No amount of scolding will help; cherishing what you have now is the most important thing.
Wiping away their tears, they stroked Lin Congzhi's face with their calloused hands while intently watching their beloved son, whom they hadn't seen for many years.
Feeling the stinging pain on his face, Lin Congzhi's tears, which he had stopped, welled up again. He scolded, "Mom and Dad, didn't we tell you not to do farm work? Why are you still doing it?"
Mr. and Mrs. Lin replied, "We're idle at home with nothing to do, so we can only do some farm work to pass the time and stretch our muscles."
Lin Cong's chin trembled as he said excitedly, "Don't do it again."
Mr. and Mrs. Lin refused to budge: "This is unacceptable unless you give us a grandson or granddaughter."
After only a few sentences, the topic of marriage came up, catching Lin Congzhi off guard. He never expected that even someone as outstanding as him would be pressured by his family to get married.
It seems that in China, marriage is considered a top priority by parents.
"Mom and Dad, can't you two stay home all the time?"
Mr. and Mrs. Lin argued logically: "How can we stay idle? We're not the kind of people who know how to enjoy life."
Lin Congzhi suggested, "You'll learn it slowly."
“People like us who are used to manual labor can’t learn this,” Lin’s parents replied, then changed the subject: “You’re not a child anymore, how long do you plan to drag this out?”
When this topic came up, Lin Congzhi had no confidence at all, because his relationship with Jiang Yimei was still far from over.
Seeing their son remain silent, Mr. and Mrs. Lin frowned and asked, "Are you still waiting for that girl?"
Lin Congzhi was somewhat resistant: "Mom and Dad, can you please leave me alone?"
Mr. and Mrs. Lin advised, "That girl is nice, but you haven't seen her for many years. Maybe she's already married. You shouldn't wait for her anymore."
"Uncle and Aunt, my sister-in-law is not married."
Upon hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Lin noticed that there was a third person present.
Turning their heads, they were somewhat surprised to see a handsome young man: "Who...who is he?"
Lin Congzhi explained, "He is a junior colleague I met in the United States, named Gao Jiakai. You can call him Xiaokai."
"Oh! So it's Mr. Gao."
Mr. and Mrs. Lin nodded, indicating that they understood.
The name "Mr. Gao" sounded unfamiliar, and Gao Jiakai was a little bothered: "Uncle and Aunt, please don't be so formal, just call me Xiaokai."
"Alright, alright!" Since the guests insisted, Mr. and Mrs. Lin felt awkward refusing; however, they were curious why Xiao Kai wasn't home for the Mid-Autumn Festival and instead came to their house: "Xiao Kai, what are you doing here..."
Lin Congzhi explained: "Xiao Kai is an American, and his parents have passed away. It was Mid-Autumn Festival, and I was afraid he would be lonely, so I brought him back to celebrate the holiday."
Mr. and Mrs. Lin suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."
Actually, this young man is quite pitiful. Although he is very good-looking, his family is unhappy.
Over the years, Gao Jiakai has already weathered the storm, so he wasn't too heartbroken.
He still faces life with a smile and optimism: "Uncle and Aunt, Brother Lin is my elder brother. Just treat me like your son."
"Oh, it seems we've gotten a son for free."
Mr. and Mrs. Lin looked at each other and laughed heartily, their smiles beaming.
A smile appeared on Lin Congzhi's lips; he felt that this was actually quite good.
"It's windy outside, let's come inside and chat."
"Okay! Your parents have so much to say, and tonight they're going to unleash it all on you like a machine gun..."
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