Grandpa is getting old, and his eyesight is a bit bad. After listening to Jiang Mingyuan's introduction, he squinted his eyes at Cheng Huan and Xingxing for a long time, and then said "yes" several times in succession with a smile.
"It's good if you have company, and I feel relieved if you have company." Seeing this scene, the old man thought of the nephew he brought up, and he sighed: "It's a pity that your father left without seeing you getting married."
Jiang Mingyuan restrained his smile and remained silent.
"Forget it, forget it, don't talk about it." The old man took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his nose, let them sit down, called Xing Xing to his side, read it carefully, and then smiled Said to Jiang Mingyuan: "It's exactly the same as when you were a child."
Xing Xing stood next to Grandpa and nodded: "I think so too."
As soon as he said this, the old man laughed loudly, pointing to Xing Xing's forehead, Langsheng said: "Look at you, you are a big kid."
Xing Xing actually didn't understand what this grandpa was laughing at, but he laughed along with him. After laughing, he said, "Grandpa, I want to play with Xiaoniao."
The old man didn't seem to have thought that he would say that. After hearing this, he was slightly stunned, and then laughed even louder. While laughing, he waved to him: "Go and be careful not to let Dongdong peck you."
"Thank you, grandpa." Xing Xing happily agreed, waved to his parents and ran outside. After a while, the strange loud voice of the parrot was heard in the room asking: "Who are you?"
The two adults stayed in the house and chatted with the old man. Most of the time, Jiang Mingyuan talked to the grandfather, while Cheng Huan listened to him. Occasionally, the two of them would talk about Cheng Huan. Most of the questions were related to feelings. Related topics, the most concerned is when they get married.
Facing the old man's expectations, Cheng Huan could only keep smiling, and then said to the old man according to Jiang Mingyuan's words: "We are still discussing."
"Hurry up and discuss it. I'm an old man, and I don't know how long I can live. It would be a pity if I don't see you getting married."
"Don't say that." Jiang Mingyuan stopped him: "We are still waiting to celebrate your 100th birthday."
The old man looked at his nephew, shook his head with a smile, and said nothing about whether he would die or not.
There was a knock on the door, and the nurse asked where to eat outside.
"Go to the restaurant." He replied, stood up and said to the two, "Let's go, let's go to eat, it's only a few days a year."
It was complaining that the junior never came back to see him. Jiang Mingyuan didn't say anything, walked over to hold one of his arms, and helped the old man out.
…
Grandpa's family has a lot of people, and the place to eat is also big. There are seven or eight round tables in the dining room of hundreds of square meters, and the whole family sits separately according to their seniority.
Jiang Mingyuan's table was full of his cousins, the oldest was fifty years old, and he was the youngest.
In previous years, every time Gu Mingli came back, she would pull people to talk about Jiang Mingyuan's marital problems. This year, when Gu Mingli didn't come back, her cousin suddenly had a girlfriend and a son. This change made everyone very curious. When she was young, she wanted to stick her eyes on Cheng Huan, to see what kind of skills she had to coax people into her hands.
These scrutinizing sights made Cheng Huan feel uncomfortable all over. Thinking of coming back for the first time, she didn't put down her chopsticks and leave. She endured it, but Jiang Mingyuan put down the bowl and chopsticks, pulled her to stand up and called Xingxing, let's go. In the past, he said to the old man at the main table: "We will go back first when we are full."
"So fast?" The old man's eyes were not good, he couldn't see the undercurrent under the table, and thought that his nephew's family was really full, but he was surprised and didn't leave anyone: "Go back first, you also ran for a day, it's strange tired."
Going out from the grandfather's house, the three of them walked on the small road. This generation took the ecological route, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and did not have any factories, so the sky looked extraordinarily blue.
There is a street lamp a few meters away from the roadside. The street lamp is not very bright, but it is enough to illuminate the way back. Cheng Huan kicked a small stone, looked up at the stars in the sky, and held the hand of the person next to him even tighter: " The air here is so good that the stars look brighter than other places.”
"If you like, we can live here in the future." Jiang Mingyuan hugged his son and girlfriend, and became romantic for a while. He described the future scene softly: "The scenery on this mountain is very good, and the air is even better. We can repair it from the backyard. A road leading to the top of the mountain, convenient to go to the mountain to see the scenery.”
"There is a lot of space in the backyard, and you can build several more houses. Do you like flowers? If you like, we can have a glass greenhouse, like the one at Grandpa's house. You can see many flowers bloom in winter, and you can also raise some animals. How about parrots? Like? Cats and dogs are also fine, or you like other things. Anyway, the place is big, and you don’t have to worry about the animals’ activities. There is no need for a gym. The air here is good, and you can run a few laps in the morning and evening to breathe, but you can build a football field. When Xing Xing grows up a bit, he can play."
Cheng Huan didn't expect that one sentence of hers could be extended so much. She quietly listened to the man's plans for the future, and finally had to remind him: "What about work?"
"Work..." Jiang Mingyuan was suspiciously silent for a while: "You can move the headquarters..."
"Even if you are willing to come here, others may not be willing." Cheng Huan shook his hand, and said in a cheerful tone: "Don't think about it, let's talk about these ideas after retirement. It's almost the same when you come to retire and fish. Bad joints."
Jiang Mingyuan turned his face to the side, and when he heard her talk about the days after retirement, he seemed to be able to see the scene of his old self and her who was no longer in her prime cuddling together, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
He couldn't help getting closer, and put a light kiss on the lips that kept opening and closing, and said with a smile: "I listen to you, we don't climb mountains."
