If Heaven Has Feelings (65) Author: hyperX

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Chapter Sixty-Five

I walked out of Lige and lit a cigarette in the corridor. Since Bai Liyuan had been staying in her hometown,
I was left to handle the shop's affairs. For some reason, business had slowed down considerably after the New Year. Lige's customer
traffic was never very high to begin with, and the shop's average transaction value wasn't geared towards the general public; it mainly relied on a few
big-spending regular customers. However, these wealthy ladies and socialites who used to frequent the shop were noticeably fewer. It seemed that Bai Liyuan's social
circle had a significant impact on business.

Thinking of that beautiful woman living alone in her old house, my heart surged again. I really wanted to end these
chores here and return to her side to share a simple yet warm and happy life.

Slightly annoyed, I finished my cigarette and turned to walk downstairs. Unexpectedly, I saw a familiar
figure .

"Hi, Brother Gao Yan." The slightly sweet voice still came from Xiao Yi's mouth. She seemed to have
forgotten her experience at the nightclub and greeted me warmly and proactively.

Surprisingly, she wasn't wearing her uniform during work hours. A simple blue denim outfit made
her slender figure look even slimmer, with a white knitted scarf around her neck and white
sneakers on her feet. Her long, black hair was tied in a simple ponytail, and her fair face, without makeup, wore
a pure smile, making her look like a female college student.

"Why aren't you working?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I quit my job and plan to go to another city," Xiao Yi replied politely. Only then did I notice
the large suitcase at her feet.

I didn't know what to say. Xiao Yi also lost her usual liveliness. There were only
the two of . Looking at our reflections in the elevator wall, we fell into an awkward silence. Fortunately
, the elevator reached the ground floor soon. Xiao Yi said goodbye softly and struggled to lift her suitcase and walk out.

I watched her thin figure pulling a large suitcase, one foot already out of the elevator. A sudden
thought struck me, and I reached out to hold the elevator door shut. Xiao Yi turned back to look at me, somewhat surprised.

"Let me see you off. Where are you going?" Without further ado, I pulled the suitcase back into the elevator. Xiao Yi's face
showed surprise at first, but she quickly broke into a happy smile.

We went to the underground parking garage together, put the suitcase in the trunk, and drove towards Huaihai Station.

Once in the car, Xiao Yi reverted to her usual mischievous self. Sitting in the passenger seat, she looked
around curiously, seemingly very interested in the car, or perhaps just curious about anything related to me.

She hardly stopped talking, either asking how much the car cost or where Bai Liyuan
had been all this time.

"Brother Gao Yan, how do I look wearing them?" I turned my head and saw that Xiao Yi's thin, fair
face was now adorned with a pair of Chanel women's sunglasses. Beneath the large frames, her small mouth revealed
a childlike smile, her clean, even teeth gleaming with a hint of smugness as she grinned at me.

"Put the glasses back, and don't touch anything in the car." I recognized them as Bai Liyuan's personal belongings;
she usually kept them in the glove compartment. I said, somewhat displeased.

"Okay." Seeing my displeasure, Xiao Yi quickly took off the sunglasses and put them back. She
became much more reserved, sitting upright and motionless.

Seeing her suddenly serious and unsmiling, a stark contrast to her usual self, I thought
I might . Why should I, a grown man, hold a grudge against her? Besides, this girl had helped me before.

I hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm just looking at the scenery." Xiao Yi turned and gave me a bright smile. Her face
showed no sign of being affected by my words; at least, I couldn't tell.

"This city is so big! I'm almost leaving, and there are so many places I haven't been to yet," Xiao Yi murmured
to herself, her eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window. She seemed to be genuinely admiring the view, her eyes filled with envy and
longing.

Our car happened to pass through one of the city's most culturally significant streets, lined with
red-brick buildings from the last century, the houses and streets carrying a colonial feel. In the early 20th century, many
intellectuals and artists lived here; now it's a popular leisure spot for urban professionals. Many stylish
men and women sat at street cafes, chatting aimlessly and enjoying the rare warm sunshine.

