73. His family
Yu Lingdong asked, "What's your father's name?" Lingling said, "Lingxu, the Xu that means gentle." "Ah! Is he the author of "Fragments of a Certain Era"? " Yu Lingdong suddenly asked excitedly. Lingling recalled carefully, but could only say vaguely, "I'm not sure. I only heard from my dad that he has a work called "Fragments of a Certain Era", which is very controversial in China." "Wow, that work was exhibited abroad at the time and caused quite a stir! You should be proud of your father." Yu Lingdong's tone was full of admiration, and then he asked, "Do you still have your father's paintings at home?" Lingling said regretfully, "No. After my parents passed away, the house in the mountains where our family of three lived was sold. Some of his manuscripts were thrown away by the villagers. But at their memorial service, a classmate of my father in Germany came to mourn him. He took away all his mature works and said that he would keep them for me and that I could contact him to get them when I grow up." "Do you have that person's contact information?" Yu Lingdong became interested. Yu Jinnan poured cold water on him and said, "Sister, why is business all on your mind?" Lingdong was about to retort, but was persuaded by Lingling sensibly: "No, Sister Jinnan, I hope more people will understand my father's works, and I would like to see his life more valuable. I know that sister wants to help me. I have always wanted to see more of my father's works. I even searched on the Internet, but couldn't find anything. At that time, my father's classmate left me a note with his contact information on it. I was afraid of losing it when I left my hometown, so I took a photo and kept it on my mobile phone. I am sending it to you now." She took out the photos from her mobile phone favorites and sent them to Lingdong, and then said, "I also contacted that person three years ago. I called and emailed him according to the contact information above, but there was no response." "Don't worry, sister will do her best to help you find Mr. Ling's paintings, for his daughter and for his ideals." Yu Lingdong said emotionally. Yu Langshan, who had been sitting out the conversation, seemingly absorbed in watching TV, suddenly spoke up. "Why bother being so politically strident? Different lengths of history can produce vastly different evaluations of the same people and events. Even hard minerals will weather over the course of time, and even the traces of human existence on Earth can be wiped out in an instant. Living in the present and enjoying the happiness of family is the best." Yu Langshan looked at Lingling with sympathy. In his opinion, he felt that Lingling's father's artistic career and life choices were somewhat too radical. Now Lingling...
Yu Lingdong asked, "What's your father's name?"
Ling Ling said: "Ling Xu, the Xu of gentleness."
"Ah! Is he the author of "Fragments of a Certain Era"? " Yu Lingdong suddenly asked excitedly.
Ling Ling recalled carefully, but could only vaguely say, "I'm not sure. I only heard from my dad that he had a work called 'Fragments of Time', which was very controversial in China."
"Wow, that work was exhibited abroad and caused quite a stir! You should be proud of your father," Yu Lingdong said with admiration, then asked, "Do you still have any of your father's paintings at home?"
Ling Ling said regretfully, "It's gone. After my parents passed away, our mountain house was sold. Some of his manuscripts were thrown away by the villagers. But at their memorial service, a classmate of my father's in Germany came to mourn him and took away all his mature works, saying he would keep them for me and that I could contact him to pick them up when I grow up."
"Then do you have that person's contact information?" Yu Lingdong became interested.
Yu Jinnan poured cold water on her and said, "Sister, why is business all on your mind?"
Lingdong was about to retort, but Lingling sensibly reassured him, "No, Sister Jinnan, I hope more people will learn about my father's work. I'd like to see his life become more valuable. I know you're trying to help me. I've always wanted to see more of my father's work, and I even searched online but couldn't find anything. My father's classmate left me a note with his contact information. I took a photo of it and saved it on my phone when I left home, fearing I'd lose it. I'm sending it to you now."
She found a photo from her phone's favorites and sent it to Lingdong. She then said, "I contacted that person three years ago. I called and emailed him using the contact information above, but there was no response."
"Don't worry, I will do my best to help you find Mr. Ling's paintings, for his daughter and for his ideals." Yu Lingdong said emotionally.
Yu Langshan, who had been sitting out the conversation and seemingly concentrating on watching TV, suddenly spoke up: "Why get so politically acrimonious? Different lengths of history can lead to vastly different evaluations of the same people and events. Even hard minerals will weather over the course of time, and even the traces of human existence on Earth can be wiped out in an instant. It's best to live in the present and enjoy the happiness of family."
Yu Langshan looked at Ling Ling with sympathy. In his opinion, Ling Ling's father's artistic career and life choices were somewhat too radical. Now Ling Ling was left alone, which was quite pitiful.
Yu Lingdong completely disagreed with his father's statement. "Dad, what can make us who live in the present more vibrant? It's people like Lingling's father who dare to be pioneers! What's more, in the European art market, the voices of Chinese artists can be heard. Isn't that great?"
Yu Langshan explained: "Of course I hope our voices can be conveyed in more diverse ways to deepen understanding and dispel misunderstandings."