Blush covered her cheeks, Cheng Huan pursed her lips and took a step back, and it took a long time before she said, "I was just joking."
"Um."
"You're still so young, what are you talking about after retirement?"
"Yes, cherish the present."
"Jiang Mingyuan!" His left hand was pulled down.
"I am here."
"Don't laugh."
"Okay." There was an uncontrollable smile in the voice.
Cheng Huan snorted and ignored him, and when he was about to enter the house, he asked again: "Are you full? I'm not full yet. Let's go back and cook a bowl of noodles."
"good."
…
When I got home, I ordered a bowl of noodles. The noodles were vermicelli, and the taste was not very good.
It was only after eight o'clock after the second meal, it was still early, and there were not many entertainment facilities in the town, except for watching TV and playing mobile phones.
Xing Xing didn't bring the toy, and felt bored, so he pestered his father to tell him a story. Jiang Mingyuan didn't reject this, he took Cheng Huan to sit together, and told them about his past.
He talked about the jokes he made when he didn't like reading when he was a child, that he looked down on others for his talent when he was a teenager, and he also talked about the interesting things he encountered when he was in school and the current development of those classmates. He talked about his father the most.
Said that he took time out of his busy schedule to go out with him to play, but he worked overtime until late at night for a week; said that he failed the exam and dared not tell Gu Mingli, but secretly asked Father Jiang to hold a parent-teacher meeting. In the evening, he thoroughly understood the knowledge in his book, and patiently explained it to him; he said that he likes to take himself to meet those business partners and listen to them praise him. Every time he is praised, Father Jiang will be very happy long time...
From his words, Jiang's father, who had never been masked, gradually outlined a vivid outline. Jiang Mingyuan loved and respected him, and like his own father, he taught his children with the utmost patience.
"Grandpa is so kind." Xing Xing lay in his father's arms and listened. After listening, he let out a sigh of emotion. He raised his head and asked, "Dad, will grandpa like me?"
Jiang Mingyuan touched his head and said, "Yes."
"Will he take me out to play?"
"Will do."
"What about grandpa?" The little guy was suddenly excited, his eyes sparkling: "I haven't seen him yet."
"We'll see it tomorrow."
"Okay then." Xing Xing reluctantly agreed, and then asked if he could see it as soon as he opened his eyes.
"No, let's go see grandpa in the afternoon."
"Why didn't Grandpa come over?" Xing Xing sighed, "Grandpa is a bit lazy."
"Well, he's a little lazy." Jiang Mingyuan patted his son's head to agree with him, and then hugged him up: "Okay, it's getting late, it's time to take a shower and go to bed."
"Okay." Xing Xing hugged his father's neck, turned and waved to Cheng Huan: "Mom is about to take a shower and go to bed. If you sleep late, you won't grow taller."
"Got it..." Cheng Huan replied in a long voice, and then followed Jiang Mingyuan upstairs. The two separated at the door and went back to their rooms.
When Jiang Mingyuan bathed Xingxing, he also washed himself. He dried his son's hair, put him on the bed and put him to sleep, then went out and knocked on the door on the other side.
Cheng Huan took a shower and was doing skin care for herself. When she heard a knock on the door, she came out to open the door with a mask on and a hand mask on.
"What's wrong?" She asked a little inarticulately.
Jiang Mingyuan looked at Cheng Huan, who had a mask on his face, with a slightly stiff expression.
"I haven't said good night yet." He said, lifted up the mask and kissed her wet lips, then put it on again, licked the liquid on his lips with the tip of his tongue, the man frowned slightly: "Okay, Good night."
Cheng Huan was caught by his series of operations before he had time to react, and when he regained his senses, he watched him lick the essence.
"You can't eat this thing!" Without being speechless, she dragged him into the room and poured a glass of water: "Rinse your mouth quickly."
Jiang Mingyuan took the water.
"You rinse your mouth, I'll go wash your face." Cheng Huan handed over the water and ignored it. It was time for her facial mask, so she couldn't delay it.
Walking into the bathroom, Cheng Huan took off the mask and the cover of the hand mask, washed her face and hands, and when she dried her hands and came out of the bathroom, the other person in the room was still there.
Cheng Huan didn't pay much attention, she walked to the vanity mirror, found skin care products and patted her face, halfway through the photo, the person behind came again, he put one arm around Cheng Huan's waist, leaned closer, and hung his head to grab her One earlobe.
Cheng Huan's ears are sensitive, and her body feels strange when she touches her body. She shrugged her shoulders and pushed the people around her: "What are you doing?"
The man let go of the soft flesh in his mouth, leaned forward from the side, sealed his lips, and sucked them back and forth.
After a long time, Cheng Huan was let go. Looking at the slightly swollen lips that had been ravaged in front of him, Jiang Mingyuan's breathing became heavier, and the desire in his eyes deepened. He leaned on Cheng Huan's shoulder and gasped a few times before he managed to calmly say, "Goodnight kiss, just now It doesn't count."
After finishing speaking, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, and let go in an instant, looking at her with hidden danger: "I'm going back, have a good dream tonight."
Cheng Huan sent him away in fear, and returned to the room trembling with the quilt in her arms. Thinking of the man's behavior before, she couldn't help but curled up her lips and snorted.
Good dream? Did you mean to dream about him