"Where are you going? Why did you resign?" Hearing her wistful words, I suddenly remembered the question I was about
to ask .

"After staying in one city for too long, I just want to go somewhere different. I like big cities; there are
skyscrapers and cars everywhere, and beautiful people everywhere. They wear beautiful clothes and live relaxed and fashionable
lives. They seem so happy," Xiao Yi murmured to herself, her tone like a little girl seeing her
favorite candy. It was the first time I'd seen her so genuinely express herself.

"Actually, they might not be happy," I replied casually.

"How do you know? At least they can wear designer clothes, eat delicious food, and
are never . It's much better than us working hard to get to and from work, right?" Xiao Yi retorted somewhat aggressively.
Her reaction was unlike the shrewd girl she usually was.

"Our annual salary isn't even enough for one of their handbags. So many people save every penny just to buy
something , and then they have to wait for seasonal sales. Who wants to live like that?"

"Money doesn't necessarily bring you happiness," I said simply and bluntly. Among the wealthy people I've met,
very few are truly happy. Lu Jiang was incredibly wealthy, but his son and family troubled him greatly; Vera Su
was born into privilege, but couldn't have a normal marriage or have children; Meng Lan and Shi Yijun, among others, were preoccupied with
their reputation and status, making happiness a distant dream.

"But you definitely won't be happy without money," Xiao Yi retorted firmly, rarely
expressing .

"My family is in a small village in the north. I have six siblings, and since birth I've lived a life without..."
"Those were days of poverty. We had no money for food, no money for clothes, no money for school. The boys in our
village went to work in the coal mines when they grew up, and the girls went to work after graduating from junior high school. Every day, we argued about money and trivial matters, and the arguments
would escalate into physical fights. I hated staying at home back then, and I couldn't wait to grow up so I could go out
and work." "

I lived like that for over ten years, and I don't think being poor makes you happy at all," Xiao Yi said
with a tone of disgust. Her gaze was fixed on the passing traffic and men and women outside the window, her eyes
showing a maturity beyond her years.

"So I left early, leaving that home I hated. It felt like I was
reborn . I've been to several cities. There are plenty of jobs and opportunities to make money in big cities. Here, I
can earn my own money and improve my life."

"There are so many outsiders here. Everyone's here to make money. They don't ask about your background. Nobody
knows what kind of family you come from. As long as you have money, everyone respects you. I can wear
the same clothes, eat the same food, and play the same games as those city kids. As long as I have money, I can do it."

Xiao Yi's sharp retort left me speechless. Although this girl was thin, she had experienced a
lot. She was like a sapling growing in gravel, surviving
tenaciously .

"Then why are you leaving now?" I asked casually, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm still young. I want to go to more places and see the world." Xiao Yi probably realized she had been too
emotional , and her tone softened considerably.

"One of my dreams is to be an actress, so I can go to many places, wear many beautiful clothes,
and act with many big stars. Luckily, a film academy in Yanjing sent me an acceptance letter, and I want to
give it a try ."

"Are you having any financial difficulties? Do you need any help?" I felt a pang of pity for this girl; she
possessed a rare tenacity, always challenging her fate.

"Haha, thank you, brother. But I've worked at the shop for three years, and Sister Li has always been very generous to us.
Plus other part-time jobs, so I've saved up some money, enough for me to live on for a while." Xiao Yi smiled
and declined my offer, but from her tone, she was clearly happy that I was willing to help her.

This girl might be a little younger than Yang Naijin, but compared to her, she was much more independent.
These past years certainly haven't been as easy as she made it out to be. For example, what happened at the nightclub that day—that
was probably part of her part-time job too.

