Those naive and innocent years, old friends come to visit

  It was a special day, Tian Tian remembered that day, the scene, her heart seemed to have been struck by lightning, numbly standing at the door, eyes forgot to move, hands on the cold pillar but didn't feel any chill, watching the slowly opening black iron gate. The elegant stretched Lincoln appeared in her retina from small to large until it stopped in front of her.

  That was the person she hadn't seen since she was three years old, yet shared the same blood as her. In her vague memory, only the outline was similar, everything else was unfamiliar.

  She thought she should even go up, bow and say politely: Sir and Madam, you've got the wrong parking spot, but Merry Christmas to you both, would you like some turkey?

  It's really ironic, Tian Tian thought to herself. At this moment, she should be drawing a perfect smile on her lips, but for some reason, she couldn't move, her legs, hands, and even her face felt heavy as if filled with lead, making her stand silently in place.

  They opened the car door, then closed it again, and walked towards her with elegance and nobility. If not for their yellow skin and black hair, she almost thought they were gentlemen and ladies from France. Her mother, Lyu Yanlan, was holding an expensive pair of sunglasses between her fingers at this time. Wearing sunglasses in winter, isn't the sunlight too dazzling? Tian Tian thought.

  She also had a neatly combed hair tied up in a bun at the back of her head, secured with a rhinestone hair clip. She wore a black windbreaker that only revealed a pair of high heels of the same color. She touched her face that remained youthful and said to the man beside her, "China's winter is really cold, the seasonal winds are terrible, I don't know if it will dry out my skin."

  The young man smiled lightly, his eyes fixed on the girl in front of him who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, wondering what he was thinking. Tian Tian stared back at him, and like him, she was also scrutinizing him from head to toe, his hairstyle should be carefully designed by a famous designer, handsome but not lacking in maturity, noble but not lacking in style.

  He has a pair of eyes similar to Tian Tian's, but his eye corners are more slender, while Tian Tian's are softer. He also has high nose bridge and thin lips under it.

  He also wore a black windbreaker, looking tall and robust, with long legs that matched his black trousers perfectly. He was probably only thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, and for a moment, Tian Tian thought he was a famous model who had walked out of a magazine.

  As they approached Tian Tian, Tian Tian finally drew out the perfect smile she had imagined, at exactly thirty degrees, and then said: Welcome to China.

  "Little sweet?" The man smiled, "I am your father."

  "Oh, I see," Tian Tian said thoughtfully, then opened her arms and smiled brightly, "Tian Junfeng, hello."

  Tian Junfeng's face changed for a moment before quickly returning to normal. He hugged Tian Tian back, "Do you miss your dad?"

  The expensive fragrance on him rushed straight into Tian Xiang's nostrils, she patted Tian Junfeng's back and clearly spat out a word, "Want."

  Tian Junfeng smiled happily, "Dad misses you too, it's about time you came back to visit."

  His voice was so good to hear, gentle and with a masculine charm. Tian Tian's eyelashes trembled, and she said obediently, "Why didn't you come back earlier? Oh, I know, you're busy with your career!" Still the same naive and innocent tone, like a child who doesn't understand the world, but her words cut into the man's heart like a knife.

  It's supposed to be like this, it's supposed to make you feel guilty, but even this is not enough to alleviate the hatred in my heart.

  "Let's go inside and sit down, it's cold outside, don't freeze your skin off. The seasonal wind is not as warm and humid as the oceanic climate, come on, Dad," she said, glancing at Lü Yanlan who was standing beside her with interest, watching her exchange pleasantries with Tian Junfeng, "and Mom." With that, she walked into the house by herself.

  Tian Junfeng and Lü Yanlan exchanged a glance and followed him in.

  "Xiao Cheng hurry up and come out, look who's here." Tian Tian shouted from upstairs.

  "Who is it, who is it," Tian Cheng ran out and saw Tian Junfeng and Lü Yanlan sitting on the sofa drinking tea. "Mom," he said softly, stunned in place. Then, he ran downstairs, grabbed Tian Tian's hand, and looked at her with a puzzled expression, "That gentleman is..."

  "Tian Junfeng, your father." Tian Tian officially introduced.

  "Father?" Tian Cheng held the two words in his mouth, slowly digesting them. He had lived for over a decade, but only occasionally would his mother return to their country to visit him. However, he had never seen this man before.

  Tian Junfeng stretched out his hand and pulled Tian Cheng over, letting him sit beside him, saying "Little Cheng is so big now."

  Tian Heng stared at him foolishly, nodding his head without saying a word. In his eyes, this person was strange and fresh, whoever it was, it was all the same. When someone with blood ties suddenly appeared before you, you would also be unable to accept it for a while.

  "You're ten years old now," Tian Junfeng said affectionately, ruffling his hair.

  Tian Heng continued to nod in agreement, his eyes occasionally glancing at Tian Tien. He was not used to it and felt really uncomfortable, even a bit embarrassed.

  "How have you been lately? Is your money enough?" Lü Yanlan asked while blowing the hot tea.

  "It's okay, we're not wearing branded clothes anyway." Tian Tian shrugged and said indifferently.

  "Even if you buy a brand name, the money I give you should be enough, right?" Lü Yanlan said with a sneer after taking a sip of tea.

  Her words made Tian Tian annoyed, but instead she smiled and said lightly, "You know enough to ask, isn't it a waste of effort? Is it used to prove that there are still us on the other side of the ocean in your country?" Tian Tian's words were sharp and piercing, yes, for them, they should be so sharp and sarcastic. The phrase 'your country' was extremely clever, completely taking the initiative, and also, their indifference to the sister and brother was an unfeeling accusation.

  Lv Yanlan was speechless for a moment, her face slightly flushed with redness. It had been years since they last met, and her daughter had become even more powerful, with an even sharper tongue. She was really great.

  "Xiao Tian, don't talk to Mom like that." Tian Junfeng was somewhat dissatisfied with Tian Tian's sharp words, his brow furrowed, but his tone remained gentle.

  "So what am I supposed to say, thank you for depositing tens of thousands into our bank accounts every year? Thank you for staying in France for over a decade? Thank you for bringing us into this world and then heartlessly abandoning us without you? Is that it? Well, thank you, sincere thanks."

  Tian Tian clenched her fists as she spoke, her voice trembling with emotion. This was a heartfelt confession that had been bottled up for years, about the two loves that she and Xiao Cheng should have received but were deprived of. She wanted to make them suffer, to replace their pride as parents with a sense of defeat. Yet, despite hating and loving them at the same time, she yearned to rush forward and hug them, to kiss their faces.