Chapter 1282: The Decisive Strike, Childhood Sweetheart Xiao Li Moli Makes Her Appearance

Lin Lang cherished the brotherhood with Wang Dayong. Looking at the warm-hearted and upright Wang Zhensheng in front of him, his throat moved slightly. He was about to advise him not to switch from being a criminal police officer to a narcotics officer.

Before the words could even leave his mouth, a woman's anxious voice rang out from nearby: "Thief!"

"Catch the thief!"

"He stole my bag! Catch the thief!"

Upon hearing the sound, Wang Zhensheng turned around sharply, his gaze locking precisely on the panicked thief.

The thief was seen clutching a woman's handbag tightly in his hand, his head down and back hunched, desperately running into the crowd, his steps hurried and chaotic.

His professional instincts instantly overwhelmed everything, and Wang Zhensheng almost blurted out a sharp shout: "Stop! Police!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Zhensheng had already dashed out like an arrow. His tall figure pushed through the crowd of onlookers, his steps firm and resolute, and he kept a close watch on the fleeing thief, refusing to let up for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Zhensheng chased the thief into the depths of the alley.

Lin Lang stood frozen in place, watching Wang Zhensheng's resolute figure rush out without hesitation. His eyes uncontrollably reddened, and a wave of bitterness instantly overwhelmed his heart.

He sighed deeply in his heart: "Everything is predestined, and there's nothing we can do about it!"

Ugh!

It seems that the fate of Dayong's father, who ultimately sacrificed himself on the front lines of the fight against drugs, was ultimately unchangeable.

Standing on the streets of Shanghai twenty years ago, Lin Lang lit a Capilon cigarette and took two deep drags, his feelings quite complicated.

The wind carried the smell of smoke across his brow as Lin Lang gazed thoughtfully at the distant traffic, smoking until the cigarette butt burned out and he stubbed it out in a roadside trash can.

He quickly walked to a quiet street corner, and with a flash of light around him, he switched to stealth mode.

Lin Lang took a deep breath to calm himself down, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, he triggered the power of time travel. With a "whoosh," the feeling of weightlessness vanished in an instant.

He vanished from his spot in an instant, and when he opened his eyes with a sudden, firm landing, he saw the alleyway of his childhood home that he had always longed for.

In the open space not far away, Xiao Li Moli was playing jump rope with several neighboring girls, their clear laughter able to penetrate the lively atmosphere of the alleyway.

Upon seeing his childhood sweetheart, Xiao Moli, Lin Lang's tears once again welled up uncontrollably.

Little Jasmine had two pigtails sticking up, and as she jumped rope and ran, her body bounced up and down, making her look exceptionally lively.

She was wearing a blue and white striped elementary school uniform, which was slightly faded but clean, with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, revealing her slender and fair arms.

The rubber bands were stretched taut across the legs of the two little girls.

Little Jasmine took light steps, her toes barely touching the ground before she leaped into the air. Her small body was as agile as a little swallow, and she recited the nursery rhyme about jumping rope along with her friends.

Her eyebrows curved into crescent moons, and her lips held an irrepressible smile, full of carefree childlike innocence.

It must be said that Li Moli was a beauty even as a child.

Lin Lang, in his invisible form, stood not far away, tears streaming down his cheeks, yet a smile curved his lips. He hurriedly covered his mouth, afraid that he would make a sound.

A mixture of intense bittersweet emotions welled up inside him, and he sighed inwardly: Good heavens!

It's Jasmine from my childhood!

This really is Jasmine when she was little, she's so cute!

Just then, a clear "ding-a-ling" of a bicycle bell suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Cuiping was seen slowly pushing a 28-inch bicycle into the alley.

Behind her, little Lin Lang, holding two portions of white sugar cake wrapped in oil paper in his two small hands, skipped along with light steps, his little face full of joy.

"Little Jasmine, look! My mom bought you something delicious!" Little Lin Lang called out in a clear voice, waving the white sugar cake in his hand.

Li Moli, who was jumping rope, turned around when she heard the sound, and her eyes lit up the moment she saw Xiao Linlang.

She immediately stopped what she was doing, smiled and waved to her friends, "That's enough for today, let's play together again tomorrow, goodbye!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Little Jasmine took small steps and trotted over to Little Linlang.

She took Xiao Linlang's hand naturally and skillfully, and when she turned to look at Shen Cuiping, her eyes crinkled into a sweet smile as she softly greeted, "Hello, Aunt Shen."

Looking at the adorable little Jasmine with her pigtails and charming eyes, Shen Cuiping's face immediately broke into a gentle and affectionate smile, her eyes full of love.

She reached out and gently ruffled Jasmine's hair, saying softly, "Jasmine, your Uncle Lin made your favorite braised pork today. Don't go home for dinner tonight, come eat with us, okay?"

"Yay!" Li Moli cheered immediately, her little body swaying with joy.

Seeing this, Xiao Linlang quickly handed a piece of white sugar cake to Xiao Moli, puffed out his little chest, and said with a smug look on his face, "Little Moli, have a piece of white sugar cake to fill your stomach first, and then you can eat the super delicious braised pork later."

Little Jasmine took a piece of white sugar cake, took a bite, and her eyes crinkled into a sweet smile as she said crisply, "I get to eat Uncle Lin's braised pork again! Hehe..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the next room creaked open.

As the young Zhang Qiaoyun went out to take out the trash, she immediately spotted her daughter and Xiao Linlang holding hands, with Xiao Moli clutching a fragrant white sugar cake in her hand.

Zhang Qiaoyun immediately smiled and said, "Daughter, your Aunt Shen bought you some delicious food again? Did you thank Aunt Shen?"

