Seeing that Lin Qingyou didn't speak, Lin Fugui went to look at Lin Chuan.
“Dachuan, we were wrong in the past. We didn’t know you were living like that with your uncle, and we didn’t know your aunt’s character. Now that you’ve grown up, become successful, and come home, I won’t blame you for making decisions on your own. Talk to your father and see if we can still live together as a family.”
"Your grandma and I don't need to live in the big house. We can just stay in the little house to the north. We'll just need a couple more pairs of chopsticks. We definitely won't cause you any trouble. Da Chuan, is that alright?"
Lin Fugui's attitude is really good, but listen to what the old man said. Even in this situation, he still wants to suppress him.
Lin Chuan chuckled lightly, "Sir, what are you saying? You're not blaming me for acting on my own? What right do you have?"
Lin Fugui looked at Lin Chuan in front of him; he was such a stranger.
His gaze was deep and his expression resolute.
He didn't seem like a 22-year-old at all; he was more like an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
With just one glance, Lin Fugui knew that Lin Chuan was now heartless and would absolutely not let them return.
"Da Chuan, please forgive me for saying the wrong thing. Don't you care? Don't you really care about our family ties? I'm your own grandfather!"
Lin Fugui started playing the emotional card.
A snowflake landed on Lin Chuan's face and melted instantly.
My face felt cool and icy.
Then, more snowflakes began to fall.
Lin Chuan raised his head and reached out to catch the falling snowflakes.
This is the first snow of the year.
The snowflakes fell into my palm and melted into water.
Lin Chuan raised his arm and looked at the snowflakes of various shapes on his sleeve, his thoughts drifting away for a moment.
On this day in my past life, it was still the first snow of that year.
Because Da Ya was missing, he went out and searched for her for several days, but there was still no news.
There's been no word from the police station either.
He lost Chunmai, his youngest daughter, and now his eldest daughter; his heart was filled with unspeakable pain.
It started snowing on his way back to Yuquan Village, and the snow fell heavier and heavier, as if trying to freeze his whole heart.
He stood before the graves of Xu Chunmai and his youngest daughter, letting the heavy snow engulf him.
He was repenting; he couldn't save Chunmai and his youngest daughter, and he couldn't even keep the only daughter Chunmai gave birth to for him.
He had no idea where his daughter was suffering.
When he was standing there stiffly, and it was getting dark, he finally took heavy steps and slowly made his way back home.
There was no warmth in the house; he, Xu Chunmai, and their child lived in a simple warehouse on the west side.
When Xu Chunmai was alive, they were able to light a stove and heat the kang (a heated brick bed).
Now, everything is cold.
Even colder were Wu Chunhua and Lin Youfu.
They flung open the door, and heavy snow, along with a biting wind, rushed in.
"Lin Chuan, you don't do any work, you don't earn any money, and you don't even come home to cook. What are you trying to do?"
“Dachuan, where have you been? You haven’t done anything. We’ve raised you for so many years for nothing. Chunmai is gone, Daya is lost, we’re heartbroken, but we can get another wife, we can have another child. Is this how you end up not caring about us? Do you even want to stay in this family?”
The accusations made by Wu Chunhua and Lin Youfu still echo in his ears.
Not long after that, Zhou Xiuying and Lin Fugui also braved the heavy snow to come over.
Lin Chuan looked at the person in front of him and only said one sentence, "I went to look for Da Ya, but I couldn't find her."
His voice was pale and full of pain.
But none of the people present could feel his pain.
Zhou Xiuying yelled, "Da Ya is just a little girl, she can't carry on the family line, why are you being sent out to find her like this?"
Lin Fugui chimed in, "That's right, you're a blessed son, so you should be filial to your blessings. Not earning money and not coming home to work, you're really unfilial!"
"I didn't like that girl, Da Ya. It's okay if she's gone. I'll find a capable wife and have a couple more sons later."
"Hurry up and go cook for your parents. They haven't eaten yet, and it's all your fault!"
"Lin Chuan, you're really pathetic to act like this for a woman and that brat."
"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have let you marry Xu Chunmai. You can't have a son."
Zhou Xiuying and Lin Fugui talked back and forth, and all the accusations filled the air.
Lin Chuan still remembers that feeling of helplessness and heart-wrenching pain.
"Da Chuan? Da Chuan, say something." Lin Fugui's voice came again, pulling Lin Chuan back to reality.
Grandfather?
These words are truly ironic.
Do you want him to soften his heart?
impossible!
"Grandpa, you and Grandma couldn't stand Wu Chunhua's company so quickly? Didn't you used to have Fu who was good to you and Chunhua who was good to you? Let me tell you, there's no medicine for regret in this world."
"Back then, it was you who made the decision to adopt me into Lin Youfu's family. I've stayed here for as many years as you have. I won't be soft-hearted, never!"
Hearing Lin Chuan's cold, hard voice, Zhou Xiuying and Lin Fugui's last hope was extinguished.
They went to see Lin Qingyou with no other choice.
Lin Qingyou pursed his lips. "Da Chuan, I'm going back to my room now."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Lin Chuan's face was expressionless.
The snow fell heavily, covering the ground and turning it white in no time.
Zhou Xiuying's hands trembled. "Dachuan, are you... are you really so heartless?"
Lin Chuan smirked, "Favors? Are you even human?"
"Yuanbao, chase them away."
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