Luo Qingyuan smiled and poured juice for the old lady as an apology: "Yes, yes, Grandma is the most beautiful. Otherwise, how could she have captivated Grandpa so much?"
Luo Qingyuan was absolutely right. Her grandfather was a nobleman from abroad back then. It is said that he fell in love with her grandmother at first sight when he was in school, and later he insisted on marrying no one but her.
After a while, Grandma got married.
Luo Qingyuan, including her father, had very high nose bridges. Her father had more foreign features and physical characteristics, while her mother was a pure Eastern beauty.
She and her brother are more of a Chinese ancestry. Her brother has deep-set features and slightly brown eyes. Both she and her brother are very fair-skinned. Her hair is either straight or has a natural curly perm.
She looks more like her mother.
My maternal grandmother's family immigrated with my parents when they settled abroad. In the past, two of my uncles managed the business in China, but they were very laid-back because they had many capable people working under them.
So my uncles are never in Beijing; they're all traveling all over the country, leaving their houses in Beijing empty. They might come back to visit occasionally during holidays.
The day before yesterday, she saw her uncle's WeChat Moments; his location was still in Europe...
When the old lady heard Luo Qingyuan talk about her grandfather, her expression softened considerably.
"Yes, your grandfather was incredibly shameless back then, if it weren't for..."
The old lady stopped midway through her speech.
Instead, it piqued Luo Qingyuan's curiosity.
"What else could it be? Does Grandma have a romantic history?"
Duan Ye, who had just arrived, overheard these words.
"What kind of romantic history? Grandma, tell me about it too."
Luo Qingyuan turned around in surprise and saw Duan Ye standing beside her, arranging his coat.
Luo Qingyuan quickly stood up, took the coat, placed it on the stool, then took Duan Ye's hand, smiling as brightly as the sun: "You're here~"
Luo Qingyuan had taken a shower and applied lotion, making herself smell wonderful. As soon as Duan Ye arrived, he smelled it and couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her hair, saying, "You're here."
As soon as Duan Ye finished speaking, the waiter brought out the hot pot and the fried prawns.
Looking at how much they loved each other, the old lady couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.
It's so good to be young, to be with the people you love.
Once all the dishes were served, Duan Ye sat down next to Luo Qingyuan and looked at the old lady with a smile: "Grandma, why did you stop talking?"
As they were talking, Duan Ye wanted to put on gloves to peel the shrimp first, but Luo Qingyuan snatched them away, saying, "I'll do it. You just eat. You have to go back to work later."
Duan Ye didn't argue with Luo Qingyuan, but he felt a warm feeling in his heart. It seemed he would have to take good care of his wife when he got back.
But the old lady refused to talk about it: "Old stories, old stories, why bring them up? Let's eat."
Luo Qingyuan's curiosity was piqued, and she wasn't about to let the old lady off the hook. She casually remarked, "Oh? Could it be that Grandma was just trying to coax Qingyuan?"
The old lady said while eating, "Nonsense."
“Let me tell you, if it weren’t for me, your grandma, losing contact with my first love back then, your grandpa would never have gotten her.”
The old lady was very proud when she said this.
Luo Qingyuan and Duan Ye exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.
The old lady said, "Don't laugh, I'm telling the truth."
The old lady became serious, put down her chopsticks, and her eyes became somewhat unfocused.
"Back then, Kyoto wasn't as prosperous as it is now. At that time, the situation was turbulent, and we only had two paths in front of us: either die or leave. We made a promise that we would get our marriage certificate after I returned from studying abroad."
The old lady recounted in detail: "But it's a pity that after I returned from my studies, I waited for him at the agreed place for two years, but he still didn't come."
“Back then, communication wasn’t as advanced, and even if I, your grandmother, used all my connections to try and find someone, I still couldn’t.”
"Later, I went back to China and saw that the place we agreed to meet had long since been built with high-rise buildings."
"Qingyuan, Grandma can't wait any longer."
As the old lady spoke of this, tears welled up in her eyes: "I have reason to suspect that he may have become a martyr."
Duan Ye and Luo Qingyuan exchanged a glance, and Luo Qingyuan said, "What if... he's not dead?"
The old woman glared at her, her tears dried up: "She must be dead! Why didn't she come back if she wasn't dead! She had to die!"
Luo Qingyuan and Duan Ye both smiled; Grandma was still as adorable as ever.
Luo Qingyuan placed the peeled shrimp into her grandmother's and Duan Ye's bowls respectively: "What about Grandpa?"
The old lady smiled and said, "Your grandfather was a good man, and he was good to your grandmother. Your grandmother was a beautiful young woman back then. When she couldn't wait for someone, she cleared her mind and got married."
As she spoke, the old lady sighed with regret.
"Unfortunately, your grandfather also died young, just like that person."
The old lady assumed that her first love and husband had both gone to the underworld, leaving her only with countless riches.
After all, in those days, if someone didn't come, they were probably dead.
She seems to have even erected a monument for it? But she remembers the general events; she's not entirely sure about the rest.
Luo Qingyuan wanted to ask more, but the old lady glanced at her and said, "Still gossiping? Let's eat!"
Luo Qingyuan could only shut her mouth and try her best to peel the shrimp, but her slightly aggrieved eyes still glanced at Duan Ye.
Duan Ye had no choice but to laugh and feed her a piece of meat, just like a little child.
Luo Qingyuan was delighted, her eyebrows and eyes crinkling into a smile.
"More! More!"
Duan Ye let him continue feeding them.
Only after Luo Qingyuan shook her head did Duan Ye free one hand to ruffle her soft hair: "Satisfied now?"
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