Before I knew it, the car had arrived at its destination, and I dragged my suitcase along with her to the waiting room.
A long queue had already formed at the ticket gate. Xiao Yi stood at the back of the line, waving to me and saying, "Thank you, brother. I can
wait by myself. You can go back if you need to." "

Where's your phone?" I was about to turn away when
I asked.

Xiao Yi didn't understand what I meant, but she still took a small, delicate flip phone out of her pocket and handed it to
me. I opened the flip phone, which had several cracks, entered my number, and then put the phone back in her
hand, saying in a deep voice, "Call me if you have any difficulties. Don't call unless it's important."

Xiao Yi took the phone, smiling like a flower, her eyes curving into crescent moons, and whispered, "
Brother Gao Yan, can I hug you?"

She wasn't wearing makeup today, and her slender figure made her look delicate, but she was even more beautiful than the heavily made-up girl in the nightclub
.

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Before I could even speak, Xiao Yi pounced on me like a little deer, her slender arms tightly wrapped around my
waist, burying her face in my chest. My hands hung awkwardly in the air, unsure whether to lower them or hold her
tighter.

"My name is Yi Jia, Yi as in easy, Jia as in beautiful woman, remember that," the girl in my arms murmured.

She was a little shorter than Yang Naijin, but their slender figures were about the same, her body carrying the youthful innocence of a young woman.
Her hair smelled of fresh shampoo. My arms lingered in the air for a moment before finally settling on her long, smooth, black
hair.

Xiao Yi hugged me for a while, seemingly blissfully content. Then she released me, picked up her suitcase, and
said with a gentle smile, "Thank you, I've fulfilled another dream."

"Take care on your journey," I nodded slightly, adjusting the scarf around her neck.

Watching her pass through the ticket gate, I turned to walk out of the station. Suddenly, I heard Xiao Yi's clear voice behind me.
I turned around.

"Brother Gao Yan!" She stood in the crowd at the station entrance, waving her hands enthusiastically at me, then put both
hands to her mouth and shouted, "You're so handsome!"

Passersby turned to look at me. With a helpless expression on my face, Xiao Yi picked up her suitcase and
walked inside, the white scarf gradually disappearing into the crowd.

After returning from the station, I drove home, but instead of going into the garage,
I directly to the entrance of the Xingfu Jiayuan residential complex. There were still traces of firecrackers at the entrance of the novelty shop, and
there were quite a few customers coming and going, indicating that business was booming. Lao Zhang and Yao Ying were busy serving customers.

The sharp-eyed Lao Zhang saw me appear at the entrance and immediately came over to greet me. When he saw my
Prado parked at the entrance, his eyes lit up, and he asked me all sorts of questions with a big smile. At this moment, Yao Ying also came out of the shop.

"Wife, come and see. Our little brother is really rich now, driving such a nice car, tsk tsk."

Lao Zhang stroked the Prado's body and flattered me.

Yao Ying ignored him. Her eyes, filled with genuine concern, looked at me as she smiled and pulled me close, saying,
"Little brother, you've finally come to see your older sister."

"Yes, it's been quite a while since you've come. We've both been missing you. Your sister keeps
nagging me to come find you. But I don't have your phone number, how am I supposed to find you?" Old Zhang chimed in.

I turned back and grabbed a few bags from the car, stuffing them with cigarettes and alcohol as New Year's gifts, so he could rest
for a bit.

Old Zhang beamed and reached for them, but Yao Ying snatched them away, waving her dry fingers and saying, "These
are from my brother, why are you so excited?"

"This...this, I'm his brother-in-law, what's wrong with taking a little liquor?" Old Zhang stammered, arguing.

"Drink, drink, drink! Your blood pressure is already so high, and you're still drinking. If you get sick, I won't have the money to treat you." Old Zhang was
speechless after being rebuked, but his small eyes still lingered on the liquor.

"I'll take your things home and put them away for you. You watch the shop, and then it'll be your turn to go home for dinner." Yao Ying
raised her eyebrows and glared at Old Zhang, who immediately softened and walked back to the counter somewhat dejectedly.

