Even though they had a connection in two lifetimes, it was obvious that the two were not familiar with each other, so they didn't even talk for a few words and the house fell into an eerie silence.
Rong Qing no longer had the passionate love she once had and the throbbing anticipation of a young girl in her heart. Thinking back to her past life, even if she didn't get a response, even if it took a lot of courage to get close every time, even if she was always met with coldness and alienation, she would still tell herself again and again, almost brainwashing herself, "If a woman pursues a man, it's easy. With hard work, even an iron rod can be sharpened into a needle. One day, I will be able to melt the glaciers with my passionate love..."
But what about now? That love has long since disappeared into thin air in the long river of time, leaving only the sorrow of the past.
Until this moment, even though it seemed too quiet and awkward to anyone, she was still able to take it calmly. She took out a book from under the table and began to read it leisurely.
How could Jiang Zimo, who spent the whole day in the military camp with a group of grown men and was adept at dealing with gunfire and spies, feel uneasy when interacting with a girl for the first time?
Even though I've only been around girls a few times in the past twenty-six years, and my experience with them has been very limited...
After much discussion, Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Rong finally decided to discuss the betrothal gift. One of them really wanted to empty the family's savings, while the other just wanted his baby to have the best.
The result was that they added two courtyard houses, a two-story Western-style building, and a street-facing shop to the original basis, and added another 1,000 yuan to the original betrothal gift.
Just looking at that thick list of betrothal gifts, this was in the early 1980s when resources were scarce. It's easy to mistake it for the "Ten Miles of Red Wedding" from ancient history. It's truly astonishing!
Not to mention other things, just the small item of adding 1,000 yuan in betrothal money would be the most in a big city like Kyoto, not to mention the actual amount and the dowry.
Grandma Rong put away the list of betrothal gifts.
Next, the two old men were worried about the two younger generations getting along, especially Grandpa Jiang, who was most worried about his own boy who had only military training assessments and emergency training tasks in his mind.
Ever since Jiang Zimo was old enough to understand, except for a few girls from old friends with whom he had a very good relationship, who he took care of out of friendship and courtesy, he was the most gentle to his own granddaughter.
As a result, when he turned back again, the atmosphere in the whole room really made this old man feel so disappointed. If he hadn't repeated in his mind a hundred or eighty times that this was his grandson, so dear to him, he really wanted to drag him up and send him back to the army, so that he could stay in a geek for the rest of his life and be alone!
"You little brat, why are you just standing there like a log? What girl doesn't like a gentle, graceful, and humorous man? Do you really want a shameless girl to take the initiative to chase you? You really have the nerve to do that!
Just like when your grandfather was young, he was so handsome and heroic that many little girls' eyes sparkled when they saw him. I had to actively coax your grandmother, otherwise there would be no such a stinky boy like you..."
Grandma Rong and Rong Qing, the grandparents and grandchildren, looked at each other, and then just ate their snacks in silence while watching Grandpa Jiang teach Jiang Zimo a lesson.
No matter what they do?
In fact, Rong Qing was really calm. If she took the initiative, it would only make her feel troubled.
However, based on her understanding of Jiang Zimo, he would definitely not take the initiative. After all, it was Grandpa Jiang who asked for the marriage, and even the filing of the marriage report was supervised by Grandpa Jiang.
Grandma Rong shifted her hips, moved closer to Rong Qing, and lowered her voice to ask, "My dear, you have to tell me the truth. What do you think? Is it what you want in the end?"
But you can't marry him just because he's handsome. If you want to know what's beautiful, there's really no one prettier than my sweetheart. Anyway, if you're willing, you've already gotten a good deal for that brat."
"Well, he is indeed handsome, and an upright and ambitious soldier. Grandma, if I didn't agree, why would I let them come to propose marriage? Oh, don't think too much. We are leaving for Kyoto tomorrow. You just have to stay with me for a few more days before coming back."
Grandma Rong was a little embarrassed, but she patted her little hand lovingly and said, "Grandma also wants to stay with you forever, but we have to wait for the old man to come back. This time, 20 days in Kyoto is already a long time."
Rong Qing could understand her grandmother's persistence for almost half her life. To a certain extent, waiting for her grandfather to come home was an obsession and belief in life that was engraved in her bones.
But even though she understood, she still couldn't bear to let go. She leaned her head on Grandma Rong's shoulder in a half-coquettish manner, her voice slightly hoarse:
"Well, I really hope Grandpa comes back tonight so that Grandma can stay with me in Kyoto the whole time."
Grandpa Jiang finally got so thirsty that his mouth started to dry up. Jiang Zimo immediately handed him a cup of tea:
"Grandpa, have a cup of tea and moisten your throat. Didn't you just praise the aroma of Grandma Rong's homemade tea..."
Grandpa Jiang glared at him but still took the tea from his hand and took a sip:
"Hmph, you little brat, don't you make me angry? I'm an old man, and I'm so eloquent that my mouth is dry. Don't even mention that your own tea tastes more mellow than the Longjing tea in my collection."
Grandma Rong smiled and replied:
"Old Jiang, when did you become so sweet? It seems your sister-in-law is really good at controlling her husband. However, this tea of mine is unique here. I found it occasionally when I went up the mountain. I just made it for myself. I didn't expect it to catch your eye. I'll decorate it for you later."
"Ha, okay, then I won't be polite, Sister Wanjun."
Jiang Zimo felt a little uncomfortable and looked at Grandma Rong and Rong Qing: "Well, I'm going to go to the mountains and hunt some prey."
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