Little Jasmine quickly stopped eating, smiled sweetly with her bright eyes, and said to Shen Cuiping in a soft and obedient voice, "Thank you, Aunt Shen!"

Shen Cuiping smiled and waved her hand, her tone full of affection, and jokingly said, "You're welcome."

"Jasmine is Xiaolang's childhood betrothal gift. You'll be our Lin family's daughter-in-law in the future. It's only natural for your mother-in-law to buy you delicious food."

Little Jasmine wasn't shy at all; instead, she giggled and squeezed Lin Lang's hand even tighter, her rosy cheeks making her look exceptionally cute.

Zhang Qiaoyun laughed out loud upon hearing this: "Cuiping, you love to make jokes like this. This might just become a self-fulfilling prophecy. When the children grow up, our Jasmine and Xiaolang might really become a couple."

Shen Cuiping smiled, her eyes crinkling, and her tone was full of sincerity: "That would be wonderful!"

"The two little ones grew up together, childhood sweethearts, they know each other inside and out, where can you find such a perfect match? Jasmine will be having braised pork at our house tonight, so Qiaoyun, you don't need to worry about her dinner."

Zhang Qiaoyun smiled and readily agreed, nodding, "Okay, then I can relax. Jasmine, don't cause any trouble at Aunt Shen's house."

"I understand, Mom," Little Jasmine replied obediently.

Lin Lang, in his invisible form, stood quietly in the corner of the alley, his gaze fixed on the two small figures.

He looked at himself as a child, holding Jasmine's hand, walking briskly home. The laughter of the two little ones warmed his heart.

Lin Lang felt his eyes burning, and tears rolled down his cheeks again, but the corners of his mouth uncontrollably turned up high, a smile through his tears.

A myriad of emotions surged within me: the joy of regaining what was lost, the emotion of reliving old dreams, and the warmth of being enveloped by the pure and beautiful memories of childhood.

The long-lost warmth of everyday life, and the innocent appearance of these two childhood friends, were vividly reflected in Lin Lang's eyes at this moment. Even the wind carried a gentleness, making his heart, which had experienced the ups and downs of life, feel a comforting warmth at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang moved with heavy and unsteady steps to his front door. With a flash of light around him, he used his wall-passing technique and stepped into his home from twenty years ago without any hindrance.

Everywhere I looked, there were faces that were incredibly familiar from my memories.

Those furnishings that have long since disappeared with the passage of time are now clearly visible.

Lin Lang felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and a thousand emotions surged forth, a bittersweet feeling instantly engulfing his entire body.

The wall is neatly covered with his childhood award certificates, the bright red paper still gleaming, some edges slightly curled, but they are his proudest childhood glory.

As Lin Lang gazed at the certificates of merit, a gentle smile crept onto his lips. Countless childhood memories surged into his mind, so vivid as if they had happened just yesterday.

He moved slowly around the room like a ghost, his fingertips lightly brushing against the familiar tables, chairs, and cabinets. Every place exuded an unbearable sense of familiarity, and warmth seeped into his heart little by little, mixed with a touch of melancholy for things that had changed.

Just then, a gentle yet cheerful male voice rang out: "Oh, daughter-in-law's here again, coming to mooch a meal at her in-laws' house!"

Lin Lang turned around sharply upon hearing the sound and saw his young father walking out of the kitchen, wearing an apron stained with oil and carrying bowls and chopsticks. He was smiling and joking with Xiao Moli.

Little Jasmine blushed slightly at his words, playfully stuck out her tongue, and greeted him in a soft, sweet voice, "Hello, Uncle Lin!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Cuiping rolled her eyes at her husband and said with a smile, "Don't be so irresponsible. If you keep talking nonsense, you'll make Jasmine feel embarrassed."

Mr. Lin, however, did not take it seriously at all, and happily set out the bowls and chopsticks: "I am telling the truth. Jasmine is our Lin family's future daughter-in-law."

Shen Cuiping said with a smile, "Quickly, children, come and sit down to eat!"

Little Jasmine immediately went to the dining table, her eyes lighting up instantly.

The table not only features fragrant braised pork, but also vibrant green stir-fried vegetables, tender and flavorful scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cold shredded vegetables, and a large bowl of steaming seaweed and egg drop soup.

A table laden with home-style dishes, wafting an enticing aroma, full of the taste of home.

When Lin Lang saw his father raise his hand and gently stroke the top of his head when he was a child, his eyes filled with unyielding affection, the movement so gentle and familiar, tears instantly rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably again.

The image of my deceased father in my memory has long since become blurred and faded with the passage of time.

Seeing his father, who was only thirty years old, with his upright posture and gentle eyes, Lin Lang felt a surge of emotions. His heart ached with a mix of bitterness and longing, and he felt a tightness in his chest, yet also a profound warmth.

He stared blankly as his father sat down, his chopsticks never stopping as he kept piling food into Xiao Linlang's bowl, keeping the fatty meat for himself and giving the lean meat to his son, all the while muttering, "Eat more so you can grow taller."

Seeing this scene, vivid memories of his father's love for him when he was a child flooded Lin Lang's mind.

Those warm memories that had been buried by time are now vividly alive.

My father's words of advice, the warmth of his embrace, and his patient teachings all lingered in my mind.

Lin Lang, who was hiding in the corner, covered his mouth and let the tears flow freely. His heart was filled with indescribable bitterness and relief.

Just then, Lin Lang puffed out his chest and said proudly, "Dad, I got 100 points on my Chinese test again today!"

Lin's father smiled and reached out to pinch his son's chubby cheeks, his tone full of affection: "You little rascal, you're great! Tell me, what reward do you want?"