Yao Ying carried the cigarettes and liquor while pulling my hand back to the apartment complex. Returning to that familiar house, I
couldn't help but think of the things that happened when I first arrived in Guijing. My first night in Huaihai City was spent here. I had
slept in the same bed with Yao Ying in the guest room, but we didn't do anything then. I didn't know that
she would later become my sworn sister, let alone that she was the daughter of my savior.

As soon as Yao Ying entered, she took off her down jacket. She seemed to be enjoying a comfortable life lately; her full,
rounded breasts were clearly visible beneath her bright red sweater. She poured me a cup of hot tea and sat down beside me
. We chatted about our lives over the past six months. Despite Yao Ying's bluntness towards Old Zhang,
it was clear from her words that the couple had a good relationship. Their small shop was thriving, and Rui Rui would be starting elementary school after the New Year
. Their life was quite prosperous.

As she spoke, Yao Ying brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead. Her fair, smooth face seemed a little rounder, her full,
bright red lips and eyes radiating spring-like joy—she was a young
woman . Although their life wasn't extravagantly wealthy, they weren't in dire straits either. They were content,
living a simple, uneventful life as ordinary citizens.

"Sister, have you been back to your hometown in the past few years?" After chatting for a while, I finally revealed
the purpose of my visit.

"I've only been back once since my brother's accident, it's been about seven or eight years now." Talking about her brother
brought back painful memories, and Yao Ying's bright eyes dimmed.

"Although I grew up in that town, I didn't like it at all. The people in that town
were all awful." Yao Ying spoke of Bird Mountain Town with obvious disgust.

"What's wrong? Why are you asking about this?" Yao Ying asked suspiciously.

"I went to Bird Mountain Town during the Spring Festival, and that's when I heard some things." I recounted the story
I had heard .

"Mother really had it so hard." As I listened to this story, Yao Ying kept her lips tightly pressed together
, and her eyes were faintly moist.

"She raised us with such hardship, and before I could even repay her kindness, she was gone. My mother
was such a good woman, why did she have such a tragic life?" Yao Ying murmured sadly to herself.

"But do you know anything about your father? Why doesn't he live with you?" I couldn't help
but ask.

"Father? I've never met him, and I don't know what he does. When I was older,
I asked my mother about it, and she always told me that my father was doing some very important work, so he couldn't be with
us ." Yao Ying spoke of her father with a look of indignation, but she didn't know much about him

either. "As time went by, I stopped caring about it. What does it matter if I don't have a father? Since he's not by his children's side,
it means he doesn't love us. What's the point of a father who doesn't love his children?"

"Did your mother ever say why he couldn't come home, or what kind of work he did?" I continued to ask for details.

"My mother never said anything. She always seemed to be avoiding the question, and as time went by, we stopped
asking." Yao Ying shook her head, her face filled with confusion.

"Little brother, why do you care about this person?" she asked curiously.

I silently took out the photos from my pocket and placed them in front of Yao Ying. She picked up
the photos , looked at them carefully, and a look of nostalgia appeared on her face.

"You've been to my hometown?"

I nodded to confirm.

"No wonder, I always remembered I had a few photos left there. But I hated going back to that town, I didn't
expect you to bring them to me." Yao Ying didn't ask too many questions, she was already reminded of the photos and started
talking to herself.

"This is the only photo of me and my mother, I was only 5 years old then, you see, my mother was quite pretty back then
." I nodded in agreement, Yao's mother looked like the kind of virtuous and kind woman, I've
always had a good impression of women like that.

"But her health was never good, and she had two children to raise, we were always struggling financially.

She earned a little money by doing needlework, she would work until late at night every day, and over time she developed a cough
, but she couldn't bear to spend money to see a doctor, and as a result, she kept putting it off until later..."

Yao Ying became more and more sad as she spoke, and couldn't help but bury her face in the table and cry. I felt sorry for her, moved over and
gently hugged her, patting her back to comfort her.

