The bright mirror hung high in the sky, and the night was as cold as water.
The six of them, five adults and one child, sat around the table and ate with relish.
In Lin Yu's memory, this was the first time his house was so lively.
Everyone was barefooted as they stepped into the water. A chill spread from the soles of their feet to their entire bodies, and they even felt a little cold.
"Isn't this chicken too delicious? So fragrant, so fat…"
Zhang Zifeng picked up a bun and opened the banana leaves. The steaming white smoke blew against his face.
She tore off a piece of chicken drumstick and started chewing.
Oil flowed out of the crispy and tender chicken meat and spilled from the corner of his mouth. Zhang Zifeng hurriedly licked it clean.
"Your cooking skills are superb. I asked you to teach me how to cook, but you brought out such a high standard.”
"This is like asking you to teach me how to drive, and you directly enter an F1 race. Who can withstand it? It's already not bad if you can learn a little."
It was rare for Huang Lei to have such an appetite. He smiled bitterly as he swallowed the Pineapple Purple Rice.
"It's so quiet. I can hear the chirping of insects and frogs around me. This life is too comfortable. Staying here for a few years could extend one's lifespan, right?”
He Jiong stretched lazily. His face, which had just drunk a few glasses of white wine, was already a little pale.
"Dad, I'm full. I'm going to write a letter to Mom.”
At this moment, Little Ball patted its round belly and turned over to walk down.
Before he left, he didn't forget to eat two mouthfuls of watermelon. He was definitely a foodie.
"Write to Mom?" Zhang Zifeng was puzzled.
Lin Yu smiled." Little Ball doesn't know who her mother is, but she misses her very much." After she learned how to draw, she would draw a picture every few days and put it in an envelope, waiting for her mother to give it to her.”
"Now, there are almost a hundred letters.”
As they watched Little Ball run into the living room, all the guests sighed.
"Actually…you didn't want to take the initiative to retrieve your memories, right?”
As a sly old fox, Huang Lei was very astute and could guess Lin Yu's thoughts.
In this era, the media was very developed.
Lin Yu was not a three-year-old child.
If he really wanted to look for his relatives, he could just choose to report the case or find a Weibo account to promote it. Wouldn't it be easy?
However, it had been delayed for a full four years and he had not done so. This was already evident.
"Yes, I like this pace of life too much. I haven't had enough yet!”
"However, that day will come sooner or later. So, I chose to record Yearning and let my family and friends come to find me to help me regain my memories.”
Lin Yu really did things as he pleased.
Perhaps, this was a master?
"Sister-in-law must be very beautiful, right? Otherwise, Little Ball wouldn't be so beautiful. It needed the genes of both parents.”
Zhang Zifeng's voice was sour and filled with envy.
"It's hard to say. What if I'm already divorced?”Lin Yu smiled bitterly.
His impression of his wife was basically zero.
" That's even better…Uh, I mean…That's not good…"
Zhang Zifeng was a little silly and cute. He pouted and said the truth.
"Haha! Little Sister Zi Feng's thoughts were very dangerous!”
"I think she's greedy for Lin Yu and wants to take over.”
"That's not right. You just got into Northern Film Academy and you want to take over as a stepmother?”
"Who doesn't crave Lin Yu? However, before they figured out his identity, no one dared to act rashly.”
"Handsome, beautiful daughter, talented, and the world's top piano master. Anyone who did not have any thoughts about Lin Yu would definitely be crazy.”
"Is it too late to divorce and go to Manyuan Village to find Lin Yu?”
"Dehua, I know you're watching the live broadcast.”
"Big honey, I know you're watching the live broadcast. Send a bullet comment!”
……
Before dinner ended, everyone was clutching their stomachs, feeling stuffed.
Even Zhang Zifeng and Peng Peng, who had always been obsessed with losing weight, were eating too much.
"Phew, what a beautiful night view, what a beautiful night sky. In this situation, I want to sing a song…"
He Jiong cleared his throat and raised his voice.
"Why don't we let Brother Lin Yu sing a song? Who asked him to be the master?"
Zhang Zifeng's fair and small hands held his chin, and his small eyes narrowed into two arcs as he began to make things difficult for Lin Yu.
Lin Yu's every move could make her heart skip a beat.
If she sang a song for him, wouldn't that melt his heart?
"He writes piano music. If you ask him to sing, he's a little too far off!”
Huang Lei laughed.
Lin Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Zifeng dotingly."It's okay. It's rare for good friends to be together. It's fine to sing a song.”
For so many years, Lin Yu had been living with Little Ball, but he had never seen such a lively scene.
It was rare for him to be in the mood, so there was no need for Lin Yu to hold it in.
"Brother Lin Yu, what song are you going to sing? Can I request a song?"
Zhang Zifeng gently stuck out the tip of his pink tongue, like a budding flower bud.
"There's no need for that. I've written some songs myself over the years.”
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