After the Lantern Festival, Zhang Yuxi's parents were also preparing to leave Yangcheng. They would vacate the villa, leaving it for Lin Feng and his wife.
Lin Feng planned to head back to Yangcheng after lunch the next day. He had already mentioned this to Lin Dashan. Lin Dashan was reluctant to see them go, but the New Year celebrations were over. Partings were inevitable.
"Your mom made some cured meat. Take some back with you tomorrow."
"Okay."
In the evening, Lin Dashan pulled Lin Feng aside to talk. "What about your yacht?"
"I'll contact the harbor once I'm back in Yangcheng," Lin Feng replied. "Don't worry about it, Dad."
Yes, his son had grown up now. He could hold up his own piece of the sky, while he himself had grown old.
"Alright, Dad won't worry anymore!" Lin Dashan smiled. "Go on to bed. I'll sit for a while longer."
"Okay. You get some rest. I'm heading upstairs."
