Chapter IV

The scene of the blind date show. Witnessed by 1,200 spectators, the colorful curtain behind Lin Xuan slowly opened to both sides, and a huge screen was completely exposed in front of the audience.

Once again, the lights of the stadium disappeared. All the focus was on that big, blank screen.

That's Starlight!

One point, two points. These two points of starlight are connected in a black straight line, and then more and more starlight appears, and more and more lines are connected between the stars, and these lines are distributed in different densities, outlining a portrait of a person with light and dark. This painting was polished again, and Lin Xuan's portrait was formed.

Suddenly the picture on the screen swept across the screen from left to right, and then a line of subtitles appeared on the white screen: This is my story.

An old-fashioned building in an idyllic style with pavilions and trees is interspersed with flowers and trees, and a rickety old man in civilian clothes is pruning their branches and leaves.

The picture pulls to the entrance of the manor, where a large granite pillar stone stands on either side of the arched gate. There is a crescent moon stone bridge about 100 meters in front of the gate, from the bridge to the whole manor, it can be seen that the gate is facing the center of the main building, the pillar stone seems to stand on both sides of the main building, it looks extremely solemn and magnificent.

Suddenly, a speeding Truss sedan passed directly through the gate and entered the manor. Stop by the main building. The old man who was pruning flowers and trees saw the situation and slowly walked towards Lin Xuan.

The car door opened, Lin Xuan took off his sunglasses, and after the old man took it, Lin Xuan walked towards the main building.

The vision on the big screen entered the interior of the main building, and a smell of books came to the face.

Directly opposite the bright hall is a landscape painting splashed with ink. In the meantime, the mountains are like the Milky Way, swallowing all things, and the water is like a dragon and snake, and the pen is winding. And among them, the clouds and mist are shrouded, like a fairyland.

The quaint wooden tables and chairs in the hall are neatly arranged, simple and elegant. There are eight huge beams and columns on each side, and each column has a poem or painting.

Lin Xuan walked through those poems and paintings one by one and told his story.

My name is Lin Xuan, and I've lived here for as long as I can remember, but I don't remember what my real parents were like, and my adoptive parents told me that I was born an abandonment. They picked me up in the hospital trash can, just because my crying drew them in. At that time, it was just adoption. But the adoptive parents never had children of their own, and then the adoptive mother was no longer able to have children due to illness, and I officially became their son.

The old man in the courtyard is called Ah Fa, and he is the only servant in the adoptive parents' family. I usually call him Fa Ge, and I don't know if it's because I watched too many Chow Yun-fat movies when I was a child, although he is forty or fifty years older than me, but I haven't changed my words later, he is not only my elder, but also my friend.

My adoptive mother had always been in poor health, and she died when I was fourteen years old, and her gentleness, tolerance, and kindness did not move God to let her stay by my side for a while. Her kind smile always woke me up in my dreams, as if she had never left me.

The adoptive parents are a very loving couple. I often see them snuggling up in front of the court, sitting on the marble platform in front of the court, looking at the orchid laurel and bamboo chrysanthemum in front of the court. Before the adoptive mother died, it was winter, the plum blossoms in the courtyard were all over the garden, she was seriously ill and bedridden, she wanted her adoptive father to take her out to see the plum blossoms, in the heavy snow, the garden was full of fragrant weather, but the adoptive mother was pale. The two hugged each other in front of the court, and just like that, the adoptive mother died in the arms of the adoptive father.

I remember that my adoptive father's career was at a low point at that time, and from time to time I could see his cigarette butts thrown all over the floor in the study, and a few times I peeked at him in the corner, and his sad look was very distressing. It wasn't until he found out about me that he came up to me with a smile and picked me up, and I thought to myself, what a fickle man he was, how he could go from a bitter face to a smiling face all at once.

Later, I saw him less and less at home, and when I did, the whole person became more and more haggard and old every time. Later, he also gave up.

It was three o'clock in the morning when he died in his study, and I was still asleep in my dreams.

And I had just turned eighteen that year.

I sometimes think that that way, it would be good that he and his adoptive mother could never be separated in another sky again.

Later, my adoptive father's family business came to me, and it was ten years from the decay to the prosperity of the family.

I kept wondering if I had become what my adoptive parents expected me to be, they left me with so many good memories. To this day, I often recall their voices and smiles. And it all started when I was discarded in that trash can.

Is that just a kind of fate?

I once had a marriage, although it was not earth-shattering, it was unforgettable.

What is it to be abandoned?

I've probably gotten used to it since I was a child. But it still took a long time to get out of this relationship.

Now I want to choose a new life, a new marriage.

I only want to hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son.