Old Master Jiang looked at his granddaughter's face with nostalgia in his eyes.
The reason why there are no photos of Old Lady Si Xian at home is because they were all collected by the old man.
Even the appearance of his relatives in Jiang Jingzhi's memory has become vague.
Only the old people who knew Si Xian still remember her.
Whenever they saw Jiang Shuwei, the nostalgia in their eyes was due to the 80% similarity between the two.
Looking at the little granddaughter his wife was looking forward to, Mr. Jiang suddenly felt sad.
Whenever he asked his wife with a smile why she was so sure that they would have a lovely granddaughter in the future, she always smiled and did not answer.
But he looked gentle and said words of envy towards me.
I envy him for being able to accompany his little granddaughter to grow up, and for her to live a long life with many children and grandchildren.
Ah Xian, she is so perfect.
Everything has its limits, and this is an eternal rule.
Sometimes he was so selfish that he prayed to God that his Ah Xian could not be so perfect.
In this way, can I spend more time with her?
But there are no ifs in this world.
Looking at his graceful granddaughter, Grandpa Jiang cast aside the selfishness in his heart.
This is Ah Xian’s last bond.
From a little girl who was just born, to a grown-up woman who became a mother.
The old man lowered his eyes, perhaps it was the 'time is ripe' as his wife said.
"Weiwei, come with me."
The grandfather and grandson came to the study, and the old man took out a wooden box from the secret compartment in the bedroom.
When handing it to Jiang Shuwei, he instructed:
"This is what your grandma left for you. After you read it, you can't tell anyone about it, including me."
Grandpa's serious look made her inexplicably nervous, but it was always right to listen to him.
"I understand, Grandpa."
Old Master Jiang smiled and nodded, turned and left the study, sat in the living room and slowly sipped his tea.
His eyes were just wandering, and it was obvious that he was lost in the long river of memories.
Jiang Shuwei sat down in the study, holding the wooden box. No one knew what was inside. Grandpa was so mysterious.
The wooden box, which is about 10 centimeters long and wide, really can't hold too many things.
There was only a letter and a bracelet with an ancient shape inside.
Jiang Shuwei first picked up the bracelet because its color and material looked familiar.
The main body is dark gold, but not entirely one color, and is mixed with strands of silver lines.
The shape is called "rustic" because it looks like a ring formed by twisting a piece of paper randomly.
It has a delicate and silky touch, with a slight metallic coolness, yet feels as light as a feather in your hand.
Alas?
Jiang Shuwei took it in front of her eyes and looked at it closely.
I discovered that there were several strange silver talismans engraved on the inner circle.
You know what, this design is quite to my liking.
But she didn't dare to put it on her hand rashly. She put it in the wooden box and picked up the yellowed letter.
Looking at the talisman printed on the wax seal, Jiang Shuwei picked up the bracelet again.
The last talisman on the inside of the bracelet is exactly the same as the one on the sealing wax.
Grandpa said that this was left for him by grandma. For some reason, her heart started beating rapidly for no reason.
It seems like something is about to be posted.
It was this feeling that made her stop opening the envelope.
That bracelet!
Jiang Shuwei picked it up, held it and the letter tightly in her hands, and entered the space.
As she stood beside the ancestral tree, a warm atmosphere gently surrounded her as always.
She said the bracelet looked so familiar.
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