Yang Lin's illness had passed the critical phase and he had entered the recovery and convalescence stage. He just needed to persist in taking dication, and the rest would depend on his personal will and emotions. It wasn't necessary to stay in the hospital during the convalescence stage, so Yang Tao helped Suming at the zoo and also brought Yang Lin over, building him a house next to the Lure People Community and hiring soone to take care of him.
The tranquil environnt of Ink-wash Garden, with a life akin to that of the secluded paradise of Taoyuan, far from the hustle and bustle and pollution of the city, was extrely conducive to Yang Lin's recovery.
However, the likelihood of him standing up and walking again was next to impossible. The doctors had already given their diagnosis; the best outco for Yang Lin for the remainder of his life was to be able to sit in a wheelchair and live life like a person with disabilities, mostly able to take care of himself. If his recovery did not go well, he might not even be able to leave his bed.
The serene environnt of Ink-wash Garden and a healthy state of living might help Yang Lin recover to the best of his abilities, but standing up and returning to normal was essentially out of the question.
When they saw Yang Lin, he was reclining in a wheelchair, currently unable to control the wheelchair by himself, under the care of a nurse as he gazed at the distant scenery from mid-mountain.
"Dad, be careful not to catch a chill." Yang Tao squatted next to Yang Lin, pulling up the blanket on his legs.
Yang Lin struggled to raise his hand to touch Yang Tao's head, but his withered forearm only lifted halfway before dropping despondently.
Yang Tao's eyes nearly teared up, and he shook his head slightly to hide the sorrowful emotions within his heart, holding Yang Lin's hand and looking up at him with a smile, "Dad, don't rush. The doctor said the environnt here is good, and in just a month at the most, you'll be able to move your arm."
"Uncle," Suming greeted Yang Lin with a broad smile and a nod.
"Suming has co." Yang Lin also smiled at Suming, "You've developed such a treasure of a place here. I've looked around, and when it cos to tourism, many of the nation's famous scenic spots are not as suitable as this place." As he spoke, Yang Lin gave a bitter smile, sighed, and said, "If it were before, I could have helped you, but now I can't. Just look, I can't even lift my hand."
Initially, there was a bit of awkwardness when Yang Lin and Suming t. After all, the previous incident had been a family matter of the Yang Family. A wife's infidelity, being cuckolded, and even attempting to harm her own husband — such matters would be humiliating for any man, let alone for Suming, who was a junior to Yang Lin.
After all, it was Yang Lin who had been blinded in judging others, falling for the charms of a younger girl.
So, during their initial etings, neither knew quite what to say. Yang Lin felt embarrassed in front of Suming, and it was even harder for Suming to bring it up proactively.
Fortunately, the Yang Family had a heritage of openness and optimistic spirit, which was also evident in Yang Tao. After an initial period of embarrassnt, Yang Lin quickly adjusted his mindset. Once, he even joked with Suming, saying that the uncle had made a mistake any man could make, and that the younger generation should learn from the uncle's lesson — it was a lesson too harsh to forget.
After that joking exchange, the slight awkwardness between them vanished, and old Yang Lin seed to be able to face the past with equanimity.
Indeed, the scenery of the three Taoyuans was quite diverse, full of different charm. During the few days spent in Ink-wash Garden, old Yang Lin had the nurse push him around to tour almost all three Taoyuans. As an old tourism expert, he greatly praised Suming's creativity and even made so suggestions.
Having an elder in the family was like possessing a treasure, and this was no exaggeration, especially when the elder was an expert like Yang Lin. His insights were remarkably targeted, providing Suming with many enlightening ideas.
"Uncle Yang, what are you saying?" Suming sat down on a piece of bluestone nearby and said, "With us young people around, we couldn't possibly let you do everything yourself, could we? I think your industry experience and insights are the most valuable assets. I'll hand over the tourism bit to Yang Tao, and if you could just offer us a few pointers from the sidelines, that would be better than anything."
"I'll accept that complint with a thick skin." Yang Lin chuckled heartily, looking at Yang Tao with a tinge of emotion, and heaved a long sigh, "This ti, thanks to Suming's blessing, we father and son can finally fight shoulder to shoulder."
Yang Tao nodded, "Dad, rest assured, I definitely won't let you down."
While they were talking, a Lure young man ran over from not too far away. The young man was carrying a carrying pole with baskets hanging from both ends, not knowing what was inside, they seed quite heavy. On the rugged mountain road, the Lure lad strode briskly, quickly approaching them.
"Divine Envoy... The thing you asked for..." The language talents of these young Lure people were mostly quite good, and after cramming at training classes, they had mastered simple Mandarin conversations. However, the only headache for Suming was that they insisted on calling him "Divine Envoy," a very shamanistic title, and even felt compelled to add "Sir" to the end.
Suming tried to persuade them a few tis, to no avail, not all Lure people were as wise as the old man A Yila, who saw theology as a kind of spiritual symbol, or sothing elusive in the river of fate. In the eyes of most Lure people, a god is a god, supre and not to be slighted. If they didn't address Suming as Divine Envoy, they would definitely anger the god.
Once, a young girl, pressured by Suming, changed the way she addressed him. As a result, she ca ho so frightened that she prayed in her house for days, seeking forgiveness for her 'blasphemy'.
Latterly, Suming gave up caring about it; Divine Envoy would be just fine. Those who believed would treat him as a spokesman of the gods no matter what they called him, and those who didn't believe would just laugh it off upon hearing it or secretly scorn the Lure people for their ignorance or naivety.
"You've worked hard, my dear Abdulla. I hear you've been getting along well with a local girl recently; do you need any help?" Suming said, patting the young man's shoulder with a smile.
"Oh no, no, Divine Envoy Sir, you're already busy enough, there's no need to spend your energy on my little affairs," Abdulla said with a shy smile. "However, if I could receive your blessing when we get married, it would be the greatest honor of my life."
The several Han people present all laughed. Suming gave a thumbs-up: "Well done, lad, you're nearly married without making a sound! Don't worry, you're the first Lure person to marry a Han girl. I'll officiate at your wedding!"
"Thank you!" Abdulla bowed deeply and then lifted the cloth covering the carrying pole.
In the baskets at both ends of the carrying pole, there was a large jar of wine sealed with clay in each, and a big red paper was pasted on them, with a large 'Monkey' character written on it.
"This is..." Yang Lin and Yang Tao said puzzled.
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For an uncle over thirty who's still unwed, it's tough to have a heartfelt romance, and when you encounter soone who moves your heart, you must cherish it with care. My recent updates have been sparse, and once again, I hope everyone can be understanding~~~~
Would I tell you that every day I'm watching movies, dining, shopping, and kissing with girls, and that's why I'm not writing? Wahaha!
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