Chapter 150 Feudal!
Song Jihe thought, this time it's safe, great-grandmother must have misunderstood their relationship just now.
Unexpectedly, the next second, her great-grandmother said something that surprised her again.
My great-grandmother, who originally spoke indistinctly, spoke this time with exceptional force and authority.
"Are you from the Qing Dynasty or am I? What era is this? Still talking about family traditions? Feudal!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place fell silent, with only the dynamic music continuing to come out from the speakers.
Song Jihe: “…”
Li Qingqing: “…”
Lu Yan: “…”
At this time, not only Song Jihe was shocked, but even Lu Yan and Qingqing were shocked.
The two looked at each other as if to confirm whether they had heard it wrong.
They all knew that their great-grandmother was a free and easy person, but they didn't expect her to be so cool!
Song Jihe had been "educated" to the point of being speechless. His body softened and he sat down on the ground.
At this time, the DJ dance music in the speakers is still going on:
"Once the north wind blew, and I was a wounded rose~~"
"Move, hit"
Dalin was probably the only one who was not confused by the old lady.
Dalin was eating melon seeds on the side, very satisfied with Song Jihe's embarrassing end.
"I say you younger generations are so unfilial. You don't understand your old lady at all."
Seeing that Song Jihe seemed to have suffered a blow, the great-grandmother continued:
"These two children are still so young and so good-looking. It would be a shame if they didn't date each other. And what's wrong with great-grandchildren? Isn't this a close relationship? They are not born to the same great-grandfather."
Song Jihe responded silently. She suddenly remembered that in her great-grandmother's time, it was normal for cousins to get married, let alone those who lived so far away.
She had to ask her great-grandmother for her opinion because she didn't know anyone else to ask for it.
Now that the most authoritative person in the family has spoken, if she continues to stubbornly oppose it, she will be considered ignorant.
Although Lu Yan had not expected everyone to support him and Qingqing being together, he still felt sincerely happy now that he was under the "domineering" protection of his great-grandmother.
Of course, Li Qingqing also felt extremely happy.
The two of them couldn't smile, stared into each other's eyes, and then both knelt in front of their great-grandmother.
"Thank you, great-grandmother."
"Thank you, great-grandmother."
This kneeling was done for the sake of my great-grandmother's fulfillment, and secondly to make up for the debt I, as a younger generation, had owed to this old lady over the years.
The DJ dance music is still going on, and Phoenix Legend's selected playlist has reached "Lang's Temptation". The cheerful and passionate sound reflects the joy on everyone's face except Song Jihe.
"My lady~"
“Ahaha~”
"Sing love songs with me and watch the most beautiful fireworks~"
"~~~~~"
The house hadn't been so lively for a long time. Great-grandmother was so happy, "Everyone get up, everyone get up, Xiaohe too."
Lu Yan went over to help Song Jihe up and comforted her: "Mom, great-grandmother and grandma have no objections, so don't bother to interfere. I married Qingqing, and it doesn't mean I love you less. Let's live a good life together, okay?"
Song Jihe had to admit that she was a little jealous of Li Qingqing. She felt a little wronged that Li Qingqing took her son for herself.
Especially during the past two days when they were together, as long as Li Qingqing was there, Lu Yan's attention was always on her. This was the first time in all these years that she, as a mother, felt neglected by her own son.
That's why she found all kinds of reasons to stop the two of them.
In fact, she knew in her heart that she couldn't stop Lu Yan from wanting it, so if he had to make a fuss, she could just think of him as a spoiled brat.
Now that Lu Yan took the initiative to comfort her and give her a way out, she had no reason to be so arrogant and unreasonable anymore.
"Just think of it as your mother being ignorant. From now on, you can just go with her. I'm an old-fashioned person, and I'm not as attractive as Hualan..."
Song Jihe felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke, and finally burst into tears.
Half of these tears are shed for myself, and half are shed for my great-grandmother.
Great-grandmother remembered Hualan, but she did not have a deep impression of her and even said that she was feudal. Song Jihe was indeed wronged.
When the great-grandmother saw Song Jihe wiping her tears, she began to scold her:
"Why are you crying? I've already given you the most valuable string of eighteen pearls, what else do you have to feel wronged about?"
Speaking of the string of Dongzhu pearls, Song Jihe immediately stopped sobbing. It was indeed the most precious thing in her great-grandmother's hands.
When Song Jihe said "I like it", her great-grandmother gave it to her without saying a word.
Come to think of it, isn’t great-grandmother’s love for her also unique?
Song Jihe wiped away her tears and smiled: "My granddaughter is being willful. I know that you are the best to me among the younger generation."
Great-grandmother took her hand and gave it a fake slap, scolding her: "You have the worst temper."
Looking at the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren that was reestablished in an instant, Dalin suddenly felt that she was indeed an outsider, and the melon seeds in her hand no longer tasted good.
At this time, grandma suddenly came in, stood at the gate of the courtyard and shouted to the group of people: "Qingqing, your grandma is here."
…
"?"
"My grandmother?"
Li Qingqing looked in the direction of the voice and saw a younger old woman following behind Enya's grandmother.
The old man looked to be around sixty years old, but his hair was grayer than his age.
She wore gold-rimmed glasses, and her face vaguely showed the shadow of her youthful grace and elegance, but a closer look revealed a look of obvious age and dullness in her eyes.
Li Qingqing walked over in a daze, not daring to call out for a moment.
Only after Enya's grandmother introduced her to her again did she timidly call out "Grandma".
The old man responded with hidden excitement, raised his somewhat cloudy eyes and looked at her carefully. It was clear that he saw the shadow of his once beloved daughter in his eyes.
The tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally burst out. The old man stepped forward and grabbed her, and her crying seemed to come from twenty years ago.
"My Qingqing! My Hualan!"
The old man's voice was choked and sad.
…
The extreme sadness instantly infected Li Qingqing.
When the word "Hualan" came out of the mouth of this old man who had suffered the pain of losing his daughter, Li Qingqing's heart was broken.
"grandmother!"
The strong emotions of the two infected everyone present.
When the grandparents and grandchildren recognized each other, everyone gathered around to comfort them, wiping their tears.
Soft sobs came one after another.
While everyone was sighing and rejoicing over the recognition between the grandparents and grandchildren, in a corner where no one was paying attention, the great-grandmother seemed to have sensed something.
She raised her dry hand, which looked like an old pine tree, pointed at the group of people gathered at the gate, and asked Dalin, who was still with her:
"Are those Enya and Yushu at the door?"
Dalin nodded, "It's them."
Great-grandmother asked again: "Why are they crying?"
Dalin replied: "It seems like he is recognizing his granddaughter."
Great-grandmother was confused, "Haven't they seen it?"
Dalin: "How would I know about her family's affairs?"
Great-grandmother said nothing more.
Before, every time Yushu’s grandmother came to visit her great-grandmother, she would only report good news at home and not bad news. After Li Hualan died, Yushu’s grandmother came less often.
So whether the Li family had a new baby or someone died young over the years, great-grandmother really didn't know.
Just now, Song Jihe told her which one was her great-grandson and which one was her great-granddaughter, but to her, they were just strangers she met for the first time.
Now, no matter who they were crying for or making a fuss about, she seemed more like a bystander.
Who can tell how much family affection can be dispersed beyond three generations?
Forget it, forget it. When they have cried enough, let them listen to a song by Phoenix Legend that brings them peace of mind.
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