Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 532: Continue to live in place of Lin Feng

"For the sake of our son, you're really talking nonsense." Lin Dingkun teased with a smile. His smile was filled with a hint of helplessness, but also full of understanding for Liu Wenjing. He knew that his wife was so anxious because she loved Lin Feng too much.

"Yes, Wenjing, you are too anxious." Lin Chaoyao also said with a smile, his eyes showing gentleness and tolerance. He gently patted Liu Wenjing's shoulder and comforted her not to be too anxious.

After some discussion, everyone finally decided to wait a few days before heading to Taixu Valley to treat Lin Feng. The atmosphere in the courtyard finally became less depressing. Although the future was uncertain, a glimmer of hope ignited in everyone's hearts.

Lin Chaoyao, Lin Dingxing, and Liu Wenjing pushed Lin Dingkun away. Their figures gradually became blurred in the interweaving of light and shadow, leaving only a series of fading footsteps.

Lin Feng stared at the direction his family had left, a complex mix of emotions welling up in his heart. Once the footsteps faded completely from his ears, he slowly turned around and looked at Chen Xiner. Chen Xiner was standing quietly by the side, her slender figure outlined by the sunlight, a few strands of hair gently fluttering in the breeze, adding a touch of charming charm to her.

"Thank you," Lin Feng said, his voice low and sincere, filled with gratitude and a hint of helplessness. His eyes were filled with sincerity. In this strange yet familiar environment, every move and every word of Chen Xiner was like a little starlight in the darkness, giving him great comfort.

Chen Xin'er didn't respond immediately. She turned slightly, her back to Lin Feng, and gazed into the distance. The sunlight shone on her, outlining her straight spine, but also revealing a hint of loneliness and desolation. "Actually, I want to know if you are really Lin Feng. Only Taixu Valley can answer this question." Her voice was light, like a breeze across the lake, but it caused ripples in Lin Feng's heart. In her heart, Lin Feng's authenticity had always been a heavy mystery, weighing her down, making her feel breathless. Only by finding the answer could she truly let go of the burden in her heart.

Lin Feng was slightly startled, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He subconsciously took a step forward and asked softly, "Are you going with me?" His voice was filled with a hint of doubt and a hint of anticipation. He knew that Chen Xin'er's pursuit of the truth was as strong as his desire for his past. This feeling of sympathy gave him a greater understanding and closeness to Chen Xin'er.

"Of course, because I really want to know the truth, and I hope you're the real Lin Feng," Chen Xin'er said slowly, a barely perceptible tremor in her voice. Her mind reeled back to every detail of her past with Lin Feng. Those beautiful memories, like bright stars, illuminated her long wait. At that moment, her eyes were filled with a desire for the truth and a longing for the past. These two emotions intertwined, leaving her heart filled with conflict and struggle.

Lin Feng fell silent. He lowered his head, looking at his hands, as if he could trace traces of his past. A hint of bewilderment and confusion lingered in his eyes. He truly wanted to know who he truly was and what secrets his past held. At that moment, he and Chen Xin'er felt alike: a burning desire for the truth, yet shrouded in the fog of reality.

"Now, continue living as Lin Feng. Let the Lin family know that Lin Feng has returned." Chen Xiner said this, sighed softly, and turned to leave. Her steps were heavy, each one carrying endless longing and anticipation. Her back, illuminated by the sunlight, looked particularly lonely, yet possessed a resolute strength.

Lin Feng stood for a long time, watching Chen Xin'er's retreating figure. The fragrance of the flowers in the courtyard filled the air, but it couldn't dispel the confusion in his heart. "I will," he whispered softly, his voice so soft that it was almost carried away by the breeze. His eyes revealed a hint of determination, as if he was making a promise to himself and Chen Xin'er.

From then on, the days seemed to slow down, flowing gently through the Lin family compound. In the early mornings, before the first rays of sunlight had fully illuminated the courtyard, Lin Feng would rise early and head to the residence of Lin Dingkun and Liu Wenjing. Lin Dingkun sat in his wheelchair, his face beaming with happiness, while Liu Wenjing busied herself preparing breakfast for them. Lin Feng would offer his help. Although he could no longer recall the warmth of the past, the affection he felt now was something he cherished all the more.

"Feng'er, eat more. You look so thin." Liu Wenjing would always gently advise him, her eyes full of love. She would carefully pick up food for Lin Feng, and a satisfied smile would appear on her face as she watched him eat with gusto.

"Okay, Mom, you eat too." Lin Feng would always respond patiently, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. He would walk with Lin Dingkun in the courtyard, listening to him talk about the Lin family's past, those past glories and honors. Although he could not remember them, every word Lin Dingkun said filled him with awe for this family.

In the afternoon, the sun grew somewhat lazy, and Lin Feng and Chen Xin'er would occasionally cross paths under the courtyard corridor. At first, the two simply exchanged greetings, the atmosphere somewhat reserved. But as time passed, they began to chat about trivial matters, from the plants and trees in the Lin family compound to their concerns about their future journey to Taixu Valley. Chen Xin'er's eyes gradually lost some of their vigilance and gained a hint of anticipation, and Lin Feng, through these exchanges, felt an inexplicable familiarity and intimacy.

One day, under the old tree in the courtyard, Lin Feng and Chen Xin'er reminisced about their childhood. Although Lin Feng couldn't remember anything, Chen Xin'er recounted it vividly, her eyes twinkling. "You were so naughty when you were little, always sneaking up that tree and then getting scared and yelling for help," Chen Xin'er said with a smile that held a touch of sweet nostalgia. Her eyes were filled with tenderness, as if she had returned to that carefree childhood.

Lin Feng listened quietly, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. He seemed to be able to see the lively self he once was through Chen Xiner's description. "Really? I was so naughty when I was a kid?" he asked with a smile, his eyes full of curiosity. He searched hard for those lost memories in his mind, but although he found nothing, Chen Xiner's story gave him a vague impression of his past.

Conversations with Lin Chaohua gave Lin Feng a deeper understanding of the Lin family's history and mission. Sitting in his study, Lin Chaohua slowly recounted the Lin family's rise and fall, its glory and disgrace. This turbulent past filled Lin Feng with awe. "The Lin family's glory needs your generation to protect and carry on," Lin Chaohua said earnestly, his eyes filled with expectation. His voice was deep and powerful, as if speaking of a family's legacy and hope.