The wind and frost left traces of time on that face. Seeing the white temples, Jiang Chen could not help but feel a little moist at the corners of his eyes.
"Mom!" Jiang Chen hugged his mother.
"Chen'er, you're finally back." Li Xuemei said with tears in her eyes as she held her precious son in her arms, her voice slightly choked with sobs.
"Well, I'm back. Your son is promising." With tears of excitement in his eyes, Jiang Chen took a deep breath and said with a trembling voice.
"Whether he has any future or not! Whether he has a future or not, you are my son! Old man, your son is back, why don't you come out to see him!" Li Xuemei shouted behind him.
However, there was no response from inside the house.
She patted her forehead and smiled as if she was suddenly enlightened.
"Look at my memory, your dad is probably playing chess with someone in the stone pavilion next to the community square right now. You go find him quickly. It's time to eat, and the old guy must be playing chess with those few people again. A chess friend brags and shows off all day long that his precious son has bought a house in Wanghai City."
As he gets older, his memory is not what it used to be. Looking at his mother, the bridge of Jiang Chen's nose felt a little sour.
"I have nothing to brag about."
Although he said this very modestly, he couldn't help but smile proudly at the corner of his mouth.
"Okay, stop yelling, and hurry up and ask your father to come back and help me. It's rare for my Chen'er to come back, and your mother and I have to show off... Huh? Who is this?" He said , Li Xuemei's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had found some treasure and found Aisha hidden next to Jiang Chen.
The face of a foreigner was undoubtedly something new for her, who had never been abroad before.
"I'm Jiang Chen's... secretary." Ayesha almost bit her tongue because of her nervousness.
secretary
Jiang Chen was stunned. This seemed to be different from what he had promised. Looking at the pretty face that was so red that it was about to bleed, he couldn't help but hold his forehead, finally understanding why Ayesha suddenly changed her mind.
Unexpectedly, at the last moment, this girl actually got stage fright...
But that's fine, this saves him from being "interrogated" by the two old men in turn.
"Secretary?" Li Xuemei looked at her son doubtfully.
Why bring your secretary home? She thought she was the daughter-in-law brought back by her son. Although it is a foreigner's face. But she didn't feel any rejection. Rather, she was proud of her son.
After all, growing up during the period of reform and opening up, in the eyes of people of their generation, taking a foreign wife home was undoubtedly a very honorable thing.
"She's my assistant at work. The company's business has been busy recently. Because of work needs, she can only come back with me. Her name is Ayesha, an American." Jiang Chen explained quickly.
Although technically Ayesha is Syrian, considering that there are a lot of negative news about that place, I am afraid that the old man will think too much. Jiang Chen didn't tell her her real hometown. Roberts asked an acquaintance to help him apply for the green card. It is actually correct to say that he is an American.
Hearing Jiang Chen's explanation, Li Xuemei was stunned for a moment, then smiled at Ayesha, and then enthusiastically took her hand, "Come in quickly, the house is a bit untied, I hope you won't be offended."
"No, it's okay." Ayesha said with a blush.
"Our family Chen'er is just like this. He has been rather dull towards girls since he was a child—"
"Ahem! Mom. Are you the one who exposes your son like this?" Jiang Chen coughed hard and quickly stopped his mother from continuing, complaining.
Although Jiang Chen looked embarrassed, Ayesha's face showed an expression of interest.
"What do you mean by exposing the old man?" After scolding Jiang Chen, Li Xuemei immediately greeted Ayesha with a smile, "Sasha, auntie told you, Chen'er has been honest since he was a child. This is the first time. Take the girls home.”
"Shasha? Well, the spelling of a foreigner's name is not-" Jiang Chen smiled bitterly and wanted to correct his mother's common sense mistake. But Ayesha didn't care.
She seemed interested in the nickname "Sasha."
"First time?" Ayesha had a slightly shy expression on her face.
"Yes!" Li Xuemei nodded. She could not tell the meaning of Ayesha's expression. She wanted to hold her grandson early, and she held Ayesha's hand enthusiastically. He continued cheerfully, "Let me tell you, when he was young..."
Seeing the "mother-in-law and daughter-in-law" walking into the house talking and laughing like this, Jiang Chen also had a sincere smile on his face.
Although he was a little worried that his mother would reveal his "dark history", when he thought of the happy expression on her face, he suddenly felt that it didn't matter.
As long as the old man feels happy.
... ...
Ayesha started to fight for Li Xuemei. The two of them were preparing dinner together in the kitchen.
Speaking of food, we cannot mention an incident that happened between her and Jiang Chen.
I remember that at the beginning, Jiang Chen was still a little worried about Aisha's faith, so he specifically asked the organic food company that delivered the food (since he could afford to live in a villa, he couldn't go to the market to buy food by himself) not to send pork.
It wasn't until one day when Ayesha brought Jiang Chen a takeout pizza with ham sprinkled on it that the misunderstanding about the taboo on pork was solved.
According to Ayesha, by becoming Jiang Chen's woman, she had actually violated the teachings and voluntarily given up her identity as a believer. Naturally, the taboos on food no longer existed. However, she still prefers beef and mutton to pork. This is purely due to eating habits and not any taboo.
Witnessing the death of her parents at the hands of fanatical believers, she had already doubted her faith. Therefore, she did not feel any rejection from following her husband in becoming an atheist. Especially after living in this highly secularized country for a period of time, she has gradually become accustomed to living only for one person.
In fact, in daily life, Aisha's transformation can be observed, but Jiang Chen was negligent. For example, if you are a believer, you need to perform pilgrimage five times a day, but Aisha has never performed pilgrimage at home.
Seeing that the relationship between Aisha and his mother was so harmonious, Jiang Chen also gave time to his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and went downstairs alone.
Downstairs, he met Lao Dao and Miao Jun who were leaning next to Santana, chewing their lunch boxes.
"Would you like to come up and have a meal?" Jiang Chen invited with a smile as he looked at the two pitiful people.
Miao Jun seemed to want to agree, but Lao Dao shook his head.
"There is discipline in the organization, just pretend we don't exist."
After shrugging, Jiang Chen stopped insisting.
"It's up to you, but I don't understand. You guys stand so conspicuously downstairs... Is it really okay?"
Hearing this, Lao Dao grinned.
"What do you think? Agents should hide in the bushes? Those are killers, not bodyguards."
After laughing, Jiang Chen waved his hand and walked towards the square.
Pouting his lips, Lao Dao continued to dig into the fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowl in the plastic box.
"Don't you need to follow me?" Miao Jun had already finished eating, stuffed the garbage into the trash can nearby, and clapped his hands.
Although the action of planing rice was scary, Lao Dao chewed very slowly, swallowed the food in his mouth, and spoke slowly.
"No need. This community is safe."
After being stunned for a moment, Miao Jun reacted and smiled awkwardly.
"The people up here won't even talk to us—"
"Because it goes without saying." Lao Dao said calmly, interrupting his partner, and threw the clean lunch box into the trash can, "So I say, you still have a lot to learn."
VI has been protected. How could the security of his relatives be neglected
If someone dares to make a small move here, it is no different than hitting the muzzle of a gun. (.)