In the Jiang family's spacious and bright main hall, red lanterns radiated a soft, festive glow, illuminating the lively laughter and chatter, making it even more heartwarming and moving. The entire space seemed filled with joy, and everyone's face was beaming with joy. To enhance the golden wedding banquet's atmosphere, Si Yan specially invited skilled musicians from the palace. However, the musicians played not the ornate royal music, but the folk songs that Su Jinli had loved so much. The familiar melodies, imbued with a strong sense of everyday life, seemed to transport everyone back to the mundane days of the past.
Nian Li, however, felt the music was too soft, unable to unleash the passion within her. Her eyes lit up, and she decisively drew her wooden sword. Pulling Shen Yue over, they danced gracefully across the hall, recreating the sword dance of yesteryear. Her movements were graceful, her sword glittering, each move displaying the valiant demeanor of a chivalrous woman. Shen Yue, in perfect harmony, danced alongside her, their figures intertwining across the hall like a vibrant painting. This remarkable performance drew applause and cheers from the grandchildren.
"Auntie is amazing!" Pan'er's daughter, Shen Xiaotang, held the sugar painting tightly in her hands. Her pigtails swung like rattles as she moved excitedly, and the crisp sound echoed in the hall. "It's much better than my uncle's abacus!"
At this moment, Si Yan was enthusiastically explaining the abacus to his grandson Jiang Nianzu, his serious expression as if he was imparting some unparalleled secret. Upon hearing Shen Xiaotang's words, he nearly dropped the abacus. With a look of helplessness and anxiety, he said, "Xiaotang girl, don't underestimate your uncle's abacus. It's a profound knowledge!"
"What is longitude and latitude?" Jiang Nianzu scratched his head, looking confused, which was very cute. "Is it more beautiful than my aunt's sword?" His eyes were full of confusion, as if he was trying hard to understand the profound knowledge that Siyan talked about.
Su Jinli sat steadily in the main seat, quietly watching her children and grandchildren making a mess in the hall. The smile lines at the corners of her eyes were like blooming flowers, and each line was filled with deep warmth. The years had left traces on her face, but at this moment, there was only happiness and satisfaction in her eyes. Jiang Yan gently handed over a plate of exquisite osmanthus cake, leaned slightly closer to her, and whispered: "Do you remember? Your coming-of-age banquet was also in this hall. You ruthlessly overturned Liu's teacup." His voice was filled with a hint of tenderness of memory, as if he had returned to that dramatic moment.
"Why don't you remember?" Su Jinli took a bite of the pastry, a faint smile on her lips, "At that time, you were pretending to be serious and secretly hiding behind the pillar to peek." There was a hint of ridicule in her eyes, as if she was telling a precious and interesting past.
"No way." Jiang Yan couldn't help laughing, his eyes full of gentle smile, "At that time, I was thinking in my heart, this woman is really heroic and unique." His eyes always stayed on Su Jinli, as if she was the only scenery in his eyes.
As they were talking, Pan'er ran over like a happy little deer, holding a large brocade box, followed closely by Jiang Nianzu, who was panting. Pan'er's face was filled with excitement and she shouted loudly: "Grandma! Grandpa! We prepared gifts for you!"
The brocade box slowly opened, revealing the word "Golden Wedding" meticulously strung together with abacus beads. A closer look revealed a few candied osmanthus flowers cleverly inlaid between the beads, their delicate fragrance adding a touch of sweetness to the gift. Jiang Nianzu proudly declared, "Xiaotang and I made this together! My uncle said the beads represent longevity, just like the love between grandpa and grandma!" His eyes were filled with anticipation, hoping that this gift would please them.
Su Jinli looked at the crooked yet heartfelt abacus calligraphy, and her thoughts drifted back to Siyan's childhood, when he would always hold an abacus, seriously checking his accounts. Memories flooded back like a tide, and her eyes warmed slightly. She whispered, "Okay, Grandma, I'll accept it. I love this gift." Her voice was filled with emotion. To her, this gift was more than just an item; it was a token of her grandchildren's love.
Jiang Yan smiled, his eyes full of satisfaction, and said, "This is much more practical than the silver your uncle gave you." His words were full of admiration for his grandchildren and recognition of this unique gift.
Si Yan happened to be walking over with a silver ingot in his hand. When he heard what his father said, his hand trembled and he almost dropped the ingot on the ground. He said with a look of grievance: "Dad! That's just my filial piety!" He felt that giving silver was also a way to express filial piety, but he felt helpless when his father teased him like this.
"Filial piety should be like Pan'er," Su Jinli raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of teasing in her eyes, "unlike some people who only know how to count money and don't know how to prepare something special." Her words caused another burst of laughter in the hall. The laughter echoed in the air, full of warmth and joy.
Amidst the laughter and cheers, Jiang Yan took the opportunity to gently hold Su Jinli's hand. His fingertips touched the mutton-fat jade bracelet on her wrist. The jade bracelet was still as smooth as ever, as if time had left no trace on it. Su Jinli had worn this bracelet for a full fifty years, never taking it off. Just like their love, it had weathered countless ups and downs, but it had only grown stronger and more precious.
Sugar painting scandal: The romantic downfall of the old champion
Halfway through the dinner, Jiang Yan suddenly stood up mysteriously, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He smiled and said to everyone, "Everyone, there's a special program tonight. Follow me." With that, he walked towards the courtyard. Everyone, curious, stood up and followed him.
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