Chapter Eleven

  Lin Ruhai's words made both Lin Furen and Old Master Lin overjoyed. Lin Furen's beautiful and gentle face had a faint smile: "You're saying, Qingwei Zhenren agreed to let your sister come back for a short stay?"

  Even Lin Lao Ye, who was normally calm and composed, had a look of concern: "Hai Er, did Qing Wei Zhen Ren say when Lan Er can return home?"

  Lin Ruo Lan, as the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Lin, was cherished like a precious gem; however, their own daughter had been frail since childhood, no matter how much they doted on her. But for the sake of their daughter's future health, with great reluctance, the couple let Qing Wei Zhen Ren take Lin Ruo Lan away.

  Don't look at the reputation of Qingwei Zhenren and Yunhe Xianshan, which are very loud, perhaps for many officials and nobles; or ordinary people, this is not only the old immortal name of Qingwei Zhenren, but also the worldly fairy mountain called Yunhe Mountain!

  This place is for everyone from royalty to ordinary people; it's what everyone hopes and wishes for, but absolutely does not include Lin Ruhai and his family.

  Not to mention his own parents' joyful faces, Lin Ruhai himself was also beaming with smiles; he thought of the little girl who used to follow him around in their old home in Suzhou; the smile on Lin Ruhai's face never faded.

  Memory, that lovely little sister who always clings to herself: "Brother... brother, you're back; did you bring me some delicious food today?"

  A tiny, delicate little person with a small face like a painting, raised her eyebrows and gave Lin Ruhai, who had just returned from school, a big smile. Looking at the other's bright eyes, Lin Ruhai's heart became softer.

  Lin Ruhai stretched out his hand and pulled Lin Ruolan into his own arms, stretching out a finger to gently scratch the tip of her nose; he couldn't help but tease: "Hehe... it turns out that our family's big girl is a little glutton!"

  "Brother, you're so mean!" Lin Ruolan said with a pout: "I'll go tell Mom and Dad when I get back, that brother bullied me."

  "Brother, brother......" A small figure stumbled and staggered all the way to run: "Give you osmanthus cake, Zhou made a good eat." White tender little fist opened, inside holding two pieces of broken osmanthus cake.

  "Brother, look, Auntie taught me to make this lotus bag." Lin Ruolan's hand was holding a purple lotus bag the size of a palm, with some simple embroidery that didn't seem to be flowers or grass.

  The style of the pouch is popular, and the needlework is also sparse; whether it's the workmanship or the embroidery, it can't be said to be exquisite, but rather looks very rough. However, for a beginner who is only four or five years old, such a finished product is already very good.

  Thus, Lin Ruhai's waist had another purple pouch. At that time, Lin Ruhai absolutely did not think that the pouch he received would be Lin Ruolan's first finished product in her life and also her only finished product.

  Then later...

  "Brother, waaah... I don't want to leave you." Lin Ruolan cried so hard she was gasping for breath: "Brother, go tell Father and Mother; don't send me away, okay?"

  "Brother, Lan'er will take her medicine obediently from now on; Lan'er won't be naughty anymore, brother...... Waaahhh...... Lan'er doesn't want to leave brother."

  Thirteen-year-old Lin Ruhai looked at Lin Ruolan, who was crying like a doll. He naturally understood that his parents were just as reluctant to part with her as he was. However, Father and Mother were right; for the sake of Lan'er's future health, they had to let Qingwei Zhenren take Lin Ruolan away.

  The old immortal said that as long as Lan'er stayed in Yunhe Xianshan for ten years, she would be able to live forever.

  In the mansion, that small figure was no longer seen, and that soft and gentle voice calling "brother" was no longer heard; in the blink of an eye, several years had passed, Lin Ruhai thought with a nostalgic expression.

  Mr. and Mrs. Lin looked at their son, who was lost in thought, and couldn't help but exchange a knowing smile; hehe... probably Hai'er is thinking of Lan'er's childhood again.

  In the Lin family, if there's one person who loves Lin Ruolan the most, it would be her older brother Lin Ruhai. Sometimes, even Lin Ruolan's parents, Mrs. and Mr. Lin, can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards their own daughter, who is closer to her brother than to them.

  "Cough, cough..." Mr. Lin couldn't bear to watch his own son's foolish appearance and cleared his throat twice, intentionally putting on a stern face as he spoke to Lin Ruhai: "You little scamp, when did Qingwei Zhenren say your sister could go to the capital? How long can she stay at home this time?"

  "Right, right, right!"

  Mrs. Lin heard her husband say this, and she also quickly nodded in agreement: "Hai'er, your father asked these questions; have you all asked clearly about Qingwei Zhenren?"

  Although it is said that in order for her own precious daughter to live a long and healthy life, Mrs. Lin does not mind being separated from Lin Ruolan and her mother for a short time.

  Isn't it just ten years? Now half of the time has passed, and there are still five years left; after five more years, we can reunite as a family.

  But thinking this way is not wrong, but when I think that my dear daughter can finally come back for a trip; if it's just a fleeting visit, Mrs. Lin really can't accept it.

  Luckily, Lin Ruhai's answer finally put her hanging heart at ease: "Mother, you can rest assured. Qingwei Zhenren said in the Xuanmen Liuying given to Haier; this time, my sister will return home and can stay for half a year, after which she will return to Yunju Xianshan."

  Lin Ruhai smiled and said the message from Qingwei Zhenren, regarding Lin Ruolan's return to the manor where she could stay for half a year; Lin Ruhai was also extremely satisfied in his heart.

  "Thank goodness, it's all over!"

  Mrs. Lin was overjoyed and couldn't help but clasp her hands together, thanking the heavens repeatedly; she also shouted out in a string of cries: "Bai Ju, hurry up and call over Old Lady Zhou and Old Lady Chen!"

  "Yes, madam, I'll go and invite two wet nurses over right away." White Orchid's voice came from outside the room.

  The Lin family's ancestral heritage is noble and dignified, and they have a habit: whenever there are matters to discuss, no maids or servants are allowed to attend to the master in front of them; generally, the maids and servant women wait outside the house for the masters' instructions.

  "No way!"

  Mrs. Lin was already anxiously pacing back and forth in the room, muttering to herself: "This Qingwei True Person is a cultivator of purity and cleanliness, our Lan'er has followed him for many years on Yunju Mountain, she must have suffered a lot; this Yunju Mountain is said to be an immortal mountain, but how can everything in his own mansion be so perfect?"

  Mrs. Lin muttered to herself, her eyes involuntarily reddening; Mr. Lin looked at his wife's appearance, unable to help but feel both amused and annoyed.

  "Good grief!" Old Master Lin shook his head and sighed, "Lan'er isn't home, is she? You're always so listless, but now that Lan'er is about to return, you look like this - if she sees you in this state, won't it break her heart?"

  "What Master Lin said makes sense, I'm delightedly confused." Mr. Lin's words brought a smile back to Mrs. Lin's face: "Later when Nanny Zhou and Nanny Chen arrive, I'll take them to tidy up the Flowing Light Courtyard so that Lan can live more comfortably when she returns."

  Mr. Lin and his son, Lin Ruhai, looked at their wife (mother) with a fierce and decisive expression, and the father and son shook their heads and smiled at each other simultaneously.

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