Yin Lang suddenly remembered that when he was a child, half a year after his mother passed away, his father took advantage of the opportunity to do business in the south of Yangtze River and stopped by the mother and son’s house. Yin Lang went to see his father with his wet nurse. At that time, his father looked at him as if he was looking at a piece of goods. As it was not very valuable, he didn’t want to take it away. Because they had a blood relationship, his father reluctantly took him.
“This son will follow your arrangement,” Yin Lang knelt down, lowered his eyes and said, but his voice did not have any emotional fluctuations.
Yin Jingshan didn’t have any feelings for this outsider. He raised him outside. The idea was that someone would take care of him when he was doing business outside, and that he should be raised by his mother outside since birth. The news could not spread to Pingcheng. Who knew that the outer room girl was short-lived and died early, leaving behind a child, who was his own after all, so Yin Lang couldn’t just hand him over to outsiders.
When Yin Lang had brought him such a big trouble, involving the distribution of the family property in the future. Yin Jingshan’s attitude toward Yin Lang changed from indifference to anger and resentment, lest Yin Lang agree to the adoption with a cold heart.
After thinking that, Yin Jingshan suddenly turned his head, wiped the non-existent tears at the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and said with a choked voice, “Listen to me, you are my flesh and blood. How can I have the heart to hear you calling me uncle? It’s not that I didn’t care about you all these years but I am afraid that the more I care about you, the more your mother will be annoyed and hurt you. Yin Lang, do you understand the painstaking efforts of your father?”
Yin Lang raised his head when he heard the choking sound. He turned his head, but he could only see Yin Jingshan’s sleeve and hear his weeping words.
He just wanted to laugh.
Father’s painstaking efforts? Did it really exist? If so, how could he not feel it at all, or did his father hide it too deeply?
The parents had a far-reaching plan for the beloved son. If he really got adopted to the older uncle’s family, he could get rid of the harsh treatment of Mrs. Zhao and he could get some property by himself. No matter what he thought about it, it was beneficial to him. If his father really cared about him, he should have been happy that he got the chance.
“I understand. I don’t want to be adopted, so please help me,” Yin Lang leaned over and kowtowed to Yin Jingshan with the last hope for the family relationship between father and son.
Yin Jingshan looked at the young man kneeling there with a smile on his face, got up and said comfortingly, “I was afraid that you will blame me, and that you will agree in a fit of anger. Now I am relieved. Lang, don’t be afraid, as long as we are united as a father and son. As long as you refuse to give in in front of the old man, we will always be father and son, and no one can separate us.”
Since he got the answer, the ridicule could no longer be suppressed.
However, Yin Jingshan, who was devoted to acting, was blind.
After which Yin Jingshan and Mrs. Zhao went to see the old man.
Unexpectedly, Jinzhan was there.
“You’re not serving Madam in the palace? What are you doing here?” Mrs. Zhao asked subconsciously.
Jinzhan said with a smile, “Tomorrow, the third master will accompany madam back to visit relatives, so madam asked me to pass on the news first.”
The third master was coming?
In Mrs. Zhao’s mind, a young and handsome but icy face appeared. When the third master came to greet the bride, his face was not even warmed by the bright red robe. But he was coming to their house?
Why was he coming? The couple didn’t come back the previous year during Chinese New Year.
Mrs. Zhao looked at Yin Jingshan worriedly.
Yin Jingshan looked at her in blank dismay.
Yin Yong glanced at the couple, and said to Jinzhan, “Ok, then you can leave, be careful on the road.”
Jinzhan saluted and left.
“Father, the third master and his wife are coming to our house suddenly, could it be for Yin Lang’s adoption?” Yin Jingshan asked tentatively.
Yin Yong laughed at him, “I had a dream on the first night of new year, and I only mentioned it to you on the second day, but the third master heard the news today?”
Yin Jingshan’s face turned purple.
Old man, who are you fooling? This matter must have been settled by the third master and Ah Hui first, and then they asked you to cooperate. You are still here to play with us?!
Mrs. Zhao’s face also turned purple, but she was a daughter-in-law, so she had to let her husband speak up if she had something to say.
She so frequently winked at Yin Jingshan, that her eyelids got sore.
Yin Yong drank tea silently, and after putting down the teacup, he looked at the two of them and said, “Did you come here for something? I’m going out.”
Yin Jingshan hurriedly said, “Father, I told Yin Lang about the adoption, but he didn’t want to. He knelt down and cried with me, asking me if I didn’t want him anymore, I felt really uncomfortable.”
Mrs. Zhao wiped his eyes. Her cuffs were stained with the chilli water that she had applied in advance. With a light rub, Yin Jingshan’s eyes turned red, and tears fell down.
Mrs. Zhao also wept in unison. She was used to doing it. So she had a good sense of proportion, and cried decently.
Yin Yong looked at his son’s funny crying, and sighed, “Yin Lang is still young, you can explain the truth to him, if he really doesn’t want to, then that’s it.”
Yin Jingshan was ecstatic when he heard the words.
The author has something to say:
Second Uncle: Haha, the peppers are not in vain, and the tears are not in vain!
Huihui: All right, have another day of fun.