Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

When Lu Yu pushed open the door, the motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, and the aroma of food, along with warmth, wafted over, instantly dispelling his fatigue and slight chill.

"You're back? Go wash your hands and eat. It's all your favorite food." Lin Hui came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a spatula in her hand, her smile unable to be hidden.

Lu Jianming sat at the dining table, holding a cup of warm tea in his hands. His tone was calm yet warm: "The examination room is your battlefield, but home will always be your support. No matter what happens, your parents are here for you."

The sweet and sour pork ribs on the table were bright in color, the stir-fried vegetables were still crisp and moist, and there was a bowl of steaming mushroom and fish soup with milky white broth and scallions floating on top. These were all dishes that Lu Yu loved to eat.

Lin Hui kept putting food on his plate, nagging him, "I'll make you pigeon soup tomorrow to nourish your brain. You can't neglect your nutrition before the college entrance exam."

Lu Yu held the warm bowl, the warmth spreading from his fingertips to his heart.

His parents didn't press him for details about the retake or question his grades. This unspoken trust was more powerful than any explanation.

He lowered his head to drink his soup and replied softly, "I know, Mom. You all eat too. Don't just put food on my plate."

At the same time, the sound of a key turning could be heard coming from Su Wan's security door.

She pushed open the door, and her nostrils were instantly filled with a familiar smell, faintly tinged with diesel.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room was a travel-worn man, none other than her father, Su Jianjun, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Dad?" Su Wan's eyes widened in surprise, her nose tingling slightly. "Why are you back? Didn't you say this long journey would take half a month?"

Su Jianjun stood up, his rough hands gently stroking his daughter's hair. The calluses on his fingertips brushed against her forehead, a reassuring touch. His eyes were filled with guilt and affection: "I asked the team for leave. You got first place in the art college entrance exam and also ranked third in your class in the academic subjects. Such a wonderful thing, Dad had to come back to see you no matter what."

He bent down and took out a simply packaged box from the canvas bag at his feet, handing it to Su Wan: "I bought this on a special occasion while passing through Yanjing. It's the watercolor paint you've been talking about for so long. The shopkeeper said it's professional grade, with accurate color rendering."

Su Wan opened the box and found twelve richly colored paints, the same ones she had seen in an art magazine before, and quite expensive.

She looked up at her father: "Dad, you didn't need to spend so much money..."

"Silly girl, as long as you like it."

Su Jianjun waved his hand with a smile, his tone full of pride, "My daughter is so outstanding, she'll be a great painter in the future, what's a little bit of stuff like this? Dad will just make one more trip and get it. You can focus on your exams, and tell Dad if you need anything."

The next morning, a serious conversation broke out in the senior year office.

The morning reading session had just ended when Director Zhang, the head of the teaching department, walked into Class 34, followed by a dejected Ma Hongmei.

"Class, please be quiet."

Director Zhang's voice was calm and firm: "Regarding the doubts about the last mock exam results, the school has conducted a comprehensive investigation. The scores of Lu Yu, Su Wan, and Zhao Lei are genuine and valid, and are the result of their hard work."

He looked at Ma Hongmei, his eyes serious: "Ms. Ma made inappropriate associations due to her personal experiences, causing misunderstanding and distress to the three students. I need to apologize to them. At the same time, the school has also criticized and educated Ms. Ma, and will strengthen the construction of teachers' professional ethics to prevent such incidents from happening again."

Ma Hongmei's face flushed red as she bowed to Lu Yu and the other two, her voice low and somber: "I'm sorry, it was my subjective assumption that I wronged you. I hope you can forgive me."

The classroom fell silent, then a few scattered claps broke out. This incident, caused by a misunderstanding, finally came to a fair conclusion.

The days flowed by quietly amidst the intense pace of exam preparation, until a few days later, a sudden downpour swept through Zhongzhou.

The dark clouds were like spilled ink, instantly turning the entire sky black. Large raindrops pounded against the windows, making a crackling sound. The wind whipped up the rain, creating white waves on the streets, reducing visibility to less than 100 meters.

In the Qiangsheng factory area on the outskirts of the city, on a muddy open space, Su Jianjun and several coworkers were loading and unloading goods.

Rainwater streamed down his hat brim, soaking his work clothes and clinging to his body, outlining his muscular physique honed by years of hard work.

The truck bed was piled high with heavy cardboard boxes. He bent down, picked one up, and walked steadily toward the warehouse. Rain streamed down his face, but he was oblivious, a smile still playing on his lips.

"Jianjun, let's take a break! The rain is too heavy, a little longer won't make a difference!"

Old Wang, a fellow worker, was hiding at the warehouse entrance calling out to him, wiping his face with a towel in his hand.

Su Jianjun put down the cardboard box, wiped the rain off his face, and laughed heartily: "It's okay, let's finish as soon as possible and go back to cook for my daughter."

"Are you talking about your daughter again?"

Old Wang joked, "We're tired of hearing about how your daughter got first place in the art exam and made great progress in her academic subjects every day."

"Of course!"

Mentioning Su Wan, Su Jianjun straightened his back even more, his pride barely concealed. "My daughter is so sensible. She comes home from school to study, I don't have to worry about her, and she's so ambitious. Once she's admitted to Yenching Academy of Fine Arts, I'll drive her there and take her to Tiananmen Square."

His fellow workers echoed his sentiments, their envious words filling Su Jianjun with energy. He turned around, picked up another cardboard box, and walked with even lighter steps than before.

For him, his daughter’s excellence is his greatest motivation. No matter how hard or tiring it is, as long as he thinks about his daughter’s future, he feels that everything is worthwhile.

At home in the city, Su Wan looked at the torrential rain outside the window, but her heart was filled with thoughts of her father.

She knew her father was loading and unloading goods at a factory in the suburbs today. With such heavy rain, he was sure to get soaked and might not even get a hot meal.

She bit her lip, immediately got up and rushed into the kitchen, cooked several dishes and packed them into a thermal container, and also boiled a pot of hot dumpling soup, carefully covering it with the lid, afraid that it would get cold.

"Driver, could you please take me to the Qiangsheng Factory in the suburbs? Thank you."

Su Wan hailed a taxi, sat in the back seat, and hugged the thermos tightly to her chest.

Rain pounded on the roof of the car with a dull thud. The taxi struggled through the rain, splashing water everywhere, and the tires hissed as they rolled over the puddles.

Fifty minutes later, the taxi stopped at the factory gate.

Su Wan paid the bill, opened her umbrella, and rushed into the rain. The icy rainwater instantly soaked her trouser legs, and a chill crept up her ankles.

She walked quickly toward the warehouse and saw her father bending over carrying cardboard boxes in the distance. Rain dripped down his work clothes, and his back was already soaked.

"dad!"

Su Wan called out.

Su Jianjun turned around, saw his daughter, and his face lit up with joy. He quickly put down the cardboard box and came to greet her: "Why are you here? It's raining so hard, it's dangerous! Quickly, take shelter in the warehouse!"

"I brought you some hot food; you probably didn't eat well."

Su Wan handed him the thermos, her fingers slightly red from the cold.

Su Jianjun took the insulated container; it was warm to the touch, and a feeling of warmth washed over him.

Just as he was about to unscrew the cap, Su Wan suddenly frowned!

Her spiritual path began to operate spontaneously without warning, and the silver light at her fingertips flickered slightly, catching a faint trace of aura that instinctively alerted her.