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The clear tea cannot alleviate the bitterness of life, and strong liquor fails to dispel the sorrows of the world. Fallen leaves drift from trees in a foreign land, while a cold lamp accompanies a solitary night. Who can truly understand the pain of a white-haired person sending off a black-haired one?
The night was so quiet it felt unsettling. Lin Enzhe and Miao Shuyan sat alone in their home, the warmth of the tea long gone, its faint aroma unable to soothe the deep anguish gnawing at their hearts. The strong liquor beside them filled the air with its sharp scent, but even as they downed glass after glass, the overwhelming sorrow remained, surging within them like an endless river. Outside, the spring breeze of Jiangnan gently caressed, like a mother’s hand—warm and tender—gently stirring the curtains. This breeze carried the fragrance of blooming flowers and the scent of awakening earth, painting what should have been an enchanting spring scene. Yet, as the wind scattered willow fluff like drifting travelers, it reminded them of their daughter Lin Xiu, who had departed forever like those floating seeds.
Inside, Lin Enzhe and Miao Shuyan were engulfed in endless sadness. Lin Enzhe stared blankly out the window, his gaze hollow; his usually bright eyes were now clouded with despair, his brow furrowed as if bearing an immense weight. Looking at the familiar flowering trees, both he and Miao Shuyan felt a profound sense of desolation. Miao Shuyan sat nearby, clutching a handkerchief tightly as tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking it.
They had endured heavy blows in life: Lin Cheng's departure and Lin Xiu's sudden passing shattered their dreams. The gentle spring breeze felt utterly powerless against their current state of mind. It could not disperse their sorrow or soothe the deep wounds within them. Occasionally, when the spring breeze entered their home and brushed against their faces, they remained oblivious to its beauty. Lin Enzhe was lost in his thoughts while Miao Shuyan mechanically wiped her tears with her handkerchief. This spring breeze seemed like a silent observer, helplessly watching as they struggled in the mire of grief, unable to offer any real comfort, allowing sorrow to linger and spread within that small space.
The cold lamp emitted a faint glow, lonely in its companionship with two solitary souls. The dim room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere; after experiencing various upheavals, this home had become fragmented. The warmth of yesteryears was gone, leaving only desolation behind. The light illuminated Lin Enzhe and Miao Shuyan's heads full of white hair—each strand marked by the passage of time—and now the pain of white-haired people sending off black-haired ones weighed heavily on their hearts. They recalled Lin Xiu's childhood—the innocent smile and playful figure—those warm memories felt as if they had happened just yesterday. But now, everything had turned to dust.
Their eyes gradually moistened as tears flowed slowly through their wrinkles. He leaned weakly against the chair back, allowing pain to engulf him, unable to find even a glimmer of hope in that long night. Only when they saw Lin Xiu's children could they find some solace. Bai Ruyun and Bai Ruoshui, these two adorable infants, shone like warm rays of light quietly piercing through the gloom. Their chubby little faces resembled flowers blooming in spring—pure and delicate. Their bright eyes sparkled with curiosity about the world; every time they moved their little eyes to explore everything around them, they looked irresistibly endearing.
The infants occasionally made cooing sounds; their tender voices were like the most beautiful notes breaking the long-standing silence in the home. They waved their chubby little hands and kicked their restless little feet, bringing some vitality back into this household. From these two infants, everyone seemed to see Lin Xiu’s shadow; she too had once been full of life and innocence, her smile radiant like sunshine that brought endless joy to this family. Now looking at these children felt as if Lin Xiu had never left; her beauty continued through them.
A sense of comfort gradually welled up in everyone’s hearts as if new hope had emerged; they believed that with these two little treasures by their side, this broken home would one day regain warmth and vitality.
The spring breeze was still chilly yet warming; it made the old residence of Enze Gang appear particularly desolate. Lin Ning stood alone in the empty courtyard, gazing at what was once filled with laughter but now lay silent and still—a swirl of emotions filled her heart. She deeply understood Lin Enzhe and Miao Shuyan's pain: her eldest son Lin Cheng had left home without a trace like a kite severed from its string, disappearing into an endless sea of people. Her daughter Lin Xiu had died far from home; her cold body lay buried beneath endless snow, never to return again. These successive blows had shattered this family.
Now, only she and Liu Mengyuan remained among the vast Lin family. Lin Ning sighed softly as memories flooded back like a tide: once upon a time, they would gather around for meals filled with warmth and cheer; siblings would laugh and play together full of life. But now everything had turned into mere illusions.
Liu Mengyuan approached slowly with Yuan Yueming and Cong Rong by her side and gently took her hand. They exchanged no words but conveyed endless comfort in that silence. They knew well that past joys could not be reclaimed but life must go on. The wind continued to blow outside; yet there was newfound determination in their eyes. They would protect this family—even amidst difficulties—they would strive to find hope amidst desolation so that the bloodline and spirit of the Lin family could endure through adversity.
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