Rebirth: You Save Me with Your Deep Love

The feelings of family and country are the deepest imprint in the hearts of almost every Chinese.

During the annual military parade, the audience watching in front of the TV are always shocked by the formations that are as neat as if printed out by a computer, and they cheer for the various cutting-edge high-tech weapons.

It is they who have built the backbone of the Chinese people, supported the safety of the great country, and its sense of power on the diplomatic stage.

However, behind all the glamour, there is a group of people who hide their identities, abandon their families and loved ones, wander in the darkest places, and never see the light all day long.

The honor and rewards they deserve can only be obtained by turning their backs, saluting solemnly without others seeing their faces, and then shouting "Fight for the Motherland"!

Of course, compared to those who died in an unknown corner and whose existence was known only to a few people from beginning to end, those who could still stand up straight and accept rewards and honors with their backs turned can really wipe away their tears and say how lucky they are!

There is no peaceful life in the world, but as more and more people embrace justice and are willing to sacrifice themselves, there are also curling smoke in the sunset and birds flying high in the blue sky.

Lin Yuze looked at Sun Ping's back as he left, and thought of the heroic deeds he had known in the past, some of which were half true and some half false. Suddenly, his nose turned red, and he felt a sudden surge of bitterness and guilt in his heart.

Chu Tingfeng glanced at the silent boy beside him and knew that his emotions were on the verge of being unstable.

She wanted to say something comforting, but when she saw the toughness in the boy's eyes, she took back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Lin Yuze has never been a flower raised in a greenhouse. He has his own thoughts and opinions, the ability to distinguish things, and the ability to control his emotions.

Only after finishing the work here and returning to the villa halfway up the mountain did Lin Yuze lean in the man's arms and whispered his thoughts.

"Mr. Chu, would it be too unambitious for me to go into the entertainment industry and sing?"

We are all healthy people, but some are fighting on the front line to defend the peace; some are sweating in the army, preparing for battle and ready to fight at any time.

But some people are in the world of fame and fortune, only caring about their own interests and happiness, and never know what patriotism is.

Chu Tingfeng was not surprised by Lin Yuze's words. Looking at the desolation and confusion in Lin Yuze's eyes, he touched the boy's furry head with heartache.

"Aze, everyone has something they are good at. If they can shine in their own field, it won't be a waste of their youth and dreams."

"You like singing, which does not deviate from the original intention of patriotism. Besides, the tax rate for artists is extremely high. The amount of tax they pay each year can be equivalent to that of ordinary people for many years. With this money, the country can invest in national defense, medical care, education, infrastructure and other construction projects that benefit the country and the people."

Lin Yuze nodded. He understood all this, but the frustration in his heart was not relieved much by these words.

Chu Tingfeng was not in a hurry either. Children around the age of 20 are the most skeptical and thoughtful about the world.

With me by his side, I can definitely guide him well and make him into a cheerful and lively little angel; if that doesn't work, there is still his father-in-law, the great philosopher who was able to turn himself back to the right path back then.

"Just like your teacher Han, the amount of materials and money he donates to disaster areas and impoverished areas every year is not something that ordinary people can afford."

Chu Tingfeng was not someone who paid attention to the entertainment industry, but after Lin Yuze signed the contract with the studio, he immediately sent Murong Jing to check the other party's background.

Lin Yuze looked up at the man in surprise, "Really? How come there's no report on such a big thing?"

Given Han Jiangxue's status, there would be no doubt that donations of money and materials would go unnoticed.

"People who really work hard don't need to publicize their achievements on the hot search. As for those who publicize it everywhere and want to tell the whole world, we can't deny his good intentions, but in the end, the interests of fame and fortune account for more..."

The man's soothing voice gradually calmed Lin Yuze's uneasiness.

It seems that I was really overthinking it. Not everyone has the opportunity and strength to "drink from the Hanhai Lake and seal the Wolf's Lair".

With my thin arms and legs, I'm afraid I can't even join the army, let alone go undercover successfully like Sun Ping and take down a local drug lord.

The young man, who had figured it out, swept away his previous uneasiness, and his eyes became brighter.

"Then I will pay taxes and care about people's livelihood in the future, just like Teacher Han, doing good deeds without leaving a name."

"Well, my Aze has always been excellent."

The boy, whose doubts were relieved, immediately turned back into the lively and cheerful little angel he was, acting coquettishly and jokingly around the man.

"To thank Mr. Chu for his enlightenment and to celebrate your achievements in the past few days, I decided to cook a big meal tonight to reward you."

"it is good!"

Looking at the young man wearing an apron and holding a kitchen knife in the kitchen, Chu Tingfeng's smile never stopped.

However, if you want to reward me, there is no need for you to work hard to cook. Just take the initiative in the evening and come a few more times!

But Chu Tingfeng would never say this explicitly. If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will go to the mountain.

It would be the same if I took the initiative to come a few more times. I can’t refuse a meal made by my sweetheart.

Murong Jing walked in later and saw the chef in the kitchen with his hands spread out and a worried look on his face, as well as Young Master Lin who was banging on the stove with ease.

He looked at Chu Tingfeng with a puzzled look on his face, who was in the restaurant, looking comfortable, holding chopsticks and waiting to eat.