Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 243 A Simple Home

Lin Feng was slightly taken aback when he heard his mother's words. He realized that this was not the way back to his old home. A complex emotion welled up in his heart, a mixture of guilt towards his parents and worry about the future.

The bus continued on its way, and after a long while, Lin Feng and the others got off. His mother took Lin Feng on a city street, waiting for traffic lights, crossing the road, and using underground passages. Every step seemed to carry a heavy weight of memories.

They arrived at an area of ​​dilapidated, low-rise buildings surrounded by tall buildings. The low, dilapidated houses here formed a sharp contrast with the prosperous surroundings. Some people called it an urban village, while others called it a slum.

Lin Feng looked at this place, his heart aching. He knew that his family used to live in a residential complex, but now they were living here. He sensibly didn't ask any questions, because he had already guessed the reason. To save him, his parents had spent all their savings, and finally had no choice but to move here. His eyes were red, and at the same time, he secretly made up his mind to make sure his parents lived a good life.

The mother and son continued walking, and after a long time, they came to a dilapidated house. The mother opened the door and walked in, saying, "Guodong, I'm back with Feng'er. Have you cooked dinner yet?"

Inside the house, a middle-aged man with half-gray hair was busy. He wore a white vest with holes in it, patched shorts, and a pair of slippers that had been patched many times. He was Lin Feng's father, Lin Guodong. Hearing his wife's voice, he said while cooking, "It's almost done."

Lin Feng walked into the room and looked around the small space. It was filled with some old things, but they were all neatly arranged. There was no floor, just dirt, and the walls were all nailed together with wooden boards. The table was very worn, one of the legs was broken off, and it was nailed in place with a piece of wood to prevent it from being unstable.

At this moment, Lin Guodong came out with a pot of braised fish. He looked at Lin Feng, and a happy smile appeared on his greasy face. "Son, to celebrate your return, Dad made you your favorite braised fish."

Lin Feng looked at his father, tears streaming down his face. He immediately went forward and hugged his father, his heart filled with guilt and emotion.

Lin Guodong also shed tears, hugged Lin Feng tightly, and comforted him: "Son, it's okay, go home."

Lin Feng cried and said, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I've caused you trouble."

Although Lin Guodong was still crying, he forced himself to say, "Silly child, what's the point of talking about getting involved or not? We are all family."

Lin Feng's mother also shed tears, and finally couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged him. The family of three hugged each other tightly in this shabby little house, as if time had stopped at this moment.

This shabby little house, though simple, is full of the warmth of home. There is no luxurious decoration, no spacious space, but it is filled with the endless love of parents for their son.

After a long moment, Lin Guodong was the first to break the silence. "Okay, okay, we're all back. Let's eat, or the food will get cold." Lin Guodong's voice, though a little hoarse, carried a sense of anticipation and resolve. His face still stained with tears, but his eyes ignited with hope for the future.

At this time, Li Yurong and Lin Feng slowly let go of each other, wiped their tears, and sat down. Lin Guodong looked at Li Yurong, his eyes full of tenderness and care, and said softly: "Yurong, come and help. Lin Feng just got discharged from the hospital. Please help him get a bowl of soup."

Li Yurong quickly responded, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Her face was filled with a happy smile, as if all the hard work would become insignificant as long as she could take good care of Lin Feng. Li Yurong and Lin Guodong cooperated tacitly, one taking the soup and the other taking the rice, carefully placing them in front of Lin Feng. Li Yurong looked at Lin Feng gently and said, "Feng'er, you just came out of the hospital, you should eat more nutritious food."

Lin Feng nodded slightly, moved, tears glistening in his eyes. He looked at his parents, his heart filled with warmth and gratitude. The three of them sat around the shabby table. While the meal wasn't sumptuous, it was filled with the flavors of home. They ate and chatted, their laughter echoing through the small room, a joyful atmosphere.

After dinner, Li Yurong took Lin Feng to his room. The door to this room was brand new and sturdy, specially purchased and installed there. As the door slowly opened, Lin Feng saw all his belongings neatly arranged. Although the room was not large, it was just enough for a bed, a cabinet, and a desk. The layout inside was basically the same as Lin Feng's previous room in the community, just a little smaller.

Lin Feng's parents' room could barely fit a bed and a small cabinet. The door was a broken wooden board, looking very simple. The bed was piled with various items, and a tattered fan hummed in the corner. Watching this scene, Lin Feng's eyes reddened again, tears welling up in his eyes. A complex emotion surged in his heart: guilt, gratitude, and confusion about the future. He felt guilty that his illness had put his parents in such a difficult situation, was moved by his parents' selfless love for him, and was confused about how to repay them in the future.

Li Yurong quickly said, "Feng'er, just make do with this for now. We'll let you move back to the community when the time comes." Her eyes were full of guilt and helplessness, as if she felt it was a sin to let Lin Feng live in such an environment.

Lin Feng didn't look back at Li Yurong, but said firmly, "I still like it here better." His voice was soft, but full of power. He knew his parents had sacrificed so much for him, and this small room carried their endless love for him. At this moment, his heart was filled with determination, and he must work hard to make his parents live a good life.

Li Yurong had originally worried that Lin Feng would dislike her, but now it seemed that was unnecessary. She smiled with relief, then asked Lin Feng to put his things away before letting him go take a shower.

The restroom, a broken plank as the floor, looked quite spartan. In the corner sat a bucket, used for defecation. The place was only two square meters, and the air was filled with a faint, strange odor. Lin Feng, looking at this humble environment, felt a wave of emotion. He recalled how he had once lived in such a prosperous world, yet now he had fallen to this state. But he didn't complain; instead, his resolve to change his current situation only intensified.

Over the next few days, Lin Guodong left home early and returned late, working tirelessly to make money. In the morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the hut, Lin Guodong quietly left. He wore his shabby clothes, a tired yet determined expression on his face. He toiled diligently on the construction site, his clothes drenched in sweat, yet he never complained. Every brick and every bag of cement seemed to carry his responsibility to his family and his hopes for Lin Feng's future.