Yu Lingdong immediately sat down beside him excitedly, put his arm around his neck and said, "Look at my dad's broad mind! This is the vision an intellectual should have. The sea embraces all rivers, and world peace is the future."
The family was chatting happily when the living room door suddenly opened a little. A small local dog came in and ran straight to Ling Ling, rubbing against her trouser leg.
"Hey, Old Yu, didn't I tell you to lock all the dogs in the yard? Lingling is coming today, don't scare her." Tong Xiaowei asked Yu Langshan.
Ling Ling smiled and said, "It's okay, Auntie. I like dogs very much, but I never had the conditions to raise one before." She found that the dog looked familiar and couldn't help but touch the little guy's raised head.
Yu Langshan didn't want to disturb Ling Ling and Yu Chuanbei's conversation, so he stood up and tried to call the dog away, "What, come here, let's go out and play."
"What?"
"Yes, that's the name of my dog." Yu Chuanbei answered Ling Ling's question.
Ling Ling picked up the puppy and looked at the name tag around its neck. The words "Shasha" were written on it with a marker. Although it was badly faded, she could still recognize it as her own handwriting.
"I wrote these two words." Ling Ling said to Chuan Bei.
"You?" Yu Chuanbei looked at her in surprise. "I indeed picked up this dog at the park where we first met. After I met you that day, I wanted to see you again the next day, so I went again. I didn't see you, but I found this little guy, so I adopted him. I didn't have time to take care of him, so I've been fostering him with my parents."
"I just resigned that day and saw this abandoned dog on the hillside. Although I really wanted to take it home to raise it, I was in a situation where I couldn't even afford to take care of myself, so I couldn't take care of it. So I wrote down this name, hoping that everyone would love it in the future, because people always like to say 'love something'. Oh, of course, and then I met you right after that." Ling Ling couldn't help but recall their first meeting that year.
Ling Ling held "Shasha" on her lap and gently stroked its soft fur. The dog was really human-like and lay obediently on her lap, enjoying the caress of an old friend whom she had not seen for a long time.
"These two children are really destined to be together." Yu Langshan said with relief.
Yu Chuanbei put his arm around Ling Ling's shoulders, his eyes filled with gratitude for being able to meet her.
Tong Xiaowei invited everyone to have a reunion dinner together. The family gathered together happily for the meal, with warm glows in their eyes and smiles to each other.
After dinner, Ling Ling wanted to clean up the dishes with Yu Chuanbei's mother and sisters, but was pulled away by Yu Chuanbei.
"Are we just leaving like this?" Ling Ling felt a little embarrassed.
"What else? Are you going to kowtow and wish a happy new year and wait for lucky money? Being with so many people from my family, no matter how easy-going they are, they are still strangers after all. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. Let's go back to our own world." He took her hand and walked towards the parking space.
Ling Ling looked at the quietly falling snow at night, but didn't want to go back so early. "We're too full. Let's take a walk in the garden in the community. The scenery here is really beautiful."
Yu Chuanbei listened to her, and the two of them walked arm in arm in arm in the snow.
"What are you thinking about?" Yu Chuanbei saw her looking at the gloomy sky, and then lowered her eyelashes thoughtfully.
Ling Ling sniffed and said, "I miss my parents a little bit."
Yu Chuanbei pulled out his arm and hugged her waist tightly, bringing her closer to his body.
Ling Ling smiled at him gratefully and said, "Seeing your family today, I felt so warm. This is the first time I've met a family like yours, where there are no complaints, reprimands, or disputes over generational status. You can joke about anything, but you never feel slighted. I've always been curious why you could so easily promise me a lifetime, why you're always so confident about our future, proposing to me so casually. It turns out that it's because your original family gave you enough psychological support. The longevity of our relationship is the result of the peace and joy they've brought you over the past thirty years. You've been surrounded by a loving environment, so you firmly believe that we can also fall in love at first sight."
"Hey, my promise and proposal to you are very serious, and it is definitely not something I said lightly. Moreover, I do believe that we will be happy, but I don't think this happiness can be easily obtained. I have never slacked off in the process." Yu Chuanbei picked out her grammatical errors.
"Okay, I get it. As long as you understand what I mean." Ling Ling pinched his strong waist.
"So, would you like to join a family like ours?"
"Again, do you really want to get married?"
"No, I didn't want to get married at all before. I thought I would never get married in my life. I just want to marry you."
Hearing his words, Ling Ling smiled sweetly, but still did not give in: "I still want to wait a little longer. I will only think about getting married when our relationship and our careers are stable enough that I feel I can start a small family."
"What an illusory vision. If you were a company coming to me for consultation, I would probably suggest replacing the entire management team." Yu Chuanbei retorted with a wry smile.
Ling Ling was amused by him. She also admired Yu Chuanbei. Whenever they discussed such a sensitive topic, he always handled it smoothly and harmlessly.
Author's Note
Liu Qiu
author
05-02
I wrote Nan Luo's extra chapter from April 2nd to May 2nd, and wrote nearly 60,000 words in a month. I was very hardworking this month. Please encourage me~~~
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