Chapter 517 There is nothing to worry about in the world, only mediocre people worry about it

If you calm down, you will naturally feel cool. I don’t know which genius came up with this saying.

Very deceptive.

Under the palm tree, another big umbrella was opened.

The twins, wearing bear bib pants, sat on the beach with their chubby bare feet playing a sand digging game.

There was sand all over his chubby face.

These two little savages will explode into hairy chestnuts if they are not set.

From a distance, it looks like a city wall has been built.

Suddenly, the city wall moved.

Lin Yiyi lay on the beach, with one hand behind her head, shaking the empty water bottle.

He began to order the little savage around, "Mozi."

"Hmm?" Mozi turned his head to look at his masked mother, whose eyes were only exposed.

"Can you bring some water to Mommy?"

"snort."

Mozai didn't want to go, so he just squatted in a ball and hummed.

Unfilial son, Lin Yiyi changed a little meat dumpling and asked, "Youyou, can you help me?"

"don't want."

Youyou also refused.

Rejected again, two unfilial sons.

"I'm going to report you. When your dad comes, I'm going to tell him that you stabbed me with a dart."

Lin Yiyi had just finished her threat when two pairs of eyes swept over at the same time.

Mozi's eyes suddenly widened, and he stood up in fear, "I'll get it for you."

He dropped the shovel and ran away.

It was less than ten meters away and he quickly ran back.

Yang Ying came over with a water bottle and handed it to Lin Yiyi, whose legs were buried in the sand.

"Thank you, Mom."

Lin Yiyi took the kettle with a smile, took a sip of warm water, covered the lid, and then lay down on the beach.

After spending every day together, even though they are not related by blood, she truly feels the caring and thoughtful relationship between family members.

The feeling of distance and detail is really addictive.

Yang Ying did not leave. She wrapped her grandson's towel around her hair and then lay down on the beach side by side with her.

The sky is blue and the clouds are white.

If you close your eyes, you can hear more sounds: the sound of the waves, the sound of sand under your feet, the rustle of palm leaves in the wind...

After a long while, Yang Ying called out in a leisurely and graceful manner, "Yi Yi."

"Um?"

"Um?"

Youyou and Mozi, two yes-men, pretended to be people. From their childish voices, one could tell that they were the two naughty kids.

Yang Ying laughed so hard that the atmosphere was ruined. "Don't agree to anything, you naughty boy!"

Youyou looked at his younger brother, and the two little brothers grinned like kittens who were smug about stealing a fish.

“…”

Lin Yiyi smiled faintly, without opening her eyes, and asked in a softer voice, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Seeing how clear-headed she was, Yang Ying felt it difficult to say what she was about to say. After thinking about it, she changed her way of speaking.

"Yiyi, if you were like Jiasheng, wise, taciturn, and serious, you could navigate the world of fame and fortune with ease.

Do you think you will be happy if you can do everything extremely well? "

Lin Yiyi didn't answer because the answer was obvious.

She won't.

"You won't."

Yang Ying was very confident, with a hint of guilt in her tone, "Because Jiasheng himself is not happy like this, his daily life is all about fame and fortune, which is actually very tiring."

"Do you know how Jiasheng described his life before he met you?"

"…have no idea."

Lin Yiyi scratched her palms. She never dared to ask about his past, for fear of bringing up bad memories, which should be painful and numb.

But she also felt that these simple words could not describe even one of the myriad things she had experienced.

"He said he was living in a deep pit and no one would pull him out, and people would throw gravel and dead branches down there every day.

They smashed his head until it bled and made fun of him."

“We all look at the same sky and breathe the same air, but people are different.”

Yang Ying suppressed her heartache and tried to speak in the calmest tone possible.

"Later, he climbed up on the gravel and branches mixed with his blood and sweat. When he was about to climb out, he met you."

Yang Ying recalled that on her birthday last year, she witnessed Zhong Jiasheng going crazy, violent and irrational. She didn't want to experience that scene again.

