Zhang Chunxue heard this and waved her hands, a relieved smile on her face. "The children have grown up, and she is a grandmother now. What's so hard about it?"

Song Xingzhi listened to her calm words, but his eyes were filled with a complex expression. "When I first met you, you were only 23 years old. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chunxue paused slightly, and her heart seemed to be gently touched by something, causing ripples.

Twenty-three years old...

Yes, she was so young at that time!

Just like the old apricot tree at the entrance of the village, the one with the most vibrant apricot blossoms in spring, fresh, vigorous, and full of endless energy.

After Song Xingzhi said this, the dusty memories came flooding back like a floodgate opened.

She also remembered it clearly.

The first time I met Song Xingzhi was under the crooked old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

At that time, he was not the calm and elegant Secretary Song he is today, but a young man who had just come from the city to their poor mountain village with a passion for his life.

He is fair and gentle, wearing a pair of thin-framed glasses, and you can tell at first glance that he is a scholar.

We entered the village on the most squeaky and bumpy ox cart in the village.

As a result, he was so dizzy from motion sickness that his handsome face turned as pale as the wall and he was about to fall straight off the ox cart.

At that time, she was holding the little hand of her eldest son Zhong Chengfa.

As luck would have it, the young Song Xingzhi tilted his body and fell straight into her arms.

(End of this chapter)