Chapter 62 Flowers, you love me, can you smell it?
The sky was dark, and the moonlight hidden behind the clouds made it difficult to see anything clearly. But if the colors were vibrant enough, or if the object had its own light source, these things that were not afraid of the darkness could become unexpected in the heavy night, such as the bright and colorful flowers in the cable tie, or Grandma's bright eyes that were no longer cloudy.
Grandma smiled and said, "You were different from other little boys when you were little. You especially liked these colorful and pretty things."
That's why the flowers she picked for Liang Minghe were so vibrant and colorful.
Liang Minghe stepped forward and hugged the old lady, saying sweet words to coax her: "Grandma, no one in this world understands me better than you."
Grandma patted the back of his hand, laughing at how clingy he was, just like when he was a child, but unconsciously she gripped his hand tighter: "Time accumulates day by day. If I don't die, no one will understand you better than me."
“So you must live forever.” Liang Ming said this in a childlike way.
Grandma tapped his head, not saying anything depressing about the inevitability of death, but just teasing him with a smile: "Alright, I have to try to live like that immortal white-haired old devil in your book."
She laughed, her wrinkles deepening, then sighed and continued, "I don't know if you were angry with Xiaoqin today, or even earlier, because I asked her to matchmake you and your father. If you were, please don't blame her, and please apologize to her on my behalf and on your own behalf. You know that she did that just to avoid putting me in a difficult position, and it doesn't mean she's strayed from her heart to be with you. That's not what she really wanted."
“I used to think too simply, assuming that blood ties and genetic similarities would necessarily bring unconditional care and love. But you don’t, and neither does Xiaoqin. I realized I was wrong.” She looked up at the few stars in the sky. “I’ve been doing what I thought was for your own good, but I never thought that you didn’t actually think it was good.”
“You’ve grown up. You’re a mature man who can support your own future and shoulder the burdens of your family. You don’t need to rely on Liang Zongqiang to survive in this world. I should have believed that you, with your intelligence, have such great abilities. It was I who was too cautious and worried unnecessarily, which is why I imposed those unnecessary and even painful family ties on you to maintain.”
“Liang Zongqiang is not a good father. Since he has made you unhappy, you don’t need to compromise and tolerate him. He doesn’t deserve it, and you shouldn’t waste your emotions. I should have realized long ago that your tenacious life will not become lonely and helpless just because you lack a father. You will have lovers, friends, cats, and flowers to accompany you on your future journey. I realized this too late. I hope you will not look down on your grandmother’s old-fashioned ways.”
Grandma didn't want Liang Minghe to answer. She nudged his back, which was broader and more reliable than she had imagined, and urged him to go inside with a smile: "Alright, my flowers have been delivered. Now it's your turn. Remember to behave well."
“But Grandma, I still want to tell you.” Liang Minghe turned to look at her and switched to Cantonese, “Many people say I’m a person who clearly distinguishes between likes and dislikes, and I agree. If I really resented you, I wouldn’t have come at all. I came to see you tonight simply because I miss you so much.”
"Bang bang bang—"
When Zhou Jinqin opened the door, the first thing that caught her eye was a beautiful bouquet of flowers glistening with dew, and above that, Liang Minghe's even more radiant, smiling eyes.
"So the reason I couldn't find you earlier was because you went to pick flowers?" Zhou Jinqin took the bouquet of flowers, and then both she and the flowers were picked up by the smiling man in front of her.
Liang Minghe asked her, "Do you like it?"
To be honest, this was not a very good bouquet of flowers. In the deep night fog, the tired flowers were already on the verge of decay, with only the dew clinging to them showing their vibrant life.
But Zhou Jinqin knew that this was already a carefully selected result, and besides, the beauty of life never exists only in its most glamorous moments.
She nodded, lowered her head, and took the initiative to kiss Liang Minghe's moist, soft lips: "I like it."
“Actually, this was Grandma’s suggestion. She said you seemed a bit down and wanted me to cheer you up as much as possible.” Liang Ming honestly told her the truth, “and she asked me to apologize to you on her behalf.”
Zhou Jinqin asked, "Why?"
“She felt that she shouldn’t have asked you to be the matchmaker between me and Liang Zongqiang, which put you in a difficult position.”
Zhou Jinqin shook her head: "Although she said that, I am an adult. All my choices are made after careful consideration. I can't and shouldn't blame her. Should I say something to her?"
Liang Minghe also shook his head: "She knows you are a kind and understanding child, and she knows you don't resent her. It's just that some things need to be said to make you feel better, so she's just asking me to pass on the message to you. You don't need to worry too much."
He finished speaking and then suddenly smiled: "Speaking of which, this bouquet of flowers has too many responsibilities tonight. In addition, it also needs to apologize to you on my behalf for my previous rudeness to you due to my misunderstanding."
Zhou Jinqin knew, of course, that he was referring to her previous stance on Liang Zongqiang's behalf. She pressed her forehead against his, pouted, and said, "You know I never blame you, and besides, I wasn't innocent in that matter."
