Chapter 29 - Yan Xuanjing slightly leaned over and kissed Lin Mu on the forehead. (1/2)
Nestled in the workshop chair, Lin Mu stared at the photo album spread out on the table.
The photo album and records that his mother had left behind held no information about her family at all. Not even the littlest bit of related information was left for him.
Lin Mu always thought that his mom didn’t leave any information was because she had fallen out with her family, and there was no need for her to contact her family again.
For more than a decade, although the mother and the son pair had not lived that well, and a lot of things need to be worthwhile before they could be bought, but at least they had food to eat and clothing to wear.
Since their living requirements weren’t that high, there really wasn’t any need to contact his grandfather’s side.
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His mother could even stand rolling about in the wild, so naturally, she could withstand this ordinary life. After so many years, even through working hard and being tired, she had a happy life.
And also, there were no difficulties that they encountered which needed them to contact his grandfather’s side.
So Lin Mu had always took it as if he had no other relatives.
Anyways, it didn’t affect him.
Lin Mu was in a daze, and the mobile phone on his desk vibrated a little.
He glanced over at his phone’s screen, and realised that it was information from the big boss displayed on the screen.
Picking up his phone and unlocking it, Lin Mu realised that the big boss had ordered three pots of Cyclamens from him.
Lin Mu paused, tapped his fingers on the screen for a few times, got stuck for a while, then deleted a whole bunch of words and replied with an ‘okay’.
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Before he had time to put down his phone, the big boss had sent another message.
He asked Lin Mu: You don’t have anything to ask?
Lin Mu’s fingers hovered on the screen for a long while and didn’t know how to answer.
He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask.
But when he thought about it, the answers were already reflected to him.
Why would such a rich person like Uncle Zhao always order potted plants from him every half a year?
Not talking about whether these flowers and plants were good for raising, even if it was a flower that was difficult to raise, every year, during flowering seasons, what kind of flowers couldn’t be bought in the flower market or in various flower exhibitions?
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Even Lin Mu himself, would take the better flowers and plants that he had raised and joined in the fun, and also won prizes during the flower show and received some prize money.
And not to mention he had also met a few bosses who wanted to buy flowers.
But these kind of bosses wouldn’t order flowers from him a year and a half in advance, and also get two or three pots a month.
Lin Mu called Uncle Zhao a big boss because he provided a great amount of business.
So great to the extent that amount of flowers Lin Mu sold in a year, other than some small orders for a few high-end places, nearly a quarter of them were handed over to Uncle Zhao.
He said he ordered it for friends, or he wanted it for himself, or he sent it to his elders, all kinds of reasons.
Now that he thought about it, it was basically sending him money.
Lin Mu’s hesitant finger on the screen paused, typed out a string of words, hesitated again, and deleted the words ‘Lin Hongsheng’, and changed it to ‘Uncle’.1
After a while, he deleted ‘Uncle’, and replaced it with a ‘his’.
Lin Mu asked the big boss: Was it his idea to buy flowers from me?
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At the other end of the phone, Lin Hongsheng looked at this reply, and with a face full of pain, turned to look at his friend who was happily looking at the Rhododendron that Lin Mu had sent over, who couldn’t seem to bear to part with it.
“How do I reply to this?”
Uncle Zhao turned and glanced over, took the phone, and gave a very serious reply: I like flowers. He introduced, and other than your flowers, no others can go through three rounds in my hands.
Lin Mu looked at this reply, was stunned for two seconds, and thought about the tragedy he had seen when he first went to the big boss’ viewing room in his house, and couldn’t help but chuckle.
Lin Mu squatted down and poked the dog’s belly.
He had once suggested that the big boss hire a special gardener to take care of it, but the big boss was very stubborn and always felt that he could.
In the end, he still relied on him to go down once a month or two to help take care of it.
Lin Mu looked at his and thought for a while on how to reply, and a lot of news were sent by the other side one after another.
It was some things about his mother’s family.
Lin Mu slowly flipped through, and his heart wasn’t touched by his two uncles.
Who would have thought that when he was going to drop in on their neighbours, his son took a little nap on his back, and the result was that he accidentally rolled down from his back?
