After the family finished their meal, Li Xianglian packed a meal for her eldest grandson and asked Lin's father to take it over.

She whispered to Lin Changchun, "Please try to persuade him. He used to be very sensible. Why is he throwing a tantrum now? When he was little, he used to ask me every day why his mother hadn't come back yet. Now that his mother is back, he refuses to acknowledge her."

Although Lin Jingbei was also raised by her, there was still a degree of closeness between them. Moreover, in her heart, she still felt that it was she and the old man who had wronged her daughter back then, otherwise she would not have encountered such a thing.

Lin Changchun: "Let them handle the affairs of their family of three. You just need to prepare meals and take good care of your daughter."

Li Xianglian sneered at him, "It seems you don't feel bad for your daughter even though she's not yours. My Lulu finally escaped death, and when she woke up, she found that her own son didn't recognize her. How could she not feel sad?"

Lin Lu has always liked to keep things to himself since he was a child, and he would never explode unless it was absolutely necessary.

She was also a girl with strong opinions and never bothered others with anything. During her years at university, she not only didn't ask her family for a penny, she even sent them money.

To the first half of the old woman's question, Lin Changchun replied, "How could you, alone, give birth to such a clever and pretty girl?" As for the second half, Lin Changchun carefully recalled his own daughter's expression and said, "I don't think so."

He had never seen his daughter look at that brat straight in the eye.

Li Xianglian slapped his arm, and there was a loud "pa" sound.

"My daughter must look like me. Is there anyone good-looking in your family?"

Lin Changchun is the only son in the family, with only several older sisters. The year Lin Lu had the accident, all ties were severed, and he only had some contact with his third sister's family.

The people in their family are still quite good-looking. Lin Changchun himself is also good-looking. His height of 1.76 meters is considered acceptable in this small town where people are generally short.

There was no point in saying more. Lin Changchun couldn't argue with his own wife, so he just left with his lunch box.

In the yard, Lin Lu enjoyed the breeze outside for a while and then returned to the house. He said to Song Chen, "Please move the TV to the living room so everyone can watch it."

Song Chen looked at her several times, and finally said nothing, turned around and went upstairs.

He moved the TV from upstairs to downstairs, connected various wires, and successfully installed it in half an hour.

Seeing him sitting next to her, Lin Lu asked, "Aren't you going to the factory tonight to watch over it?"

Song Chen was filled with resentment and asked again: "Do you have a conscience?"

Lin Lu:Okay, sorry for the offense.

Lin Lu wasn’t very interested in TV dramas, so he just picked one at random and put down the remote control.

"Mom, stop busying yourself and come and watch TV." Noticing that Song Chen's eyes were always on her, Lin Lu shouted unnaturally.

"You and Xiaochen watch first, I'm going to make some pickled cucumbers." Li Xianglian's voice came from the kitchen.

Lin Lu endured it for a while, then directly said to him, "Are you squinting? Why are you looking at me instead of watching TV?"

Song Chen: "How do you know I'm looking at you if you don't look at me?"

Lin Lu: "I squinted my eyes and saw you looking at me."

Song Chen stroked his chin, his eyes unfathomable, "Why do I feel like you've changed?"

Lin Lu leaned lazily against the back of the wheelchair. "Nonsense! If you can find someone who looks exactly like the one from seven years ago, I think you're amazing."

Song Chen remained calm and said, "His personality has changed."

She used to be so arrogant and conceited, looking down on others and not even bothering to say a word to him.

After waking up, I was able to speak well.

Although it's not a good thing.

Lin Lu: "Same here."

Song Chen was curious: "Did you really not hear what we said during those days when you were unconscious?"

Lin Lu turned to look at him, suddenly revealing a sly smile, and said, "What's the matter? You're not going to cry in front of my bed, are you?"

Song Chen avoided her staring gaze: "I cry? You think it's a nice idea."

"Then what did you say in my ear?" Lin Lu could not fail to notice his guilty expression and joked, "You don't want to strangle me to death, do you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Xiao Chen is so good to you. He misses you during the day and stays with you at night." Li Xianglian sat down on the stool next to Lin Lu and spoke up for Song Chen.

Having lived for most of her life, she knew what Song Chen meant to her girl. She and Lin's father saw it and kept it in mind.

It's just that Lin Lu is not smart enough, which makes her very anxious.

"Really? Thank you." Lin Lu's words were inexplicably filled with sarcasm as soon as he opened his mouth.

Having been Song Chen's sworn enemy for so many years, she really couldn't get used to the changes in him.

Song Chen simply closed his eyes and listened to the conversation between the mother and daughter with his ears perked up.

Li Xianglian was too cautious to mention the events in Kyoto, and Lin Lu didn't have the energy to investigate what happened back then.

Before she knew it, it was nine o'clock. Lin Lu yawned a few times and tears came out.

"Go to bed. You're tired after a long day."

"Okay, you should go to bed early too." Lin Lu said.

Song Chen slumped on the stool with his eyes closed. His thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids, and his facial features and temperament looked much softer at this moment.

His daily work must be very tiring, as there is not much flesh on his cheeks, and they are angular.

Lin Lu hesitated whether to wake him up. After looking at him for a few seconds, he turned around in his wheelchair and prepared to find a solution himself.

The moment she turned around, the sleeping person suddenly "woke up", "Why didn't you call me?" He rubbed his eyebrows.

Lin Lu stopped moving and turned around, "I can go up by myself."

Li Xianglian wisely chose to remain invisible. The moment Song Chen spoke, she turned off the TV, returned to her room, and put her ear close to the crack of the door.

"Let me see you next one." Song Chen seemed to be angry, his voice became a little higher, and he stared at her with his hands folded.

Lin Lu has a stubborn personality, and the more he acts like this, the more she refuses to admit defeat.

The wheelchair slid down the stairs, and he stood up with difficulty, holding the handrail on one side of the stairs with both hands.

She hasn't moved for seven years, and even if her family takes good care of her, she will inevitably become a little atrophied and weak.

After trying several times, she still couldn't stand up. She was so angry with herself that she gasped heavily.

Finally, he gave Song Chen, who was watching the show behind him, a blank look and decided not to go upstairs. He planned to push his wheelchair to find Li Xianglian to spend the night with him.

Song Chen: "Mom is already very tired taking care of you during the day. Are you sure you want to bother her at night?"

Lin Lu took a deep breath, "Is there no room down there?"

"There's a utility room."

Haha, Lin Lu stretched out his hand to him, "Carry me up." There was no request in his tone, but more of a command.

It's very forest deer.

Song Chen took back what he had said before. This person had not changed at all, at least not in front of him. She was like a rich lady.

"My waist is not in good condition. I can't carry you on my back. I can only hold you in my arms." He opened his arms.

Lin Lu looked at him coldly: "Do you have kidney deficiency?"

Song Chen was also a man who would not give up easily. "Don't you know whether I have kidney deficiency or not?"

"Stop talking nonsense and carry me up." Lin Lu said.

Come on, stop being a groom.