She pressed her lips to his and spoke gently, "I think this bouquet of flowers doesn't need to bear so much responsibility. It just needs to tell me that you and Grandma love me very much."
Liang Minghe gently laid her on the bed, his eyes, veiled in a soft mist, gazing tenderly at the gentle yet resilient woman beneath him. His nimble fingers slipped between her narrow, delicate fingers, intertwining with hers. Then, he leaned down and softly pecked at her full, smooth forehead. He smiled and said, "Let me tell you myself that I love you."
His eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and tongue—every time he kissed one of her features, he would repeat his vow of "I love you."
After completing one cycle, he slightly raised himself to look at Zhou Jinqin's almost dizzy eyes, and asked her with a smile, "Don't you think my love is cheap?"
Zhou Jinqin shook her head: "I'm slow to understand matters of the heart. You have to remind me again and again before I realize that love isn't just a meaningless, hot breeze blowing in the summer. You might be worried that I'll be bothered. Someone as conventional as me might not believe that love comes too quickly. But apart from my mother, no one else in this world has spent as much time with me as you have. Our 24 hours together are much longer than others'. Your love for me has been proven by time."
She smiled, picked up a flower that had fallen beside the bed, and held it to his nose: "You love me, can you smell it?"
Liang Ming's heart softened. He leaned down again, rested his head on her shoulder and neck, and said, "I can smell it, it smells wonderful."
He was talking about the bouquet of flowers, and also about Zhou Jinqin herself.
Zhou Jinqin blushed and muttered, "You taste exactly like me..."
He had taken a shower before coming in, wearing jasmine-scented shower gel with a strong, refreshing fragrance.
Liang Minghe kissed the side of her neck: "Really? Let me taste it carefully."
Zhou Jinqin blushed and pushed him away, scolding him as a childish devil.
Liang Minghe chuckled softly: "But I'm older than you. If I'm a childish devil, then you're a little childish devil."
"You're only a few months older than me? Is that a big difference?" Zhou Jinqin poked a small, cute round indentation into his cheek.
Liang Minghe suddenly stared at him, a malicious smile hidden in his eyes.
"What? Are you that big?" Zhou Jinqin's heart was pounding with anxiety.
Liang Minghe pulled her hand down, a smirk playing on his lips as he asked, "Don't you know?"
"You..." Zhou Jinqin's face turned completely red the moment she touched him. She turned her back and muttered in embarrassment, "You're so energetic at your age, how did you manage to endure it all those years ago?"
"I'll have to rely on myself," Liang Minghe replied lightly, his warm chest pressed against her back. Zhou Jinqin heard the man's pleasant laughter in her ear, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore, go to sleep, my dearest baby."
When Zhou Jinqin woke up the next day, the bedside was empty. It took her a long time to come to her senses and remember that Liang Minghe had gone out for a walk with his grandfather.
As the only one in the family who needed to go out to work and was the last to get up, Zhou Jinqin felt extremely ashamed when she left her room. Her grandmother, on the other hand, laughed happily, probably having misunderstood something again.
Zhou Jinqin was eating breakfast at the dining table by the window. Liang Minghe, who had returned from his early walk, was intently watering the vegetable garden outside the window, seemingly unaware of her approach.
As Zhou Jinqin was lost in thought, drinking milk with her head tilted back, a huge splash of water suddenly erupted on the previously quiet glass, obscuring her view of the outside world.
As I wondered what was happening, the playful splashes of water suddenly vanished, turning into clear droplets that rolled down in a line. The window became even clearer, and the man who was just a window away had somehow approached. He was smiling, his eyes crinkling, and his features were incredibly handsome.
Liang Minghe was having a good time when his grandmother suddenly punched him hard, scolding him for being so silly at his age.
"Will you still act like this when you become a father?" his grandmother scolded him.
Liang Minghe said nonchalantly, "Who said I'm going to be a dad someday?"
"I was just saying, look how smart Xiaoqin is, and how beautiful you are, the child you two have will definitely be very lovable," Grandma imagined.
Liang Minghe grinned and said, "Oh, what if you inherit my intelligence?"
"Are you stupid?" Grandma glared at him. "You two are not young anymore. You should start preparing for having a baby as soon as possible, otherwise it will be very difficult for Xiaoqin to recover."
My grandmother is getting old, and her traditional mindset is a result of the times, so we shouldn't blindly criticize her.
Liang Minghe may understand, but with his personality, he would never compromise with thoughts of not gaining self-acceptance.
He nodded, feigning a serious expression: "You're right. To avoid this situation from happening, I've decided to make you a great-grandmother right away."
Grandma's face lit up with joy: "Really?"
Liang Minghe suddenly put down the water pipe, ran to the gate of the courtyard, picked up a stray dog that was passing by, and instructed himself, "Liang Xiaohei, come here, this is your grandma from now on. Quickly bark at her a couple of times to make her happy."
The puppy didn't understand, it just barked blankly.
Liang Minghe smiled and said, "Grandma, she's calling you. Come and hug your great-grandson."
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Author's Note: Grandma: Are you a dog? [Angry]
Xiao Ming: Woof woof [starry eyes]
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