"Why should I tell you? This was all your conspiracy." Lu Jiayu said angrily.
Jiang Chu asked in a young voice: "Don't you want to know who you really are? Don't you want to see the person you love the most again?"
"I'm Lu Jiayu from the Lu family of Xin Guo. Who else could I be? Of course, my parents and relatives are the ones I love the most. They are all by my side, and I can see them whenever I want." Lu Jiayu snorted coldly.
"Really? Are they really the people you want to see the most?" Jiang Chunian asked.
"Of course!" Lu Jiayu answered firmly.
Jiang Chu Nian looked at him quietly and said softly, "But there is someone who loves you deeply. Even though he is poor and destitute, he is still desperately pursuing the truth and desperately pursuing you."
For some reason, Lu Jiayu's eyes felt sore and she almost couldn't control her tears from falling.
He pressed his chest, which felt sore and swollen and uncomfortable.
"What did you do to me? What on earth did you do to me?"
Lu Jiayu questioned Jiang Chunian, but couldn't help but shed tears.
Jiang Chunian took out a tissue and handed it to him: "I didn't do anything to you. I just heard what you wanted."
"What?" Lu Jiayu didn't understand.
He didn't seem to have said anything to her?
"That painting." Jiang Chunian reminded him.
"Painting?" Lu Jiayu looked at her in shock. "What did you see?"
"I saw love and warmth, but also your forgotten pursuit." Jiang Chunian looked at him: "You look very happy, with the love of parents and relatives, and a bright future, but deep down you are still confused. You don't know who you are, you don't know where you come from, and deep in your soul there is an inseparable love that guides you to find it.
But you don't know what you're looking for. You instinctively fall in love with the beautiful sunflower. You feel that deep within the sunflower is what you want, but you don't know what it is you want. You keep searching. And I hear the sound of your pursuit.
Jiang Chu said in a young voice: "I just let you see what you have been pursuing in your heart."
"What's this thing I've been searching for?" Lu Jiayu recalled the mother and son in her dream and couldn't help but clutch her hand over her chest. "Is this what I've been searching for? But why? I clearly don't know them, I've clearly never seen them before, so why am I so sad, so upset?"
"Who are they?" Jiang Chunian asked.
"A mother and son." Lu Jiayu answered subconsciously.
"What do they look like?" Jiang Chunian continued to ask.
Lu Jiayu wanted to recall, but he couldn't. He only remembered a pair of light blue eyes. He covered his head and said, "I don't remember. I only remember that they had a pair of light blue eyes, just like glass, very beautiful."
"How do you know you don't know them?" Jiang Chu asked in a young voice.
"I'm sure I don't know them. I don't remember seeing them before, but when I saw them, they felt so familiar, as if they were me and my own mother."
Lu Jiayu was confused and puzzled. "But I have my own mother. She's not like that at all, and I wasn't like that when I was a kid either. I was very weak when I was little, and there was no way I could run around as freely and act as mischievous as he does."
"What if I say it's really you?" Jiang Chunian asked.
"Impossible, that's impossible." Lu Jiayu shook his head, not believing it at all.
"But I want to tell you, that is indeed you, and that mother is indeed your biological mother." Jiang Chunian said with certainty.
"Impossible." Lu Jiayu subconsciously retorted: "I am a genuine new Chinese, with black hair and black eyes—"
"But your facial features are more profound than those of the average New Chinese, and your nose is also a typical Western hooked nose." Jiang Chunian interrupted him: "This is your genetic inheritance."
Lu Jiayu was stunned, but still found it hard to believe: "Chinese people don't all have flat facial features. Some have deep, three-dimensional features, and some have hooked noses."
"You're right. Does anyone in your family have it?" Jiang Chunian asked, "Does anyone in your parents' family have it?"
Lu Jiayu was speechless.
He actually didn't pay much attention to his nose at first, but one day, his grandmother suddenly said, "Xiaoyu's nose is getting less and less like the noses of our Zhou and Lu families. Instead, it's becoming more and more like those of foreigners. Could it be that he's lived abroad for so long that his appearance has become similar to that of foreigners?"
Grandpa also disliked it: "I remember when I was a child, my nose was not hooked, it was straight and beautiful. How come it changed after growing up? In my opinion, you shouldn't grow up in this foreign country. You children look like foreigners."
He later asked his mother about it. Her expression froze for a moment before she hugged him and coaxed him: "Don't listen to grandpa and grandma's nonsense. Our Xiaoyu has always looked like this since she was a child. She's very handsome, even prettier than her brother. She's my favorite baby."
Later, he began to learn painting and focused all his attention on painting, and he no longer cared about these things as much as he did when he was young.
Now these memories were dug out from the corner by Jiang Chunian.
Lu Jiayu can no longer easily coax herself into submission like she did when she was young.
He knew very well that the hooked nose was a familial and racial trait. No one in his family had a hooked nose, but he was born with one, which was very abnormal.
"This doesn't mean anything." Lu Jiayu became restless and still struggled.
Jiang Chunian said, "You won't believe me even if I tell you a thousand or ten thousand things. Why not let you tell me what happened yourself?"
Lu Jiayu was nervous: "What do you want to do?"
"Don't worry, I'm just letting you sleep and have a dream. When you wake up, you'll know what happened." Jiang Chunian raised his eyebrows: "You don't dare?"
Lu Jiayu swallowed hard, his mind telling him he couldn't do it, because once he did it, there would be no going back.
But the images of the mother and son flashed through his mind, and the feeling of pain and loss made him unable to let go.
Then give it a try.
Maybe it won't be that serious?
There was a recliner next to them. Jiang Chunian asked Lu Jiayu to lie down on the chair, close her eyes, and relax her whole body.
But Lu Jiayu couldn't relax.
"Just imagine yourself wandering in a sea of sunflowers. They are so beautiful and warm that they can wipe away all the haze in the world." Jiang Chunian's voice was soft and calm, and he soon helped Lu Jiayu relax.
She drew a talisman in the air and pressed it between his eyebrows. Lu Jiayu's nerves tensed up, but he felt a cool breeze coming in from between his eyebrows, like a gust of wind that blew away the heavy fog in his mind.
There seemed to be a palace in front of me, with the door closed tightly, hiding unknown secrets inside.
He walked slowly to the door, and after a long time he finally pushed it open. Time passed through the air, and he clearly saw himself turning into a little child, and the woman in his dream who made him feel warm and familiar finally had a clear face.
She kissed his cheek: "Hi, baby."
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