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“Yin Mo, aren’t you going to invite us in for a chat? I happen to know your name.”
The woman spoke in as gentle a tone as she could manage, her smile radiant like the most beautiful flower of the season.
Yin Mo hesitated for a moment, then nodded decisively. His heart began to stir with emotions he had never felt before, for this was truly an unprecedented situation. He had always thought that aside from his father, no one else in the world would know him, or that before he could know someone, they would already know him. He longed to uncover the events that had transpired during the time he was unaware, which was why he agreed.
He stepped aside and opened the door, politely inviting the handsome man and beautiful woman into the room.
As they entered, the dim light made them frown involuntarily, their expressions somber.
“Are you looking for my father? He… is in the bedroom.”
Yin Mo anxiously watched their eyes, hoping to confirm whether they were indeed those who understood his past as he had anticipated.
Sure enough, the woman's expression turned excited, and without regard for her image, she rushed to push open the bedroom door.
Then she stood dazed at the entrance, her excitement plummeting into despair.
The man behind her remained still, disappointment evident in his voice.
“I sensed outside just now that he has already left.”
Listening to their conversation, an uneasy feeling crept into Yin Mo’s heart. He hurried toward the bedroom and was struck by the shocking realization that his father, who had lain in bed day after day, was now nowhere to be found.
The light in the bedroom remained as dim as night; aside from the absence of a person on the bed, nothing else had changed.
The woman walked with a heavy heart toward the bed, sat down, and gently caressed the mattress that still held some warmth.
Yin Mo swallowed hard, a hint of anxiety in his voice as he asked, "Will my dad come back?"
He felt a genuine fear because for as long as he could remember, it had always been just him and his father, who spoke little but provided a sense of security. Whenever he returned from the market and saw his father lying on the bed, an inexplicable sense of peace washed over him.
But now, his father was missing, and a flame of panic ignited within him.
The woman’s delicate hand stilled on the soft bed as she replied with a sense of resignation, "It's been eight years; where could he hide? He will eventually come back."
Listening to the woman's murmurs, Yin Mo felt a sense of confusion, unsure if she was responding to his question.
Behind him, a man had unknowingly approached Yin Mo's side. He looked at the delicate features of the young boy and chose not to disturb the woman lost in her thoughts. Instead, he crouched down to speak kindly with Yin Mo.
"How have you and your dad been these years? Has he told you about the past?"
Yin Mo turned his head to look at this unfamiliar yet warm older brother figure and shook his head, saying wistfully, "Dad rarely talks. I only know my first name; I don't even know my last name."
Just those simple words brought a look of pity to the man's face. A father who had lost his spirit raising a child still in infancy—one could only imagine the hardships they had endured over the years.
"You've had it tough, kid. Your last name is Ju; your full name is Ju Yin Mo. Your father's name is Jufeng, which means 'the wind of clear skies.'"
The woman reminisced about that past story before standing up and walking over to Yin Mo's side. She gently explained.
Yin Mo's gaze shifted back to the woman as he softly repeated, "Ju, Ju Yin Mo, Jufeng," feeling his eyes suddenly welling up with tears.
Seeing the glimmer in Yin Mo's eyes moved the woman deeply. Unable to contain herself, she pulled him into an embrace.
"You and your father have suffered too much over these years."
Embracing for a while, the woman, reminded by the man, finally reined in her overwhelming emotions. She turned to Yin Mo and said, "Yin Mo, from now on, you will no longer have to live in such a house, nor will you have to be bullied anymore. I am Flower Snow Moon, and this uncle is Politeness. We are your closest family, and we will take you home."
The words "we will take you home" made Yin Mo's tears flow uncontrollably.
He disliked crying; even when he practiced until every part of his body ached, he had never shed a tear. But now, when the word "home" appeared so starkly before him, he found himself unable to suppress his emotions.
However, he slowly pulled away from the woman's hands, shaking his head through tear-filled eyes as he ran toward the kitchen.
"No, this is my home. I've been here since I can remember. I want to wait for Dad here, to wait for him to come back for dinner."
Flower Snow Moon and Politeness stood up, watching Yin Mo's youthful figure run out, their hearts heavy as if a large stone was lodged within.
Flower Snow Moon leaned against Politeness's shoulder, crying uncontrollably.
Time is the best remedy for emotions. By the time Yin Mo had finished cooking all the meals, two more visitors arrived.
Yin Mo opened the door and was instantly stunned by the sight of the man and woman standing before him.
The people who appeared today were simply breathtaking. For Yin Mo, who had yet to fully grasp the meaning of "breathtaking," it was clear that these individuals were exceptionally beautiful.
With purple hair and blue eyes, Yin Mo had never seen a girl like this before. Her face seemed so inviting that it felt as if she had stepped right into his heart.
Beside her stood a boy carrying a sword on his back, his eyes bright as if they were the moon shining in the night sky.
When the girl saw Yin Mo, her face instantly lit up with a radiant smile. Without warning, she picked him up in her arms, expressing her feelings more directly than Flower Snow Moon had.
"You must be Yin Mo! Boohoo, it was so hard for me to find you!"
The girl hugged Yin Mo and suddenly burst into tears, leaving Yin Mo, who was in her arms, feeling utterly confused.
Just as he was beginning to recover from the emotional turmoil, Yin Mo felt another wave of feelings wash over him.
" Chuyang, Yin Mo still doesn't know who you are. Don't scare him," she said.
Hearing this, Chuyang realized what was happening. She gently set Yin Mo down and took his hand, leading him inside while saying, "I'm Chuyang, your sister, or rather, Auntie."
"I'm Liu Xing, your older brother," he added.
As they entered the living room, the four of them naturally encountered each other. Liu Xing politely greeted the two girls, but Chuyang paid little attention to him.
Yin Mo felt a bit overwhelmed by the presence of the two newcomers and turned to Flower Snow Moon, who had already earned his trust. "Sister, who are they...?"
Before he could finish his question, Chuyang interrupted him.
"No! You should call them Auntie and Uncle. You call us Sister and Brother. Got it? Hey, you guys came first; where's my dad?"
Chuyang was increasingly put off by Chuyang's indifference towards her and turned away. Flower Snow Moon understood the situation better and replied, "He left before we did."
Chuyang glanced at the dimly lit bedroom, her eyes reflecting a hint of sorrow as she lowered her head, lost in thought.
Yin Mo looked at the fairy-like sister still holding his hand. Sensing the emotions radiating from her, he could tell she was just like Flower Snow Moon and felt reassured by her words.
He never expected to have a brother and sister. Even if they weren't blood relatives, he was still very happy.
Extremely happy!
Yin Mo had always thought that he and his father were two people who relied on each other, but now, suddenly, he had so many more relatives, and he truly felt very happy inside.
However, amidst the joy, he had many questions that he felt were not appropriate to ask at that moment. He was afraid that it would lead to another sad story.
While Yin Mo was lost in thought, he suddenly felt his hand being released. He looked up to see Auntie walking towards the kitchen.
"Wow! It smells so good. Did you cook this, Yin Mo? I rushed over here in such a hurry that my stomach is protesting. It smells delicious, so I won't hold back!"
(To be continued)
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