"Thirteen, what is the most important thing in your life?" asked the old lady.
The old lady knew very well about her granddaughter's love life.
It's just that she didn't understand her granddaughter's thoughts.
According to the information she had, her granddaughter's current emotional experience was roughly like this: she worked and lived in Chengdu with her daughter for a period of time, but life was not very good, so she was transferred to the mountain city.
When going to the mountain city, Thirteen didn't want to live in a big empty house because he would feel instinctively uncomfortable.
During the four years of college, Thirteen and Twelve spent most of the time together.
Apart from work, they spend most of their time living in the Twelve Cities.
The Twelve City was deserted, and after Twelve left, it became a desolate and lonely city.
Although Thirteen's villa in the mountain city is far smaller in space than the one in the Twelve Cities, it still repulses her in Thirteen's heart.
Even if she doesn't remember that memory.
So, Shisan chose to live in an apartment with Guoguo, as the space was not that big.
Then, Shisan met Yang Fan.
There was no love at first sight, and the two hadn't even thought about what the future would be like. Thirteen felt that Yang Fan was reliable, so he introduced him to Liu Qianqian.
Things are unpredictable. Yang Fan and the girl from the Liu family finally got together.
As for Thirteen, the two of them started to fall in love as they lived together.
Young people want everything and don’t know how to cut the Gordian knot.
The old lady wasn't too clear about the details, she only knew that Yang Fan was dating both her granddaughter and the girl from the Liu family, and that he wasn't a very good person.
Aunt Thirteen glanced at the little girl who was concentrating on eating next to her and said, "Twelve is the most important."
The old lady also looked at Guoguo, and reached out to touch the little girl's head across the dining table.
The little girl's cheeks were puffed up. She raised her head, looked at her great-grandmother with wide eyes, then looked at her mother, and continued to lower her head to eat.
"That's good." The old lady's eyes were a little gloomy: "It's a pity that I can't see Guoguo grow up, let alone wait for her to get married."
"Don't say such depressing words. I don't like to hear them." Aunt Thirteen was unmoved.
People like old ladies either take advantage of their age or play the emotional card. They are so hypocritical. In their eyes, family affection is just one of the tools they use to do their job.
"Thirteen, there is no home without a country." said the old lady.
"Don't preach to me, I don't understand. I just want to be an ordinary citizen. Twelve came to settle in Yanjing and could have lived a normal life, but you lied to her time and time again and let her continue to work for you." As she said that, Thirteenth Aunt slapped Guoguo on the back of the head.
The little girl almost buried her head in the bowl.
Of course, this slap didn't make Guoguo feel any pain or discomfort. She looked up with confusion in her eyes: "Mom, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, you're just a waste of your energy!" said Aunt Thirteen.
The little girl looked at the large table of food and asked, "Mom, am I not eating enough? I will continue to work hard..."
"Why eat so much? Are you a glutton?" Aunt Thirteen scolded.
The little girl said confidently: "My father said that if I eat enough to make myself plump, people won't look down on me."
"Eat yours." Aunt Thirteen was too lazy to argue with her daughter.
The old lady looked at the little girl and felt a rare touch of warmth.
The higher she stood, the lonelier she felt, especially after her husband passed away, when she no longer had anyone to talk to.
Although the old lady had work to do during these two days, she seized every opportunity to play with the little girl when she was free.
The little girl was a good listener, or rather, she didn't care what her great-grandmother said since she couldn't understand it anyway.
The old lady talked about many things about herself, even the secrets in her heart.
The little girl was indifferent and just played by herself.
Of course the old lady didn't mind that the young girl wasn't paying attention to her chatter.
"Xiaofan was playing in Daiyue yesterday and left some words on Mount Tai. Did you know that?" the old lady asked Aunt Thirteen.
"I know." Aunt Thirteen acted as if nothing had happened.
The old lady was puzzled. How could she be so calm even though she knew the answer? "Do you know what Xiaofan left behind?"
Aunt Thirteen shook her head: "I don't know, these things are not important. I didn't ask Xiaofan, and he was not in a hurry to tell me. It will be the same if I ask him again when I come back."
The old lady suddenly realized that it was no wonder that her granddaughter didn't know the meaning of the words.
"Xiaoling, connect my cell phone." The old lady spoke to the wall.
"Okay, grandma." Suddenly, a screen like the one in a movie theater appeared on the wall.
Thirteenth Aunt turned sideways and looked at the big screen.
"The Five Mountains Dominate
How is Mount Tai? The green mountains of Qi and Lu are endless.
Nature is full of wonders, with yin and yang dividing day and night.
The clouds are rising in my heart, and the returning birds are entering my eyes.
I will climb to the top of the mountain and look down on all the other mountains.”
The old lady looked at the words on the screen with joy in her eyes. For people like them, money and power really have no appeal.
What they want most is to be recorded in history and to achieve spiritual immortality.
But this is easier said than done.
Only by making certain political achievements can one leave a glorious footprint in the political arena for future generations to admire.
Throughout history, there are some emperors who were almost ignored by history because they had no political achievements, and very few people know about them.
The reason why Li Houzhu, the king who destroyed his country, is remembered by later generations is not because of his political achievements, nor because he caused the destruction of his country, but because of the poems he left behind.
As dynasties changed, among the kings who lost their country, Yang Fan only remembered Li Houzhu.
"I feel that, hundreds and thousands of years later, his spirit is still here, achieving the spiritual immortality we are pursuing." Looking at the big screen, the old lady said enviously.
Thirteenth Aunt also looked at the big screen for a while, then turned around and sat down: "You guys are racking your brains to pursue fame and fortune, and want spiritual immortality. Why don't I sit quietly beside him? Maybe thousands of years later, when people mention him, they will find that there is someone like me beside him."
The old lady was silent, as her granddaughter was right.
Given his political achievements, people will probably only remember him in the next few years or the next few decades.
In the future, people will gradually forget.
Thousands of years later, no one knew about it.
"This is not enough. He is just an ordinary person. Without official certification, he will not be recorded in history," said the old lady.
Aunt Thirteen looked up and said, "Grandma, don't you like him?"
The old lady nodded: "I don't like it a little. He is not loyal. My Thirteen is unique. He is not worthy of you."
Thirteenth Aunt's eyes suddenly turned cold: "You are always self-righteous, always instilling your thoughts into us as a person who has experienced it. Twelve has been in pain all the time, do you know that?"
The old lady was indifferent: "Miss Liu, how are you going to solve this?"
Thirteenth Aunt said coldly: "You don't need to care about me. At least I won't use Qianqian as a tool, nor will I care about human life."
At this time, the old lady's cell phone rang.