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Ye Wenyu smiled encouragingly at him, but in her heart she began to worry. If a man only starts to think about being independent at the age of 28, can he really be independent?
Like a caged bird, kept in a cage since it was a baby, if one day the cage is opened and it is released to fly away, it will most likely die outside.
Some birds are born to yearn for freedom, their wings gleaming with the light of freedom. But some birds, like domesticated poultry that have been raised for hundreds of years, have forgotten how to fly.
Therefore, Ye Wenyu said to Lin Tingxuan, "Wanting to be independent is a good thing, but you should discuss things with your family first, like your dad and your mom—"
Lin Tingxuan was stunned for a moment before slowly saying, "My father has been bedridden for many years, and his consciousness is sometimes clear and sometimes confused. I don't even know where my mother is now. My sister is a silly girl who only knows how to dress up. Who can I talk to?" His voice was unusually hoarse, as if he had suddenly contracted a serious throat ailment.
"Like with your older brother?"
"No, absolutely not! He's the one who made me who I am today! If he knew I was planning to become independent, he would only laugh at me, discourage me, and try to stop me." Lin Tingxuan's face turned ashen again, and his words became fierce. As he spoke, his body trembled slightly, and his hands clenched into fists, as if Lin Tingfeng had instilled in him immense fear and hatred.
Ye Wenyu could only say softly, "Then you can discuss it with me. For example, if a company invites you for an interview, just let me know. I used to work outside a lot, so I can give you some experience."
A warm feeling washed over Lin Tingxuan. He smiled brightly and said to her happily, "Okay, definitely!"
Ye Wenyu could only smile. Her sincerity stemmed from a desire for Lin Tingxuan to be happier.
At the same time, she began to feel anxious, her heart burning with unease. If Lin Tingfeng knew that his younger brother had come to see her repeatedly, and that the two of them were even discussing Lin Tingxuan's independence, would he be angry if he knew the truth?
With Ye Wenyu's promise, Lin Tingxuan left happily, his steps as light as if he were stepping on a spring.
Ye Wenyu escorted him to the parking area at the school gate. He was driving a white Porsche sports car, the body of which matched his white clothes. Watching him get in and speed away, Ye Wenyu couldn't help but feel worried and suspicious. Lin Tingfeng said Lin Tingxuan had a mental illness. So, how could someone with a mental illness get a driver's license and drive? If Lin Tingxuan really did have a mental illness, driving such a sports car like lightning on the road, wouldn't he be a ticking time bomb?
It's unbelievable! What's real and what's fake?
Ye Wenyu couldn't figure it out, feeling completely lost. She shook her head and decided not to think about it anymore. If it didn't concern her, she would stay out of it. The Lin family was like a profound and difficult math book; if she couldn't understand it, she wouldn't bother studying it.
She went back to the classroom to attend class, but after just one class, a boy at the classroom door told her that someone was looking for her.
Ye Wenyu stormed out, thinking that Lin Tingxuan was indeed a lunatic. He had just come to see her in the morning and was now coming again in the afternoon. Could he be pestering her? If he continued to harass her like this, she would definitely tell Lin Tingfeng.
However, when she walked out of the classroom, she found that it was not Lin Tingxuan. Standing in front of her, smiling slightly, were three people: an unfamiliar middle-aged woman dressed in cheap and gaudy clothes; a somewhat familiar middle-aged man, tired and obese, dressed very casually and cheaply; and a little boy of three or four years old holding his hand. The little boy's clothes were obviously a bit dirty and too big, which showed that he came from a poor family.
Who are they? Why are they looking for her?
Ye Wenyu stared at them with wide eyes, racking her brains but unable to remember who they were.
Seeing that she seemed confused, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, stepped forward, and greeted Ye Wenyu warmly, "Xiaoyu, I'm your father. Don't you recognize me?"
"Her father?" Ye Wenyu took a step back in shock, gasping for breath, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. She looked closely at the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar man. Her hazy childhood memories gradually became clearer. When she was only three or four years old, her father did indeed resemble the man before her. In her memory, he was much thinner and younger than the man in front of her. Back then, his eyes still had a sparkle, and his temples weren't gray. The father in her memory was clearly a real-life version of him with multiple filters applied, while she, as a child, was about the same height as the little boy he was now holding hands with.
When the middle-aged man saw that Ye Wenyu recognized him, he immediately pulled the little boy to her side, and the middle-aged woman beside him followed with a smile.
Her father said warmly, "Xiaoyu, I heard you got into university and I should have come to see you a long time ago, but I've been working and too busy. I only managed to find time to come now. Come, this is your little brother." Then he bent down and smiled at the three or four-year-old boy, saying, "This is your sister. Say hello to her."
"Sister—" came a crisp voice.
Ye Wenyu swayed in fright, her face turning deathly pale in an instant. This was absurd! When did she suddenly have another younger brother? Ever since she followed Lin Tingfeng and became rich overnight, she suddenly had many relatives. Now she had two fathers and three younger brothers. She glanced fearfully at the completely unfamiliar middle-aged woman. When Ye Wenyu looked at her, the woman immediately smiled like a flower. Ye Wenyu thought frantically, soon she would have another mother!
Seeing Ye Wenyu standing there like a wooden pillar, her big eyes wide with shock, her biological father, Ye Dawei, immediately stepped forward and asked with concern, "Xiaoyu, are you alright?"
Ye Wenyu finally came to her senses, suppressing her anger as she looked at her biological father.
I vaguely remember when I was little, on days when it rained heavily and there was puddles outside, my father would always fold a white paper boat for her. Then he would take her little hand and lead her outside to place the white paper boat on the puddles. The father and daughter would keep fanning the paper boat with their hands, shouting encouragement to urge it to move forward quickly.
Ye Wenyu was very young at the time, and her hands were small. The wind she fanned was not enough to propel the small boat. However, her father's hands were as big as palm-leaf fans, and his voice was as loud as a gong. He fanned the wind with his hands, making the paper boat move forward at full speed, and Ye Wenyu excitedly shouted from the side.
A crisp laugh pierced through the clouds and reached the sky.
At that time, my father and mother were not yet divorced. Although they lived a frugal life, they were very happy.
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