After a while, she calmed down, wiped away her tears, and picked up a solo photograph on the table.

"Is he your father?" I asked softly.

"Yes, Mother always kept this photograph very carefully. When I was little, I often saw her secretly taking it out at night
when , looking at it and crying. When I grew up, I asked her about it, and that's when she told
me the answer." Yao Ying's eyes held a look that was hard to tell—a mixture of joy and sorrow.

"Back then, I didn't understand why Mother would cry looking at the man in the photograph. When I got older
, I understood the look in her eyes when she looked at the photograph, but she never told me their
story."

I felt quite melancholy as I listened. Yao's mother was truly a rare and good woman; she was so devoted and
family-oriented, yet her fate was so tragic. This world was too cruel to her. Why do loyal
and kind people always fail to receive the blessings they deserve?

Yao Ying had no idea what I was thinking. She picked up the color photo again,
a smile suddenly appearing on her face. Her fair fingers gently stroked the couple in the picture, as if it were a cherished
memory for her.

"This was taken when I was eighteen. I had already gone to work in the city then. Xiao En came during her vacation..."
"Look at me, I took him to the City God Temple, the Botanical Garden, and so many other places. We had so much fun that day..."

"Xiao En? Is he the younger brother you were talking about?" I only then learned Yao Ying's brother's name.

"Yes, he's about two years older than you. He was still in high school then, but he was already so
tall . It's just that our family wasn't well-off when he was little, so he's always been so thin." Yao Ying's eyes
shone with rare enthusiasm as she spoke of her younger brother.

"Look, Xiao En looks just like you. If he were still alive, he'd probably be tall and
strong like you."

Yao Ying stared intently at the dark-skinned boy in the photo. The smile on her face was exactly the same as
the . For a moment, it felt like she had returned to her eighteen-year-old self.

"Your brother is four years younger than you? So, your father never came back?" I had felt
something , but now it suddenly dawned on me. If Uncle Wei never returned to Bird Mountain Town,
how was Yao Ying's brother born?

"I don't remember very clearly either. It seems like one day my mother left me at a neighbor's house. She went out for some
reason , and the next day, there was a little brother in the house." Yao Ying's confusion was no less than mine
as she muttered to herself.

"When I grew up and became more sensible, I realized that Xiao En probably wasn't my mother's biological son." Yao Ying shook her head, then
nodded, her voice softening.

"But no matter what, he's still my own brother, and my mother treats him like her own son. Our
family has always been so loving."

I had come hoping to unravel the mystery, but after meeting Yao Ying, the mystery only deepened.
Currently , only the fact that Uncle Wei is Yao Ying's father is certain, but why did Uncle Wei abandon his wife and daughter?
Who is Yao Ying's brother's father? A series of questions still troubled me. Why are the relationships so
complicated? What exactly happened to Uncle Wei back then? At this moment, I wished he could rise from the dead and
answer these questions for me.

"Little brother, why are you so interested in our family's affairs?" Yao Ying
snapped , asking with a hint of doubt.

I didn't answer directly, but instead took out the pocket watch, opened it, and placed it in front of her. Yao Ying curiously picked up the pocket watch, and
when she saw the woman in the picture, she exclaimed in surprise.

"This, isn't this my mother? Little brother, where did you get this?"

This time I didn't hide anything and recounted my experiences from Nanshan Island to Niaoshan Town, focusing
on my relationship with Uncle Wei and the series of events that followed after he gave me the pocket watch.

After hearing my story, Yao Ying hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is this man surnamed Wei you mentioned
really the man in the photo?"

