Chapter 139 felt like coming home.
Seeing that there was no way to reverse the situation, Wen Yao calmed down.
Anyway, she tried her best, and one shouldn't get bogged down in emotions over things that can't be changed.
She remained calm, while Wen's father, looking at the words on the computer, nearly coughed up blood.
I've always found it strange how different I am from my parents. Whether it was my rebellious phase before marriage or after I got married and started my own family, I've always felt out of place with my family of origin.
Hearing my question, my brother's expression was inscrutable. "No, it's not that incompatible."
So, on a sunny afternoon, I sat under a tall sycamore tree and listened to my brother tell the story of how my parents first met.
That was in 19XX. My parents weren't married yet; their relationship was progressing so far that they were only one step away from getting married—meeting each other.
At that time, my unruly father had a falling out with his family and was sent to the countryside by my grandfather, who wanted to teach him a lesson.
Little did he know that before he could even taste the bitterness, he would reap the sweet rewards: my dad became instantly infatuated with my mom, who would sit by the field wearing a straw hat, and would wait for her every day.
In those days, arranged marriages were more valued than free love, and my father, being young and inexperienced, didn't dare to easily talk to his goddess.
He came up with an idea: help my mother's family with chores, and then gradually work his way up.
One late night, my father, a pampered young master who never lifts a finger, came to the field where my mother often sat, cleared away the weeds, and then, with love as his support, finished turning over an acre of land.
As dawn broke, an old man stood in front of his land in surprise. "Young man, why did you turn over my land?"
My dad was both nervous and puzzled; this uncle really didn't seem like the type to have such a beautiful daughter.
He blurted out, "Uncle, your daughter is so beautiful! I..."
"You beast!" The old man gripped the shovel tightly, his eyes wide with rage, and chased my dad wildly across the field.
In the end, my dad broke his arm.
As for why this uncle was so excited, it's simple: he only had one daughter, who was just 11 years old that year.
My mother was just accompanying a friend back to her hometown for a few days, and sitting on the edge of the field was purely accidental.
...
The countryside story was just the beginning. After returning to S City, my dad came up with even more creative ideas, such as pretending to be a fortune teller to imply to my mother that he was my destined partner, and playing tricks to scare away my love rivals...
...
Wen's father's face turned pale and then red. Why did Wen Yuan tell his sister everything?
He gritted his teeth and glared at Wen Yao, his voice stern, "Yao Yao, how could you post these things online?"
Wen Yao remained calm, "I didn't name names. Everything was anonymous, and I even added some artistic details. No one will realize it's you guys."
Wen's father took a deep breath, feeling that if Wen Yao's writing career continued, his shameful past would have nowhere to hide.
Father Wen: "Yaoyao, I remember you loved painting the most. Why have you given up painting for literature now?"
Father Wen: "Not many people like to read what you write. How about this, Dad will invest in opening an art studio for you. You can paint a little every day when you feel like it, and collect some paintings to appreciate when you're too lazy to paint. Don't worry about making a profit. What do you think?"
While Wen's father and Wen Yao were talking, Wen's mother also finished reading this chapter of the story, and she couldn't stop smiling.
"Why is nobody watching? I see quite a lot of people in Yaoyao's comment section!"
Mr. Wen's back was stiff. He turned his head to look at the comments section that Mrs. Wen had scrolled through:
[In Green JJ's crazy food consumption: So there is no water without a source, no tree without roots, Y's good mental state is obviously inherited from his parents.]
Stir-fried tomatoes with tomatoes: A friend of mine is very curious about the part about the fake fortune teller. He has cancer and hopes to see it before he dies.
Oranges are the only fruit: to question my uncle, to understand my uncle, and to surpass my uncle. If anyone dares to covet my 11-year-old daughter, I'll break their legs!
Little Rabbit Kick: What a family with such a unique way of thinking!
...
Wen Yao patted her father on the back and gently comforted him, "Dad, this chapter has very few readers."
Wen Yao: "Compared to the other explosive chapters, you are practically a normal person, and you don't stand out at all in this memoir."
That's the truth; the chapter about Wen's father is quite unremarkable in this book.
Not to mention this chapter, the other explosive chapters have also been well received by readers.
Even Wen Yao hadn't expected this. She thought she had enough crazy people and crazy things around her, but she didn't expect that this melodramatic novel world was full of wonderful things.
Many commenters said that reading her novel felt like coming home: every plot point was so familiar.
Readers left comments sharing their own wild daily experiences, such as bumping into a CEO and his secretary having sex in an elevator after a night shift, a father who is actually the uncle but the father on the household registration doesn't mind at all, and a cheating scumbag who was scared off by a burly man picking his feet...
It was a wonderful show, and each person was a star on their own.
After seeing off Mr. and Mrs. Wen, Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief; the matter was finally resolved.
Turning my head, I saw Fu Jinzhi standing in the corner, his face full of gloom.
Wen Yao: "Oh ho ho, Senior Fu."
Fu Jin stepped forward, grabbed Wen Yao's hand, and said seriously, "Yao Yao, let's go to F country two days earlier."
He can't stay in H country any longer. Several outrageous things have happened in such a short time. Perhaps he should go abroad to avoid the limelight for a while.
Wen Yao guessed some of Fu Jinzhi's thoughts and felt a sense of resonance: It's true that we should go abroad to avoid trouble. There are fewer people we know there, and fewer problems, right?
Seeing Wen Yao nod in agreement, Fu Jinzhi's tense expression instantly relaxed. He pressed Wen Yao against the door, and his lips were about to cover hers.
He needs a kiss to calm his nerves.
However, just as his face approached Wen Yao, the door suddenly moved, making a muffled sound.
Fu Yan: "Um, could you two wait a bit before kissing? I'm suffocating in there."
Fu Jinzhi and Wen Yao: "..."
When the hell did you get in there?!
When Fu Yan arrived at Moon Bay Villa, Wen Yao and the others had already finished reading the novel and came downstairs.
Seeing that her second brother and sister-in-law were still unable to lift their heads after being reprimanded, Fu Yan nervously hid behind the door.
She had finally waited for Mr. and Mrs. Wen to leave, but before she could even come out from behind the door, she was squeezed hard by the door.
With Fu Yan's vast knowledge of reading (H), she could guess what her second brother and sister-in-law were doing with her toes.
A handsome man and a beautiful woman kissing in the entryway is indeed pleasing to the eye; if it were on a video website, it would be a scene she would pay to watch.
But firstly, she can't see anything right now;
Secondly, the door panel was pressed too tightly. Just how much force did my second brother use?!
Pulling Fu Yan out from behind the door, Fu Jinzhi's eyes gleamed slightly, his voice gentle and leisurely, but the corners of his lips curled up like a scimitar, exuding a dangerous aura:
“You should be on set right now, not at my house.”
Fu Yan shrank her neck. "Second brother, I'm not a black slave. I get holidays."
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