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  After several hours of interaction, thanks to Feng Wen's efforts, the relationship between Lin Hong and his mother began to warm up gradually. Lin Hong was only slightly uncomfortable with his mother's sudden return, but he was extremely happy in his heart.

  It's been too long since they've seen each other, and there are so many things they want to say, but when face-to-face, they feel a bit at a loss for words.

  After dinner, Lin Changming and Feng Wan discussed the arrangement for the evening. Feng Wan asked to sleep with Lin Hong, and asked Lin Changming to ask her secretary Lu Fangfang to arrange a bed.

  Lin Hongping usually slept at the waste collection station, leaving Xiao Lu to sleep alone at Lin's house, which wasn't quite right. Anyway, there were beds at the waste collection station, so Lin Changming took two quilts and went to prepare first. If Sun Wu hadn't returned to Shuanghe Village to sleep tonight, he would have been asked to sleep at Lin's house.

  Feng Wan, Lu Fangfang and Lin Hong walked behind at a strolling pace.

  "Xiao Hong, why didn't you sleep with your father?" Feng Wen started to bring up the topic. She also saw that her son was a bit introverted and rarely saw him take the initiative to speak.

  Lin Hong thought for a moment and said, "After Dad took over the village's carton factory, he was busy day and night, sometimes not even coming back at night; then it would be convenient for me to learn martial arts with Master. Actually, he had another reason that he didn't say out loud, which was that it would be convenient for him to play with his radio at night. However, he was worried that Mom would blame him for this, so he held back.

  Feng Wan recalled the scene of her son washing clothes today and asked: "Normally, do you help with household chores like cooking and laundry?"

  Lin Hong hesitated for a moment before nodding: "When Dad is busy and doesn't have time, I'll help out."

  "I wrote so many letters, why didn't you reply to mom? Is it because mom hasn't come home for so many years?"

  Lin Hong was taken aback.

  Mom has always been writing letters to me? Why have I never seen her myself?

  He quickly figured out what was going on and his lips moved slightly, but he remained silent.

  Feng Wan saw that her son seemed unwilling to talk anymore, so she didn't ask any more questions.

  However, after walking for a while, Feng Wan gradually discovered a detail. She found that Lin Hong's posture was slightly awkward when he walked, although it was very subtle, but it didn't escape her eyes.

  "Xiao Hong, your posture while walking is a bit incorrect." Feng Wan immediately corrected him. She thought it was because her son hadn't developed good habits since he was young, "When you step forward with your right leg, your knee should be straight, but now it's slightly bent inward."

  Lin Hong's body paused for a moment, and then he still didn't speak and continued to move forward. It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but it was really hard to say anything.

  His right leg problem can be said to be the biggest heart disease in his heart. Since childhood, because of this reason, he has been ridiculed by countless peers. Although children's ridicule is equivalent to a prank, it does not have much malice, but the harm to his soul is inevitable.

  He was once very self-abased, hated communicating with others and completely closed himself in his own small world. This situation did not change until he came into contact with radio and followed his master to learn martial arts.

  By practicing Xingyiquan, he greatly enhanced his control over his body's bones and muscles, thereby forcibly correcting the defect in his right leg to the point where it is now almost imperceptible if one doesn't pay attention.

  But to think further, it is extremely difficult. He had also asked his master this question before. His master said that the problem with his legs was not a skin-deep issue, but may involve control of the nerves. To correct this problem through martial arts practice, unless he could enter the stage of transforming his internal energy, otherwise it would be impossible to truly solve this problem.

  Feng Wan saw that her son was not listening to her, and she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. She opened her mouth, but ultimately let out a soft sigh, thinking to herself that she would talk to Lin Changming about this later. If his posture while walking wasn't corrected in time, it would be very difficult to correct later on, and this was no small matter.

  Secretary Lu Fangfang didn't say a word all the way, she had no idea about Director Shi's affairs beforehand. They came to Lingnan Province this time to attend a conference on international student exchange programs. After the meeting, Feng Wen found her and asked her to accompany him back to his hometown.

  On the way to Dongling City, she just heard Director Feng mention a few things about going to the countryside back then. It turned out that she had already settled down here and even had a son. No wonder Director Feng had been so indifferent to those pursuers all these years. This was absolutely shocking news for their entire unit.

  Of course, Lu Fangfang wouldn't be foolish enough to mention this to others. Director Feng letting her accompany him was a sign of his trust in her, and all she felt in her heart was endless joy and gratitude. Seeing that the director's son seemed to be ignoring her, she was also very anxious on the side.

  The director's son seems to have a lot of personality. She thought so in her heart.

  When they arrived at the waste collection station, Lin Changming had already prepared the bed. Sun Wu happened to be back home sleeping today. Lin Hong slept with his mother, and Lu Fangfang slept on Sun Wu's bed.

  Lin Changming handed over a few words and left. Although he also had many things to say to his wife, it was clear that now was not the most appropriate time.

  The countryside at night is pitch black, unlike the city's bright lights and bustling streets. So when night falls, rural people generally go to bed very early. After TVs became popular, there was a bit of entertainment activity, with everyone gathering in households that had TVs, forming a small-scale video hall where they'd sit around the TV watching exciting TV dramas.

  There was a TV in the waste collection station, placed in Sun Wu's room. This made Lu Fangfang extremely happy because she had recently become obsessed with a TV series and had been worried that she would miss some episodes since there were no TVs in the countryside, but it turned out that she was arranged to stay in a room with a TV.

  Feng Wan followed Lin Hong to the room that used to belong to Old Xu. As soon as she entered, she noticed the workbench in front of the window and the wooden frame for the radio next to it.

  Watching her son walk slowly to the workbench, start cleaning up various electronic components and instruments that she couldn't name, to be honest, she was deeply shocked.

  She didn't ask out loud, but instead began to observe carefully.

  The things on the workbench were neatly arranged, and with her knowledge, she naturally knew that these were some essential tools for electrical maintenance. On the table, there were also some semi-finished devices that had been disassembled, such as several old radios, telephones, loudspeakers, etc., and even a small black-and-white TV set that had been dismantled with most of its components removed.

  What surprised her most was the device on the shelf next to it, with various colored wires densely intertwined among them. It was clear that this thing was not like the things on the workbench that couldn't work. She saw that this was a complete set of wireless radio equipment, similar to what she had seen during an inspection at a provincial key high school some time ago.

  Next to the shelf was a notebook, Feng Wan picked it up and flipped through it, on which were recorded dense English words and numbers. She often received foreign guests, but she looked at them like heavenly books, only recognizing a few simple words, but had no idea what they meant when combined together.

  She turned her head to look at her son, but saw Lin Hong take out a box from somewhere and put it on the workbench. He then took out sheet after sheet of manuscript paper from the box, while holding a pen in his hand to record something on another piece of paper.

  She walked over and took a look, and suddenly she was stunned again. She couldn't understand what her son was writing at all.

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