But his son that had been teased everyday had his self importance swelling at a fast pace.
Just two ordinary people.
Unwilling to accept the risks and losses of completely breaking away from their family, but still trying to pursue their own lives while enjoying the resources.
Some parents would choose to indulge their children, give them many things, and then let them grow freely. Yet others would strictly control them, treating their children like their own belongings, and did not allow them to take a step outside the road they had set.
Especially after he remebred that it was his kid who taught Lin Mu how to use his monsterous energies, and couldn’t help but poke at his own rarely used consciosence and thought about the past, and found out that this acutally turned out to be his fault.
His grandfather was obviously the latter, and for the two who wanted to fly but had no courage to break free, the world simply didn’t follow their wishes.
His older uncle was a coward, and he hoped that his younger sister and brother could succeed where he had failed.
The younger uncle was protected by his brother and sister, and was very afraid of meeting his grandfather.
Thinking of his son, it seemed that he really had such an experience when he had learned to fly.
Both uncles, one was forty-five and the other forty- and they were both living in the shadow of their grandfather. Even small things like attending the funeral of their sister and taking care of their nephew, they would have to secretly look at the other’s attitude. Neither of them succeeded.
His mother simply left, but seemed the most comfortable.
Lin Mu looked at the chat record which had been swept to the end by him, and his heart didn’t waver.
Living in this world, who didn’t have a few stories of hardship?
But one thing at a time.
Although he felt nothing towards their affairs, but the convenience that they gave to him should be returned.
Lin Mu tapped on the phone screen and thanked him for the past, and wondered how to repay the kindness of his two uncles that he hadn’t been able to find all these years.
He finally realised where this part of his personality that remembered grudges came from.
— it’s just that everything was initiated by this son and his friend’s nephew.
He had already said, the father in his dreams looked gentle, warm and quiet, and didn’t seem to have a character that seeks revenge.
It turned out to be inherited from his mother.
Now that he thought about it, his mother asked him to call his grandfather to collect her corpse, and maybe she had hoped the two brothers could come here and take care of him later.
In particular, his mother had lived in A City for so many years and hadn’t seen her relatives, was probably because his grandfather was meddling in the middle.
After all, A City isn’t that big. They had lived in the suburbs for so many years and bought a house here, how could his grandfather have not known?
For so many years, Lin Mu has never seen any of his mother’s relatives — not even mention relatives visiting, even phone calls came from a few friends and meteors.
But that was an accident.
Only, the mother in his memories seemed very gentle, and it was really impossible to see the rebellion in her bones.
Lin Mu placed down his mobile phone and closed the album. He glanced out of the window, and from the second floor, he could see the tip of the glass house that was under construction.
Several little monsters were carefully putting the glass on, applying the waterproof glue and protective coating, and occasionally turned around to look at his room.
The small mimosa peered into the room and met sight with Lin Mu, paused for two seconds, then smiled shyly at Lin Mu and waved the brush happily.
With this wave, the glue on the brush was flung around, and stuck to the face of the small potato beside her.
Lin Mu and the little monsters were shocked, and he didn’t care about whether he was sad or something, and bounced up from the chair, rushing out of the room.
Lin Mu squatted down and poked the dog’s belly.
The little potato felt wronged and turned back to his original form, and let Lin Mu help him wipe off the glue on his body.
The little mimosa who did the wrong thing anxiously apologised at the side, her eyes were red and filled with anxiety, as if she would cry out the next second.
The big mimosa was comforting her two little friends, and seeing that the comfort seemed to be useless, she also sniffled, and her tears started to trickle.
The Ginseng Baby hurriedly brought out a few bowls of double skin milk2, comforted his friends in a quiet voice, and gave a bowl of double skin milk to each person.
But his little friends couldn’t be coaxed no matter what, and the little Ginseng’s eyes also turned red, and he sniffled as he held the bowl, looking at Lin Mu.
But in Yan Xuanjing’s point of view, no news was good news.
Lin Mu: “……”
After pondering for a while, he asked, “all of you don’t have a name yet, right? Do you want to give yourself a name?”
The few little monsters heard, and instantly stopped their sobs and sniffles.
Lin Mu squatted down and poked the dog’s belly.