Zhao Yongliang knelt on the ground, hugged Lin Yi's thighs, tears streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably, feeling so wronged.

Lin Yi sat on a small stool, watching the giant baby in front of him wipe his snot and tears onto his pants, and felt his hair stand on end. He suddenly raised his right hand, wanting to swing it down fiercely, but a voice in his heart told him: Absolutely not to do this.

Then the big hand was raised high, gently placed on Yongliang's head, and gently stroked it.

He felt the person under his palm suddenly pause, as if shuddering, and then crying even louder.

Ling Shuang waved to the old lady Cai and her husband and their daughter, and in a flash, those people picked up the small stools under their buttocks, walked quickly towards each room, and disappeared in the yard in an instant.

Under the bright moonlight, only Lin Yi, Ling Shuang and Zhao Yongliang were left.

Lin Yi forced a smile onto his stiff face, suppressing the urge to feel sick and hit him. He lifted Yongliang's shoulders with both hands and helped him look up. "You're already an adult, and you're still crying?" He then pulled up the collar of Yongliang's cotton vest and wiped his tears with it. "Sit still and talk properly. Tell Dad, who bullied you?"

Ling Shuang snorted coldly, his expression not looking good.

Yongliang cried for a long time, so long that Lin Yi became a little impatient. He then began to sob and complain about the "inhuman" treatment he had suffered in the past half month, and listed the ten major crimes of Ling Shuang and Zhao Yongfang.

Liang: "Dad, where have you been for the past half month? How could you bear to leave your son alone at home?"

Lin: "Dad went out to earn money. What would you eat and wear without money? Besides, why would he leave you at home alone? Your mom and your sister are both at home."

Liang: "Dad, do you know that on the day you left, I had a high fever and was unconscious in the wilderness. If it weren't for Yongming and Yongguang from my uncle's family who found me and carried me back, you might not have seen your eldest son alive, wuwuwu."

Lin: "Really? So, it was Yongming Yongguang who saved you? Then you should really thank him."

Yongliang paused, and Lin Yi immediately said, "No way, no way, you saved my life, you can't just not show any gratitude, right? How can you be so heartless?"

Liang: "I...I haven't had time yet..."

Lin: "Really? Well, even though you're an adult now, it's inevitable that you're not thoughtful, immature, and naive. I, as your father, still have to teach you about interpersonal relationships and the ways of the world. When will you be able to understand things, son?"

Liang: "......., Dad, you....don't you ask about your son's condition? He had a high fever and almost died." Am I still your big baby? Yongliang felt even more wronged.

Lin: "Then you must be fine. Dad sees that you look much stronger than before. Your face used to be so--swollen." Lin Yi made a big circle in front of him. "Look at you now. You've lost weight and look a lot more energetic."

Liang: "Dad, I have a fever. I'm going crazy, but my mom won't take me to the hospital, won't give me medicine, and won't even give me an egg to eat. Woo woo woo."

Lin: "Really? Then how did you get better? Liang Za, you're already eighteen, not a three-year-old child. Why do you cry and want to eat this and that when you're sick? Telling others about it will be so embarrassing."

Zhao Yongliang choked up and glanced at his father in confusion. Seeing Lin Yi's serious expression, it didn't seem like he was teasing him. But he just felt a little uncomfortable.

After thinking for a moment, he continued, "You can't just ignore me even if I'm sick."

Ling Shuang: "Didn't I feed you several bowls of ginger soup?"

Zhao Yongliang snorted angrily, "Ginger soup isn't medicine! Woohoo, you don't know. I couldn't drink it, so my mom held me down and forced me to drink it."

Lin: "Your mother is doing this for your own good. Drinking ginger soup when you catch a cold is a traditional remedy and it works! Did your fever go away quickly after drinking it?"

Liang: "For my own good? For my own good? Why can't I feel it?" His mother is completely different from before. She used to not let him do anything, afraid that he would be tired or hungry. Now, she has to wash the dishes when he eats at home, and she has to wash her own clothes after work every day. It's so hard for him.

Lin: "Didn't your mother find you a job? She even moved your household registration out of here. You're a city dweller now!" He straightened Yongliang's collar and said seriously, "Your mother loves you the most. Otherwise, why wouldn't she give that job to someone else?"

After hearing this, Yongliang burst into tears and cried even harder: "Dad, can I not go to work?"

Lin: "Who will support you if you don't work?"

There was a little man in Zhao Yongliang's heart, stretching out an Erkang hand and roaring loudly: "My parents raised me, my brothers and sisters raised me, please continue to raise me..."

He twisted his body awkwardly, still not quite ready to say it out loud. Perhaps he had a premonition that things were different now, and even if he said it, not only would it not achieve his goal, but he would also be ridiculed.

But he soon found another way in: "You can't ask me to operate the sewing machine, that's a woman's job. In that room, there's no other man doing this except me."

Lin: "Yongliang, think about it carefully. Dad won't force you to do something you don't like."

Yongliang's dim eyes suddenly lit up. Just as he was about to speak, Lin Yi raised his hand to stop him.

Lin: "But you can't just do nothing. You have to support yourself. Later, you have to get married and have children. You have to support not only yourself but also your wife and children. This is your responsibility as a man."

Liang: "Are we not good enough like before?"

Lin: "What was it like before? Dad asks you, have your grandparents ever helped me, their son, support the family since you can remember? Have my brothers and uncles ever helped me, their younger brother, support the family? You can also think about other families around you and see what they are like."

Yongliang wanted to fight for it again: "But, but I go to work every day now, and I can't support myself. My mother said that all the money I earn in the first year must belong to her."

Lin Yi quickly glanced at Ling Shuang and quickly found a response: "Do you know how much a job at the feed station in our town costs now?"

Yongliang shook his head.

Lin Yi: "500 yuan, and it's manual labor. Our village accountant just bought it for his son for 500 yuan. Do you know how much your mother spent to find you this job?"

Lin Yi was unsure whether Yongliang knew about the relationship between this garment factory and Ling Shuang, so he said tentatively, "We are really worried about your future!

Why did Dad leave his hometown and go away for half a month? Do you think it’s easy and fun?

And your mother and your sister, they get up early and work late to open the shop and do people's hair. The smell of the chemicals is very harmful to people.

Do you think the money and favors given to you to buy this job all came from the wind?

Who is this all for? Do you know?"

Yongliang was stunned: "Is it... for me?"