Chapter 136 I hate it

Some things, after two generations, Lin Huazhi feels open-open, just like that although she doesn't understand why Mao Dazui wants to cooperate with her, this will not make her have unrealistic illusions, as long as she has money to make money.

Naturally, there are good and bad. On the day before Chen Suyue's death anniversary, Lin Huazhi found that she was softer and too kind than before. The most obvious thing was about Yan Shaobai.

Yes, after a year, Lin Huazhi found that she was more afraid than her mother-in-law. However, this kind of introspection only existed for one hour and was replaced by Lin Huazhi with another saying - her conditions in this life were not as good as in her previous life. This is a very vague statement. In detail, Lin Huazhi attributed that the Lin family was too poor; in the last life, although Chen Suyue's parents died early, she still left a good family background.

So, Lin Huazhi is dedicated to making money, making money and making money.

Due to Mao's big mouth, Lin Huazhi opened three dye workshops in the south and east of the city in less than five days. This time, she set a rule to sell only 50 bottles of dyes a day, and one more bottle will not be sold. Within a few days, Lin's dyes were available in Jiangdong City.

Qingling came to Lin's house at dusk. In the backyard, Qingling said, "Miss Lin, in fact, according to my ability, a hundred bottles a day is not a big problem."

Lin Huazhi said with a straight face, "Brother Qingling's body has just been seen well. If you don't take care of it carefully, you may have another attack. It's better to rest more. Moreover, money will never be earned, and there will be better opportunities in the future. Don't be in a hurry. Since Brother Qingling has leisure, it's better to study a few new dyes. I'm going to start dyeing some new cloth in a few days. It's almost autumn. This last sentence was really out of tune with Qingling, but Qingling knew that Lin Huazhi was obviously in a bad mood at this time, and his eyebrows were gloomy.

When Qingling came out of the Lin family, Lin Huazhi stood behind the courtyard alone, and his eyes fell on the green tile on the wall. He had not moved away for a long time, but gradually there was a layer of fog in his eyes, revealing unspeakable sadness.

The wet nurse saw the forest flower branches standing under the rattan frame like a stone statue from afar. Looking at it, her back was thin and cold. She was obviously injured, but she had to pretend to be strong. The wet nurse didn't know Lin Huazhi's mood at this time, but she couldn't say a word of comfort. The wound is in the depths, invisible and untouchable, but it hurts when touched. No one can understand, only the pain of pulling one body one after another.

It finally got dark and cold. There was a faint thunder on the edge of the sky, and there was a little moisture in the air, which was a sign that it was going to rain.

When Lin Huazhi entered the room, she subconsciously looked up. There was no starlight at night, and the dark people couldn't breathe. The corners of Lin Huazhi's mouth drooped slightly. She remembered something, which was very similar to Chen Suyue's death.

The next day, it was not dawn, and Lin Huazhi went out. As soon as the gate opened, she kept going to Baohua Temple.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning sprinkled on the spire of the main hall of Baohua Temple, Lin Huazhi stood on the stone steps of Baohua Temple and dropped a tear.

She is still dead, dead, and has no breathing. What a sad thing. My heart is like being twisted into pieces by scissors, which is not comfortable. In the bamboo forest in the back mountain, Chen Suyue's clothing is the same as a year ago, but the scarlet letter on the tablet faded early and turned gray brown, which was gray and unreal.

The tomb of Chen Suyue.

In a trance, Lin Huazhi remembered that a year ago, at this hour, on that day, she had a quarrel with Yan Shaobai. She could no longer remember why she quarreled. She only remembered that it was very fierce. She only remembered the moment when Yan Shaobai turned away and left, which was very cold.

The branches of forest flowers grow and sigh.

Turning around, he saw Yan Shaobai five steps away. His black robe slowly coincided with a year ago.

Lin Huazhi looked at him quietly. Three days later, the man was about to marry.

I hate it.

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