The housekeeper walked in and said: "Sir, the lawyer has been hired and we are going to the police station soon. Do you need to bring a cane?"
When the housekeeper mentioned the word crutch, Lin Shuyi's expression changed slightly and he asked anxiously: "Uncle Lin, did your right leg get sick again today and start to hurt?"
"fine."
Lin Mo smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry."
Only then did Lin Shuyi remember that Lin Mo was mostly sitting today. Whether standing or walking, it was much more difficult than the previous days, and his speed was also several times slower.
The weather is fine today. It is not the season when my right leg should hurt when it is cloudy and rainy.
"Two days ago, I saw in a medical journal that an American surgical expert has done extensive research on rheumatoid pain in the neck, shoulders and lumbar spine, and the treatment has alleviated the pain symptoms of many patients." Lin Shuyi hurriedly picked up his mobile phone.
He said, "I'll contact him right away and see if I can come over as soon as possible!"
Lin Mo refused to comment and did not answer——
Shu Yi always thought that his legs and feet were suffering from rheumatism, and he tried hard to treat it by many famous experts from childhood to adulthood, but unfortunately, all of them had no effect.
Lin Shuyi didn't know, but he understood where the pain in his right leg came from.
After all, this is a sign of the recovery of consciousness. I am afraid that it is because my former self was too accustomed to a life without a right leg and pain...
"Sir," the butler reminded again, "Sir, it's almost time."
"Yes," Lin Mo responded, took the crutch from the housekeeper, turned around and said, "Shu Yi, I'm going out."
After that, he walked out.
Seeing this, the housekeeper hurriedly picked up the car and went to pick up the car first.
Lin Shuyi did not answer. He stood behind the sofa and stared at Lin Mo who was walking forward.
Lin Mozheng, who was slightly lame on his right leg, was walking out of the living room, holding on to the crutch. His face was extremely pale due to pain. His movements on the crutch were not embarrassing, but in his heart, he was full of...
Bitterness and heartache.
There was no serious injury or trauma, so why did this kind of unexplained, inexplicable pain and lameness appear on his adoptive father?
Lin Shuyi frowned deeply————
In the past, my adoptive father only occasionally felt pain in his right leg, but he could still bear it. Now, it has become so frequent, and sometimes it is mandatory for him to use crutches or a wheelchair, so he can only move forward.
Lin Shuyi remembered that when he first met his adoptive father when he was a boy, his adoptive father was silent, rarely talked, and almost never talked to anyone. When he saw him, he also had the same kind of sluggish eyes, scanning him coldly. Only sometimes, he would
He would suddenly change his face to a gentle one, smile at himself, read with him, and teach him some principles of life... just like his adoptive father every day.
Although Lin Shuyi respected and liked his adoptive father who had a gentle personality, was considerate of others, and liked to take care of others, but...seeing the pain spreading on his adoptive father, which became more and more severe, in his heart, he would rather
He didn't want to be the taciturn, indifferent but healthy adoptive father he was before, and he didn't want to see the person who raised him suffer so much.
"Uncle Lin! I'll take you there, just in time to meet the lawyer!"
Lin Shuyi caught up with him, supported him, and said in an accusatory tone, "Since my right leg has been uncomfortable since this morning, why are you still holding on and only now using crutches? I just climbed up and down two floors...
"
Others don't know, but Lin Shuyi knows that such strong support is heartbreaking for his adoptive father.
"It's okay." Lin Mo saw the anxiety on Lin Shuyi's face, smiled happily, and said, "I didn't mean anything else. I just didn't want people to bring back some unpleasant memories."
"Unpleasant memories..." Lin Shuyi whispered and asked, "Uncle Lin knows those people just now, right? And...the woman that Uncle Lin asked Mr. Nangong just now is..."
"My book." Lin Mo didn't answer his words. He just moved his eyes slightly and whispered as if he was remembering something, "Shu Yi, go and bring my book with you."
After hearing what was said, Lin Shuyi understood and walked back to the living room. Without thinking, he put the book that Lin Mo had just taken from the treatment room in his arms and held it over——
After living for so many years, Lin Shuyi could only describe Lin Mo's past with four words: "ignorant."
But Lin Shuyi was very clear about one of Lin Mo's habits.
Every time my legs hurt, I must read this book.
In fact, it was just an ordinary medical work that he had read, and there was nothing outstanding about it.
But there was a two-inch photo in the booklet.
It's a girl.
He looks fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a school uniform, cheerful and energetic, with a sweet face and a bright smile.
Although the photos bear traces of time, they have been made into bookmarks and are well preserved.
Behind the photo, there are two lines of small words written with a pen. It can be seen that it is quite old.
The handwriting belongs to his adoptive father Lin Mo.
Two words, one symbol————
Mo, Zhi, mz.
◆qian◇mo◆mo◆◆◇Original first release◇◆
The four guns were put away at the same time, very neatly and well-trained.
The moment Nangong Tou stepped forward, the others followed up cautiously and followed Young Master Tou out of Apartment No. 13.
Everyone was silent.
Because, during their investigation this time, they clearly did not sense any hostility or murderous intent in this Lin Mo.
Even the perverted sense of coldness that was natural in the past is gone.
Gentle, polite, sincere eyes...
In addition, the traces of time are not obvious, and his face has hardly changed. When Lin Mo appeared in front of them, speaking and moving, people even felt that this was not Nangong Mo who was following Diderot and wearing a mask. This was clearly... back then.
Died by the Taibu River... It was Nangong Mo who cried endlessly in Miss Song's dream...
What's going on?
The white cat pursed his lips, wondering whether he should express his opinion.
When she raised her head and saw the gray cat and the boss looking thoughtful, she calmed down and said no more words.
Rational people like to analyze, are good at judgment, and don't trust their intuition too much. The same is true for these two most rational people. In other words, everyone has the same thoughts and opinions about Lin Mo at this time.
Of course, except for someone who is slow and has substandard IQ...