Ye Feng smiled bitterly and looked at Ye Mingzhe, as if to say, "As expected, everything can be explained."
Lingxin, whom Ye Ling'er had never met before, asked her to call her mother. Wasn't her tearful look the excitement that a mother who had lost her daughter would feel when she saw her daughter again?
No wonder she only prepared a gift for Ye Ling'er. Did she forget to prepare his, or did Aunt Ling think it was unnecessary?
All sorts of chaotic thoughts filled Ye Feng's mind. He clenched his teeth tightly and finally let out a long sigh of relief:
"I understand, Father."
Ye Feng stood up, looked at Ye Mingzhe, and spoke slowly:
"We are a family. We were, we are, and we will be in the future."
He smiled, with a hint of bitterness, a hint of relief, and a hint of longing for home.
He didn't want his home to become a place full of calculations and conspiracies. This was the last pure harbor in his heart. Even though this harbor seemed to have some unclear meanings, even though he was already capable of sailing alone, he was still full of attachment to this harbor and was unwilling to leave.
Ye Mingzhe knew very well that telling the truth now would hurt Ye Feng, but he had his reasons for doing so. What they wanted was an emperor who could compete with the sky, not a baby laughing in a warm harbor.
Since Ye Feng was destined to take this path, he could not protect Ye Feng forever. If the eagle did not leave its mother's arms, had its wings broken countless times, and had not made the decisive move of falling off a cliff, how could it possibly possess the strength to soar into the sky like an eagle.
"Dad, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, cola chicken wings, and preserved vegetables today... Can you make them for me?"
Ye Feng spoke with a smile, but there was a hint of pleading in his tone.
"Okay, I'll do it for you!"
Ye Mingzhe responded with trembling lips. He thought Ye Feng would ask who his biological parents were, but Ye Feng didn't mention it at all, which made him unable to use the words he had prepared.
The father and son had a tacit understanding. As soon as they left the study, the oppressive atmosphere disappeared without a trace. Both of them tacitly did not mention what had just happened.
At this moment, Ye Ling'er's alarm clock rang. She excitedly handed the math test paper to Ye Feng and said confidently:
"Brother, I will do everything this time and will definitely meet your requirements!"
"Oh? Then I'll have to take a closer look. Don't be too confident. I, your brother, have eagle eyes. I can spot any mistakes!"
"Don't worry, I'm absolutely confident. I'm your older brother who was admitted with the necessary skills. We share the same genes, so how could I be any worse than your sister?"
Ye Ling'er patted her chest and made the promise, with stars seeming to twinkle in her eyes.
Ye Feng was slightly startled, then he returned to normal and flicked Ye Ling'er's head:
"You said you knew it, but you wrote out the formula, and yet you added a minus sign in front of it."
"Brother, this doesn't count. This doesn't count. I will do it. This is an accident!"
Ye Ling'er rushed forward and tried to snatch the paper back to revise it, but Ye Feng just raised his hand, and Ye Ling'er could not touch it.
"Brother, I really will do it!"
"Sit down and I'll give you the score!"
Ye Ling'er sat down reluctantly, waiting for Ye Feng to grade the papers. Ye Mingzhe looked at this scene and smiled happily.
In the noisy family environment, the family finished the meal warmly. Under Ye Ling'er's repeated requests, Ye Feng lowered his demands and agreed to Ye Ling'er's conditions.
Looking at Ye Ling'er who was as happy as a child, Ye Feng also smiled happily. At this moment, it felt like home.
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At night, in the study
"He's gone?"
Lingxin waited for Ye Feng to leave for a long time before she came out of the void. She could see that Ye Mingzhe's usually resolute eyes were full of emotional fluctuations, sadness and reluctance.
Ye Mingzhe sat on the chair and nodded slowly, glancing at the photo of a family of three placed on the desk. He felt complicated. He was not Ye Feng's father but he was also Ye Feng's father.
But he is also one of the weavers of the cage of lies that now traps Ye Feng, one of the most important weavers.
He loves Ye Feng, and this father-son relationship has never been false in the past eighteen years. He truly regards Ye Feng as his own child.
Lingxin gently massaged Ye Mingzhe's tense brows and spoke softly:
"I can see that you are very sad. Are you and your son really going to come to this?"
"It was never my intention for things to develop into what they are now, and I never thought of pushing my son away. He, like Ling'er, is my child.
But I also know that it was inevitable for Feng'er to take this path. He has too much on his shoulders, and he shouldn't have a weakness like family. Or rather, he can't have a weakness."
Ye Mingzhe picked up the hot tea at hand, drank it in one gulp with mixed emotions, and muttered to himself:
"The Emperor is lonely, and the road to becoming an Emperor is filled with endless challenges. His journey has just begun!"
Lingxin pursed her lips and said nothing more. The study was quiet, like a silent war song, cheering for the emperor on his expedition.
Ye Feng walked on the street, tightening his clothes. He did not ask the driver to pick him up, nor did he use spiritual power to return to the house.
He wanted to walk alone. The sky was black, the street lights were bright, and he... was lonely.
The shadow shortened, lengthened, shortened, and lengthened again... Over and over again, he didn't know how many streets he had walked. He only saw children playing and fighting on the roadside from time to time, and their parents sitting on chairs chatting, warm and beautiful.
"ha"
Ye Feng clasped his hands together, exhaled a breath of hot air, and tried to regain the feeling he had before.
But he is now a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. This temperature can no longer hurt him. He can no longer find the time when he was a child and shivered from the cold, and he could close his palms and blow out a breath of hot air to make his frozen hands feel a little warm.
Ye Feng shoved his hands into his pockets impatiently and took out his phone. There were many messages on it, from his sister, Shen Xinyu, Ye Jinyan...
He replied briefly, opened the map, and smiled bitterly:
"Have you come this far?"
He was more than ten kilometers away from Lingxin's house. He walked along the road to a place he had never been to in Jiangcheng and it was quite unfamiliar to him.
It's not that this place is remote, on the contrary it is full of lights and wine. Under the red and green lights, some girls stand behind the transparent glass, leaning against the windows upstairs, and hook their hands at the men "passing by", as if they are communicating in their own unique language, and passers-by with their intentions will understand what they mean.
Yes, the reason why Ye Feng had never been here was because this was a charming street that only opened its arms to passers-by at night.
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