath, and said slowly.

"Please take care and come to see you when you are free."

Li Xiaodao said a polite word, went out and closed the door, and quickly left here. I don't know why. He always felt that Lin Yuan's eyes were not right today. Did he find something? This is impossible. After repeatedly determined that there was no mistake, Li Xiaodao finally left this matter behind.

Anyway, there are more important things waiting for him on the other side of the road, and they will really care about this kind of thing.

......

After Li Xiaodao left, there was only one person left in the study. The old man pressed the armrest of the chair, reluctantly stood up, opened the drawer, opened a dark compartment in the drawer, and slowly pulled out a photo tremblingly.

The old photo with some wrinkles in the corners is a man with a strong hair.

Lin Yuan pinched the corners of the photo with both hands, took a few steps forward, and shook his hands. The photo floated into the air. The old man hurriedly grabbed it, but it was empty, and he knelt on the ground as soon as he leaned.

He looked at the old photo lying quietly on the ground in front of him. He still knelt on the ground and didn't get up. Looking at the people in the photo, he couldn't help choking and even sobbing.

The old tears were rampant, and the bean's big tears hit the floor, but he was still kneeling and dared not raise his head in front of the photo.

"It's all retribution, retribution, it's me, I'm sorry, it's me."

Lin Yuan cried, kowtowed and sobbed. Looking at the people in the photo, he had too many words to say to the people in the photos, but he didn't know what to say.

The chaotic heart was messed up by deep self-blame and endless guilt. His chin opened and closed, and he was still choking. In any case, he couldn't squeeze a word.

The scars that have been faintly painful for 40 years have been uncovered again.