Lin Yi felt ashamed that he had not figured this out until now.
Lin Guoqing had just made a long speech, but Ms. Yu Xiujuan had been unable to get a word in. Now she finally got a chance to encourage him: "Lin Yi, I will always believe that you are the best. My son, no matter what her wealth, even the United States
The president’s daughter deserves it!”
Mother's love is always blind.
"ha!"
Lin Yi's mood improved because of these words.
"The reason why I didn't tell you about Gu Caiwei is because she is in her third year of high school now, and I was afraid that you would think that I would affect my studies."
"Actually, you also know that my grades have been steadily improving since my sophomore year in high school."
"So don't think too much, I will take care of these things. Her mother doesn't need you to come forward, I can explain it clearly."
In order to avoid further complications, Lin Yi had decided not to let Gu Caiwei get through the trouble, and had to directly intervene in the affairs between mother and daughter.
"You can handle it best, so we won't say more."
Lin Guoqing was very pleased to see that Lin Yi was able to remain calm in the face of this situation, and he really looked like an adult.
"By the way, when Mother Gu came here yesterday, I was too excited and what I said might not be pleasant to the ears. If you meet her, please apologize to her for me."
"They are actually quite well-educated. Our family background is not as good as ours, so we can't be rude anymore."
"Don't worry, I will tell her."
They had no problem, but Lin Yi had a small problem: "Mom, where did you find Gu Caiwei's painting? Why can't you find it?"
"Oh, you found something, don't accuse me casually. It was in that wall cabinet. You didn't put it away yourself. As soon as I opened it, it fell off by itself."
"Hey son, is that her in person in that painting? Do you have any photos for me to see..."
Ms. Yu Xiujuan's talent seems to be that she quickly loses her worries, her attention has strayed to Java, and the topic is getting further and further away.
After dinner, Lin Yi turned on a small desk lamp in his room and did his homework.
Although he never opened his schoolbag at home when he was a freshman in high school and a sophomore in high school, now that he is a senior in high school, he has to give some face to the big boss, the college entrance examination.
"Knock knock", knock on the door.
"Come in."
Surprisingly, it was Lin Guoqing who opened the door.
Usually when Lin Yi is doing homework, Ms. Yu Xiujuan usually comes in and hangs around in the name of delivering fruit or milk.
"What are you busy with?"
"Do your homework."
Lin Guoqing didn't understand these things, so he just took a few casual glances to make sure that his son was concentrating on reviewing his homework.
There were no other chairs in the room, so he sat directly on the end of the bed and said as if making a casual conversation: "Lin Yi, I haven't asked you before, where do you plan to go to college?"
Lin Yi had an idea: "I don't think I can pass the exam. I plan to go to the capital."
"The capital is very nice. It is the capital after all. I have always wanted to visit." Lin Guoqing seemed to be speechless after saying this, and the air fell into a brief silence.
"Dad, do you have anything to say?"
Lin Guoqing hesitated for a moment. Thinking of his son's behavior in the afternoon, he could already talk about something seriously.
"Lin Yi, I've been thinking about your childhood these past two days."
"I named you Junjie, but you didn't seem to like it. At that time, I didn't know there was a Singaporean male singer with this name."
"Later on, you got the nickname Lin Yi, and you stubbornly asked me and your mother to use the same nickname."
"I don't know why. Maybe some kids in school laughed at you, so we all accepted it naturally."
"I chose this name for you, of course, because I hope you will become a talented person."
"However, I don't expect you to become rich and prosperous, as long as you go further than me and see higher than me."
Regarding the name matter, they had never talked about it in their previous life. Lin Yi thought that father and son would always maintain a tacit understanding of not speaking.
"My whole life, I've lived a bit of a blur."
"Your grandpa didn't die early. I was about the same age as you when I entered the factory. That was because the factory took care of our family and gave us this quota."
"Later, I will work down-to-earth in the factory, give your aunt off to get married, wait until your uncle grows up and start a family, and finally provide for your grandma until the end of her life."
"When I finish all this work, when I look back and look at you, I find that you are already so old, and all the ideas you had when you were young have disappeared."
"Look, most of my life I can only talk about a few words."
Lin Yi knew how much honor, shame and struggle were contained in such a few simple words.
In his previous life, when he was tortured by 996 and overwhelmed by the crisis of unemployment at the age of 35, Father Lin, who was older than now, mocked him like this after drinking:
"I think this is what happens to a big factory like yours. It seems like you give me a lot of money, but you are actually paying for your life."
At that time, what Lin Yi envied most was the sense of domineering and security of "your worker grandfather" that was revealed in his words.
In fact, he should have thought that this sense of security was never a gift from anyone, but turned the stormy waves of life into small waves countless times.
Lin Guoqing has never talked about his past like he does today.
Complex thoughts echoed in Lin Yi's mind, making him a little distracted: "Dad, what do you want to say?"
"Lin Yi, what I want to say is that I have been like this all my life, but I hope you won't be like this."
"I hope you can be free, do whatever you want, and pursue the life you want."
"I hope you don't have to look forward or backward, don't have to be timid, boldly go where you want to go, and love the person you love."
"I want you to live the life I only imagined when I was young."
At this moment, Lin Yi's shock was indescribable.
He seemed to have just realized that he had never really understood the man in front of him.
My father was not born with a beer belly, nor was he a taciturn middle-aged man from the beginning who only sat on the sofa and watched "Xinwen Lianbo" and "Cross-Strait".
He was also a teenager.
No one cared about what ideals and aspirations he had.
Did he also long for poetry and the distance?
Even if it is so ordinary, he will never say the phrase "I am contented with the present" lightly, because that is his life, and it is what he has always tried his best to do.
After a long time, Lin Yicai got rid of this shock. He could only mechanically say this simple reply:
"I know, thank you, Dad."
Lin Guoqing stood up from the bed, habitually dusted off the non-existent ash on his buttocks, and drifted away like a worldly expert.