For a mother, she was totally derelict in her duty.

"He told us that you took him to a place where even the air was filled with a fragrant aroma."

“You will hug him gently, coax him, kiss him, and always smile gently and patiently with him.

I will remind you to love and care for him, and let him love himself first, instead of considering a lot of relationships and responsibilities and making him feel wronged and retreat.

You will always stand by him and even protect him.

Even if you are a timid and money-loving person, you will always stand bravely by his side.

I have always chosen him, accompanied him, believed in him, and never doubted him once."

"In his heart, Lin Yiyi will always be the most gentle, kind, lovely and innocent person."

She is also the most important person to him, a person who is more related to him than his parents by blood.

Some feelings are difficult to make up for once they are lost. Yang Ying is very grateful to Lin Yiyi in her heart, but she is also very conflicted. When she thinks about it carefully, everything seems to be destined.

Her son was left in the north just to wait for the beauty in his heart.

“….”

Lin Yiyi pursed her lips, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something but said nothing.

She just felt as if her heart was full of green fruits, which made her feel sour and swollen.

“So you don’t need to feel inferior or even self-denial, nor do you need to live according to other people’s definitions.

There are already too many people in Vanity Fair. You don’t want to be that kind of person, and you don’t need to be that kind of person.”

…

The wind blows past my ears, leaving no trace.

Suddenly, Lin Yiyi felt that her "cold" seemed to be healed.

Yes, I feel relieved.

She should be herself.

The imperfect and real self.

When the sunset fills the sky, the wind brings the aroma of barbecue and he can be seen as soon as I open my eyes.

Lin Yiyi blinked her watery eyes at Zhong Jiasheng and silently called out his nickname.

Causing a warning look from the man.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

"I want a hug!"

Mozi and Youyou dropped their buckets and shovels, grabbed Zhong Jiasheng's trouser legs and jumped for a hug.

Zhong Jiasheng instantly had a few dirty handprints on his trouser legs. He smiled helplessly and said, "Did the two troublemakers bully Mommy again?"

Youyou shook his head, "No~"

"Hmph." Mozi was unhappy and pouted.

Zhong Jiasheng squatted down, opened his arms and held a little black pig in each arms, but his eyes were fixed on the people who were enjoying the scenery, and his tone was teasing.

"Then why are you building a sand house on Mommy's legs?"

"Daddy said that wherever Mommy is, there is home." Mozi said, tilting his head and blinking his big eyes.

“….”

Lin Yiyi almost broke down in tears. That was impossible. How could a filial son who didn't even bring water to his old mother say such words?

It's just that I'm afraid she will complain.

She kicked the sand pit house open, stood up swiftly, and dragged her husband to the camping barbecue spot.

The two little ones, who had not been with their daddy for long, started squeaking behind them.

Zhong Jiasheng held her hand tightly and ran into the sunset with her.

Under the tent at the camping site, tableware has been placed on the built dining table.

Mr. Zhong and his wife drank low-alcohol drinks together and enjoyed the Friday evening together.

"Aying, time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, we are all old."

"It's you who's old, not me." Yang Ying felt very unhappy and the words spoken in front of her were not pleasant at all.

Zhong Bangyou chuckled. She was still the same as before, but time had left traces of years on his face.

"Yes, I am old."

...

Late at night, the weather suddenly changed and it started to rain heavily.

Sun Fei had just come out of the hospital ward, but the heavy rain blocked her way home.

She waited for a long time before she finally hailed a taxi. After getting in the car, she leaned against the glass window and looked at the rain outside.

My mood is just like the rain, suddenly feeling upset.

I had to endure the high cost of surgery and a bunch of miscellaneous expenses afterwards.

Why didn't that person reply? Did he no longer need Yang Yuhao's whereabouts and company information?

What should she do if he really doesn't need her or finds someone else?

When she thought of this possibility, Sun Fei couldn't help but tremble in her heart and her scalp exploded.

Why does an economic crisis happen at this critical moment?