eurekapd Chapter 527 Maybe He Is Real
Chapter 527 Maybe He Is Real
Chen Xiner quickly shook her head and pretended to be relaxed: "No, Grandpa, don't think too much." Her eyes were evasive, and she didn't dare to look directly into Lin Chaohua's eyes.
At this moment, Chen Xiner seemed to suddenly realize something, and quickly turned sideways, making a gesture of invitation: "Grandpa, please come in, don't stand here." She had a polite smile on her face, but behind the smile was a nervousness that was difficult to conceal.
Lin Chaohua nodded slightly and walked into the room with steady steps. His eyes swept around the room, finally landing on Chen Xiner. "Okay, let's go in and talk." His voice was still gentle, but there was a hint of unquestionable determination in his tone.
The two sat down on chairs inside the room. Chen Xiner unconsciously twisted her hands together, her fingers turning white from the strain. She lowered her head, not daring to meet Lin Chaohua's eyes, secretly wondering how much her grandfather knew.
Lin Chaohua said straight to the point without any hesitation: "Xin'er, I heard your conversation with Feng'er. Feng'er... is it really fake?" His voice was very soft, but in the silent room, it was like a thunderclap.
Chen Xiner's body trembled violently, her eyes widening instantly, a look of disbelief on her face. She slowly stood up, turned her back to Lin Chaohua, and stared at the bright moon hanging high in the window, her thoughts tangled like a tangled mess.
"Grandpa, can a powerful person be resurrected after self-destructing?" Chen Xin'er's voice was soft, yet filled with endless pain and confusion. She didn't directly answer Lin Chaohua's question, but instead told him about Lin Feng's decision to self-destruct in that terrifying monster lair six years ago to protect her and the others.
After hearing this, Lin Chaohua's smile instantly vanished, replaced by a solemn expression. His eyes revealed shock and pain, and he seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.
Chen Xiner turned around, and the moment her eyes met Lin Chaohua's, they suddenly widened, her face filled with shock and heartache. But in just a few moments, Lin Chaohua seemed to have been mercilessly drained of his vitality by time. His once straight back bent slightly, his hair seemed to have turned grayer, and the wrinkles on his face deepened. He looked like he had aged many years.
"Grandpa..." Chen Xin'er called softly, her voice filled with heartache. She hurried to the table, her hands trembling slightly as she lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Lin Chaohua. Her movements were gentle yet a touch flustered. "Grandpa, it's hard to confirm this. Maybe it's really Lin Feng?" She tried to comfort Lin Chaohua, her voice as soft as a spring breeze.
Lin Chaohua forced a wry smile, one filled with bitterness and helplessness. He lifted the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. The scalding tea trickled down his throat, but it couldn't dispel the chill in his heart. "How could I not understand that the dead cannot be resurrected?" His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of time. "And a self-explosion would shatter the body into pieces. How could he still be alive? Don't try to comfort me." His eyes were dim, revealing a deep despair.
Chen Xiner bit her lip, a hint of stubbornness flashed in her eyes: "Aren't you back now?" Although her voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable power.
Lin Chaohua raised his head, his eyes full of confusion: "You said this Feng'er is real?" He stared at Chen Xiner, trying to find the answer from her eyes.
Chen Xiner lowered her head slightly, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "I don't know either." There was a hint of confusion in her voice, which was also the problem that had been bothering her.
Upon hearing this, Lin Chaohua sighed heavily, and that sigh seemed to carry endless vicissitudes and helplessness.
Chen Xiner took a deep breath and continued, "If the returning Lin Feng really has lost his memory and won't harm the Lin family, then so what even if he's a fake Lin Feng? After all, he looks exactly the same." There was a hint of determination in her eyes, as if she was trying to convince Lin Chaohua, or as if she was trying to convince herself.
Lin Chaohua was slightly stunned, then nodded slowly: "That's right, just treat him as my grandson, there is no loss at all." A look of relief appeared on his face, as if a big stone in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.
But after a while, Lin Chaohua turned to look at Chen Xiner again, his eyes full of concern: "Xiner, can you... accept it?" His voice was very soft, but like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the softest part of Chen Xiner's heart.
Chen Xiner's body stiffened slightly, a flicker of panic in her eyes. Then she lowered her head and remained silent for a moment. "I'm not sure what effect he'll have on the Lin family. If it's good for them... well, never mind. We'll talk about it later." There was a hint of hesitation in her voice, reflecting her truest thoughts.
Lin Chaohua seemed to have gotten the answer and slowly stood up. His eyes fell gently on Chen Xiner: "Xiner, I hope you don't tell this matter. I don't want everyone to reject this Feng'er." There was a hint of pleading in his tone. He didn't want the Lin family to fall into chaos because of this unknown Lin Feng.
Chen Xiner nodded quickly: "I know, otherwise I would have said it at the beginning." Her eyes were firm, and she also hoped that the Lin family could remain calm.
"Thank you, Xiner, I'm really sorry for you." Lin Chaohua's voice was full of gratitude. He knew Chen Xiner's efforts and sacrifices over the years.
"Grandpa, I'm already a member of the Lin family, so let's not talk about different things." Chen Xiner shook her head slightly, with a faint smile on her face. That smile was filled with loyalty to the Lin family and respect for Lin Chaohua.
Afterward, the two chatted for a while longer, the topic gradually shifting from Lin Feng to the daily affairs of the Lin family. Lin Chaohua's voice, while still gentle, occasionally betrayed a hint of fatigue. Chen Xiner listened patiently, occasionally responding, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became more relaxed.
Finally, Lin Chaohua stood up to say goodbye. His steps were heavy, yet filled with a sense of relief. Chen Xiner walked him to the door, watching him disappear into the night before slowly returning to her room.
Chen Xiner returned to the bedside and slowly sat down, a look of pain on her face. She gently lay on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, the image of Lin Feng constantly floating in her mind. "Lin Feng, are you really afraid that I'll be lonely and sent a fake Lin Feng here? I still hope you can come back." Her voice was soft, filled with endless longing and pain. A crystal tear slipped from the corner of her eye, dripping onto the pillow and disappearing in an instant.