Two people who had nothing to do with each other, but were drawn together by the same adoptive father ........ The Ambiguous Relationship They say you don't enter a family unless you are a family. When the lively and kind-hearted strong girl meets the serious brother who is cautious and quiet without sadness or joy, how does she face the problem of her inner waves of affection after the restraint and friction of being a hostage? What should I do about this?
"Hello passengers, this flight has reached the end of the line, please fasten your seat belts, the plane will start landing soon, thank you for your cooperation," the voice of the staff suddenly came from the cabin. Then all the passengers in the cabin began to comply, pulling up the buttons and buckling up their seat belts.
"Hello, sir, please fasten your seat belt, sir." The soft voice of the flight attendant came out.
Adjacent to the window. A man leaning back in his seat. Arms clasped in both hands. Even asleep. Thick dark brows furrowed. Dreaming. Something bad seems to be going on.
"Sir, sir.... The plane will be landing soon, please fasten your seat belt." The sweet voice appeared for the second time. There was just a point of aggravation in the tone.
"Sorry, I just didn't hear it." The roused Xia Bingyang sat up straight apologetically. A half-smile appeared on his diamond-shaped face.
Outside the window, a patch of white clouds . The faint sunlight spilled on the glass and reflected in the conical pendant around Xia Bingyang's neck. It shone with a golden light. It was particularly blinding. With her arms wrapped around her chest and rearranging herself into a comfortable sitting position, Xia Bingyang was once again lost in thought.
Five years had been long enough for the wounds to heal, and the days after her adoptive father, Duan Ziqi, had disappeared, life with Uncle Carl had been peaceful mixed with joy.
Occasionally, the sad past of Duan Ziqi came to mind. Xia Bingyang's expression turned even more despondent.
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...Walking out of the airport, Xia Bingyang hailed a taxi, stuffed her suitcase into the trunk of the car and got in.
"Master, please go to 1278 Yanhong Road, please." Simple and raw words. Revealing complex emotions.
Rolling down the car window. Inadvertently saw the little boy holding a balloon by the roadside. A look of innocence. Xia Bingyang could not help but curl the corners of her mouth.
After the car drove for about 10 minutes, Xia Bingyang took out her mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers.
"Hey, uncle, I just got off the plane." Xia Bingyang spoke into the phone with a hint of joy.
"Arrived? So soon, didn't it take this afternoon?"
"I'm in the car now, I'll be home in 20 minutes, uncle, is there something wrong at home? Xia Bingyang's premonition was strong.
"Don't ask yet, let's talk about it when you come back."
"Okay." There were no extra words. He simply pressed the hang-up button.
The long road stretches and flutters. Like teak fallen leaves drifting down. Across the radiant splendour of the road. Keep driving forward.
The car stopped by a building and Xia Bingyang took a long, slender leg as she pulled her dark blue suitcase.
Just inside the door, I saw Carl sitting on the sofa with a few more wrinkles on his face. A kindness radiated from his brow. Macro hands were flicking through the newspaper.
"Uncle" put down his luggage. He had also let go of the years of longing. There was only the excitement inside.
"Bing Yang, finally back," Carl said with excitement as he crossed his hobbled feet and embraced Xia Bing Yang.
"Are you okay, Uncle," to the father who raised him for over 10 years. There was more pity in Xia Bingyang's sincere words.
"Good.... Good.... I'm fine." The strength of the embrace increased.
"I've missed you, Uncle, you've lost weight," Ling's sword brow frowned heartily.
"Yes, I'm getting old, of course my health is failing."
"How can that be, uncle, you're not old at all, look, still how handsome," squinting her eyes, Xia Bingyang was in a good mood.
"That's for sure, who am I? How can you not be handsome. Haha."
"Bing Yang, welcome home," said a good-looking man coming down the stairs, wearing silver-rimmed glasses that added an extra touch of sass.
" Hey, Spirit Sulphone, you've gone too far, you've even removed the title of brother," Xia Bingyang looked at his brother in front of him and wanted to laugh a little.
"What a brother, meathead, I don't want you to call me brother, yet."
"You, boy, how did you grow so handsome that you almost didn't recognise me,"
"I can't talk about being handsome in front of you, I, ah, have been living in your shadow for more than 20 years, I'll never get out of it," Spirit Sulphone pretended to be helpless, shaking his head.
"Ok la, stop fighting, Bing Yang just got back, let him rest first, we'll talk later if we have anything to say," Carl said comfortingly standing aside and interrupting the brothers' conversation.
"Well, Uncle, I'll go upstairs first," indeed, it had been a long plane ride after all.
"Wait, I'm going up there too," Sven's face took on a brief look of exuberance.
"Hey, later there will be a bombshell news oh, you must not be frightened, first with you to take a precautionary shot," the spirit sulphone sold, said softly to Xia Bing Yang.
"What's the breaking news, is there really something going on at home," the deep eyes turned even deeper.
"Oops, what are you nervous about, it's a good thing la, huh. I'll tell you about it later, you go to sleep first,"
"A good thing? But why does Uncle's expression look so grave," Xia Bingyang was still a little unconvinced.
"My dad is like that, he still thinks about everything after a long time, but, having said that, there is a bad thing."
"What is it, Spirit Sulphone, don't spare the circle either, I really can't wait," Xia Bingyang was a bit anxious.
"Actually.... It's about your Uncle Duan, actually."
"Uncle Duan? What is it, did you find him," Xia Bingyang's eyes lit up. Her face was full of anticipation.
"No, it's... yes. It's.... It's that he passed away," said Spirit Sulphone, and his expression changed to one of mourning.
"What,? Deceased, when did that happen," Xia Bingyang couldn't believe it and her voice turned choked.
"It's been three months, my dad was frozen when he heard about it, and he was so much more haggard, it was hard for me to watch, when, when my mum left he hadn't even seen him this sad,"
"Spirit Sulphone, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"You were in the United States at the time when the company had a lot of things to deal with, and my father was afraid that you would be too sad and affect your work, and you would be returning to China soon, so he didn't tell you. We knew about it too late, well, you should not think too much, go and rest first. I'm going to my room." Not knowing how to comfort, Ling Siao patted Xia Bingyang's wide bladder that was trembling a bit. Emotions were low.
Back in her room, Xia Bingyang could not sleep, in her mind, she kept presenting herself as a child, the first time she met Duan Ziqi deliberately difficult, to the later mutual love, to the last painful separation ......
"Bing Yang, come down for dinner, Bing Yang ...." In a haze, Xia Bingyang heard someone calling her. Looking up at the clock above the bed, it was already 6 o'clock.
"I'll be right down, Uncle."
Downstairs in the living room.
The Ambiguous Relationship They say you don't enter a family unless you are a family. When the lively and kind-hearted strong girl meets the serious brother who is cautious and quiet without sadness or joy, how does she face the problem of her inner waves of affection after the restraint and friction of being a hostage? What should I do about this?
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