"Yes, I lived with him on the island for over six years, and he does look very much like the man in the photo, and he also gave me
this pocket

watch." I told her with certainty. "So, he's my father. His surname is Wei, what's his name?" Yao Ying's gaze shifted to the portrait , her eyes filled with hesitation. 　　"I don't know his name either. He only told me his surname was Wei. I only " I said regretfully, shaking my head. 　　"Wei... is he dead? Did you look for him after you escaped?" Yao Ying's tone was a little unnatural, but I could hear her concern for Uncle Wei, after all, this man was related to her by blood. 　　I nodded heavily. The fire on Nanshan Island was terrible. The entire mental hospital building was burned down. Apart from some medical staff, very few people survived, and all the inpatients perished in the fire . The last time I saw Uncle Wei, his whole body was engulfed in flames. 　　"Then, Wei... what kind of person was he? Why was he in the mental hospital? Was he crazy ?" Yao Ying asked anxiously. 　　"No, Uncle Wei is definitely not crazy. He was more lucid than anyone else, and he was very capable and upright. If I hadn't met him, I probably would have died there long ago... He was a very remarkable man," I said earnestly in defense of Uncle Wei. 　　"Hmph, if he's so capable, why was he locked up? Why didn't he even care about ? Where is the integrity in a person like that?" Yao Ying retorted like a machine gun, leaving me speechless. Indeed, it was difficult for me to defend Uncle Wei on this point, but he was by no means a heartless person. 　　"Well, I think he must have had his reasons. During the years I spent with him, I often saw him looking at your mother's photo over and over again. Before he died, he gave me the photo and asked me to say 'I'm sorry' to you." 　　I tried to soothe Yao Ying's anger. 　　"'I'm sorry'. Heh, is saying that useful? Can such simple three words make up for the harm he did to us ? Does he know how we've lived all these years? He's a completely irresponsible person. A person like that doesn't deserve to be a father." But my attempts to comfort her didn't work. Yao Ying became more and more angry as she spoke, her fair face turning red. 　　"No matter what, he is still your father, and I believe he must love you very much. It's just that life is too treacherous and unpredictable, and many times we have no choice. If God could give him another chance, he would definitely make it up to you properly." I said these words with some emotion. These were my true feelings, and I believe Uncle Wei felt the same way. 　　"Make it up to you? Haha. It's too late. Mother is gone. She waited too long, she couldn't live to see that day. Xiao En also left with Mother. Who can he make it up to? What is there left to make it up to?" At this point, Yao Ying became emotional and couldn't help but bury her face in the table and burst into tears. 　　I felt a pang of sorrow. The most regrettable thing in the world is trying to make amends after you've lost something. Often, by then what's even more difficult is that some things you want to make amends for can't be done, such as the bond between husband and wife, father and daughter, father and son. 　　"It's okay, it's alright. Sister, you still have me, don't you? I'm your brother too." I hugged Yao Ying and said gently. 　　It wasn't that I was trying to comfort her. Uncle Wei had treated me with immense kindness, like a father to me, and Yao Ying was his only child in the world. Of course, she was also my sister, and besides, we were quite close. I had no choice but to take her in .

"God arranged for me to meet you all. Uncle Wei treated me like a father, and you treated me like a sister.
I've never had any siblings, and my father passed away early, so you're like my own sister." I said emotionally,
holding Sister Yao's hand. Thinking about my own background, my vision blurred,
and my eyes felt wet.

"Although Mother and Uncle Wei are gone, they must have wanted you to have a better life. Now that you
have me as your younger brother, I also have a sister. Let me repay you on behalf of Uncle Wei and Xiao En, okay?"

Yao Ying nodded repeatedly as she looked at me, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls, but her
face was clearly smiling happily.

"My dear brother, you're truly my dear brother. I felt you were special the first time I saw you, and I never expected you
to accept me as your sister. I'm so happy."

I reached out and hugged her tightly. Yao Ying held me close, as if afraid I would disappear.
Surrounded by my strong arms, the expression on her face gradually softened. We embraced like a real brother and sister
, and time seemed to rewind at that moment.

This trip to the Yao family, although it didn't resolve many questions, I gained a lot. From then on,
there was another person in the world I cared about.

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