Chapter 385 – A Happy Family Event, Peace in the World

Outside the Ye Family’s gate, Ye Kuang appeared somewhat hesitant.

The reason was that this old doorway, just like in the past, evoked memories of bygone days, making it hard to suppress the trembling throughout his body.

Creak!

Unexpectedly, the door suddenly opened, and a small head popped out.

“Uncle, you’ve been standing in front of my house for a long time. What do you want?”

“Huh? You said this is your house? Then where is my house?”

“Eh, uncle, you’ve stumped me with that question. How would I know where your house is?”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang felt as if struck by lightning. He was utterly dumbfounded and had no choice but to dial his father’s number.

“Beep, beep, beep…”

At that moment, his ears were sharp enough to catch the faint ringing of a phone from inside the house at the same time.

Ye Zhennan: “Where are you, kid?”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang froze once again, leaving him speechless for a long while.

Ye Zhennan: “Say something! Have you gone mute?”

Ye Kuang: “Dad!”

“What is it?” Ye Zhennan responded casually upon hearing his voice.

Little did he know, Ye Zhennan’s voice suddenly trembled slightly, and then, as if he had knocked over bowls and chopsticks, he rushed out of the kitchen.

In an instant, their eyes met. The profound and inexplicable feeling of blood ties washed over them, leaving both parties at the scene speechless.

At a glance, the graying temples and the traces of time etched like ripples on water unmistakably revealed the marks of aging left by the years.

Was it heartbreaking?

Ye Kuang searched his heart and found himself inexplicably moved, overwhelmed by the innate emotions of a child toward their parent.

So much so that in this moment, any words seemed insignificant. A single glance, a subtle smile—it was as if they conveyed more than a thousand words could express.

Tears streamed down like strings of pearls, unmistakably carrying the unbreakable bond of blood between them.

It was the unspoken understanding between father and son!

Wiping his tear-filled eyes, Ye Kuang made to step through the doorway before him.

But who would have thought that the little one suddenly scolded, “Uncle, what are you trying to do? Do you know that trespassing is illegal?”

Ye Kuang: “…”

Ye Zhennan: “…”

Little one: “Go away, go away! This isn’t your house, you know!”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but cast a pleading glance toward the old man standing ahead, arms crossed, as if turning a blind eye.

Surprisingly, Ye Zhennan remained unmoved, clearly adopting a bystander’s stance.

Seeing this, how could Ye Kuang not understand that this was the first hurdle of his homecoming?

It was to resolve the barrier right before him.

“Little girl, what’s your name?”

“My dad said a little girl’s name shouldn’t be shared casually with strangers.”

“Oh? Then your dad seems pretty impressive. Let Uncle guess—is his surname Ye?”

The little one shook her head: “…”

Ye Kuang: “Not surnamed Ye? Then is it Yang?”

The little one: “…”

Seeing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel inwardly troubled, growing somewhat curious about the little one before him: Could she not be his biological sister, separated for over a decade?

It was only then that Ye Zhennan finally stepped in to defuse the situation: “Alright, alright, what kind of look is that, kid? How dare you slander your old man? If your mom finds out, wouldn’t I end up kneeling on a durian?”At this point, Ye Zhennan smoothly picked up the little one and said, “Little fellow, he’s your uncle—my good-for-nothing son, Ye Kuang. Come on, call him uncle.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, “She… when did I gain a niece?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he still found it hard to believe, wondering which elder brother had such formidable prowess, managing to keep it completely under wraps.

Ye Zhennan explained, “She’s the only granddaughter of your late aunt.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang grew deeply puzzled. He then picked up his luggage and stepped into this long-missed harbor—’home.’

Casually, he asked, “Aunt left? Where did she go?”

Ye Zhennan: “…”

The little one chimed in, “My grandma went to a very, very faraway place and hasn’t come back for a long time…”

Thud!

It was only at this moment that Ye Kuang belatedly realized the truth. His luggage fell to the ground, though he remained unaware of it.

Seeing this, Ye Zhennan forced a calm demeanor, turning away as he said with a faint smile, “Since you’ve finally come back, go and tidy up your luggage first. Later, we’ll pay our respects to her—consider it making up for the final farewell.”

……

The familiar bedroom remained neat and dust-free, clearly well-maintained by someone.

Yet Ye Kuang sat motionless on the edge of the bed, lost in inexplicable grief.

It seemed like reminiscence, yet also resembled dazed stillness.

He remained seated for a long time, accompanied only by faint breaths and the slow, rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat.

After what felt like an eternity, Ye Zhennan suddenly knocked on the door.

Ye Kuang snapped back to reality, his voice trembling as he replied, “Just a moment, I’ll be right out.”

Instead of waiting, Ye Zhennan pushed the door open, glanced at the untouched luggage, and sighed. “Everyone who could make it is here. Go and greet them.”

Ye Kuang: “…”

Hearing these words, his expression shifted noticeably, his movements turning somewhat stiff.

But when he saw the handful of elderly figures in the hall, he could no longer hold back.

“Sigh…”

And in that sigh—what exactly was he releasing? Could it merely be turbid air?

“Little Ye, you’ve finally returned,” Uncle Ye Aojin suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

“Not a bit changed, still as sly as ever. But what’s with your hair?”

“What does it matter? Modern youth ought to have this trendy vitality. Otherwise, how could they be called the younger generation?”

For a moment, Ye Kuang stood frozen upon hearing the familiar voices, his red-rimmed eyes scanning back and forth as if trying to trace the outlines of those from the past.

Yet, how could the sorrow here be encapsulated by a single word like ‘melancholy’?

Watching the elders banter, laugh, and even argue over trivial matters—everything remained just as it was years ago.

At this thought, Ye Kuang suddenly declared, “Uncle, second uncle, second aunt, all my brothers and sisters—Ye Kuang has returned.”

His trembling words gradually filled the hall, plunging the entire space into silence.

Ignoring the reaction, Ye Kuang gazed past the crowd at the similarly tearful figure behind them and softly uttered that long-unspoken address: “Mom.””Wuwuwu… It’s good that you’re back, it’s good that you’re back.” Upon hearing the voice, Yang Qiu couldn’t conceal her trembling either, and could only repeat these words over and over.

As the saying goes, men don’t shed tears easily.

Little do people know, women’s tears are no different in this regard.

At this moment, although everyone found it hard to suppress their sorrowful emotions, there were still about a dozen little ones around them. Just this heartwarming scene alone was enough.

Yet his heart remained restless, so much so that deep inside, he couldn’t help but think: When family members pass away and the nephew isn’t present, please allow this nephew to make up for seeing them off on their final journey.

This family experiences both joyous and mournful events – worldly affairs are always unpredictable. But if there’s a continuing future, it truly reflects the saying: “When families have fortunate events, the world remains peaceful!”

And by nurturing them to grow up healthy, the future holds boundless hope.

So thought Ye Kuang.