Qin Qinghuai was even more depressed, looking at his daughter's sleeping face, filled with reluctance.
"Brother, she's not even a year old yet. Even if she gets married, it will be at least twenty years from now, right?"
Honestly, I don't even know what to say. Should I say, "He who does not plan for the future will have trouble in the present"? Isn't this person planning for the future way too early?
"If you really can't bear to part with her, you might as well start saving up for her now."
"Honey, do you think Dad felt the same way I do now back then?"
He simply fell silent.
Jian Liye was rather quiet that evening and rarely interacted with Jian Dan. Qin Qinghuai had noticed this long ago and had asked him why.
He didn't have any particular thoughts; over such a long time, Jian Liye's love for his daughter had been genuine.
But after all, he was a soldier who risked his life for the country for most of his life. He had a narrow escape from death, so he might not be used to this peaceful life yet. He can't sit still and wants to do more.
Perhaps he also wanted to prove that even though he had retired and had a physical disability, he could still do everything well.
In short, it was like she'd picked up a father figure again, so naturally she didn't want anything to happen to Jian Liye again.
It can be said that both of them are thinking of each other. However, the father and daughter, who have not spent time together for many years, are simple and not the type to rely on others. In Qin Qinghuai's opinion, there may still be a sense of estrangement. Both of them are too reserved or introverted, and their communication is not truly honest.
"Maybe?"
With a sigh, simplicity is indeed tinged with a certain helplessness.
"I don't remember much about my childhood, but I do remember that he was good to me. Every time he came back, he would bring me delicious food, take me to buy pretty dresses, little leather shoes, and hair clips, and even put me on his shoulders to ride like a horse."
Once the words are out, it's easy to forget.
“I remember sometimes my mom would say that he treated me better than his wife, and then he would chuckle and say that she was his only precious child, and that she was most carefree during her time at her parents' home. He said that there wasn't much he could do, but he tried his best to make me happy.”
Back then, this was what my grandfather and maternal grandfather valued most about my dad. They were even happier when they treated me well. No matter how busy they were outside, as long as they came home, they would basically grant my every wish. He said that in his heart, my mom was number one and I was number two.
But during the day, when my mom is at work, he secretly tells me that I am the one he loves the most.
The old man couldn't do strenuous exercise, so he could only take me to play in the yard. Back then, whether we were reading, practicing kung fu, or taking a walk outside, we couldn't go very far, and he wouldn't let us run around on our own. But I wasn't one to stay still, so every time he came back was the happiest time for me. When he took me around, whatever I said went. He could take me all over Beijing and let me run around like crazy.
Back then, I dare say I was the happiest child, without a doubt.
later,"
Flipping through the original owner's memories, Jian Duan let out a soft, melancholy sigh.
"Later, I grew up slowly, but he became busier and busier, and came back less and less. When the old man started to get sick, he never came back. Then both old men passed away one after another. Not long after, we heard the news of his sacrifice. My mother, who is not an independent and strong person, relied on him when he was alive, and relied on the two old men when he was not alive."
After her husband passed away, her only hope was my father. But when she realized that her support had collapsed, she couldn't hold on anymore and started to become sickly. She no longer had the energy to take care of me.
Before, my grandpa and his family were afraid of the Lin family—the family my mom had arranged for me to marry. They didn't dare get too close, and would often go to my mom's place to seek validation. Then, my mom would constantly talk about the Lin family, like a nagging old woman.
Qin Qinghuai's breathing suddenly became disordered. Oh, right, there was also her ex-fiancé.
"As a result, when she was on her deathbed, the Lin family did show up, but it was also to try and get something out of her."
Ultimately, she was a rather pitiful person. She died without ever knowing that the Lin family had been using her all along, and the very person she so desperately relied on almost caused her daughter's death.
"How is that family?"
A simple sneer.
"Of course, that's bad. They're going to kill me, why would I keep them alive?"
I remember, it seems like he was sentenced back then. Later, that Lin, Lin Jianshe, almost died in Little Grey's father's mouth and was sent to a farm for reform through labor.
Qin Qinghuai finally felt relieved.
"I remember you saying that your uncle and Dad were comrades-in-arms, but you didn't know they were family?"
“I was young then, and my dad rarely came back. It was a coincidence that my uncle was never home. He was either at the hospital or out with my father. It seemed like we never saw each other. I was too young to be sure.”
But my uncle wasn't called Xi Ping'an back then, so even if I'd met him, I probably wouldn't remember him, given how many years had passed. Besides, he was a comrade-in-arms; who would casually chat about such family matters?
"That's true,"
Just as they were about to say something more, the little one beside them let out a soft "woof," drawing their attention.
"Alright, she's about to wake up."
The next day, the father, Jian Liye, was willing to swallow his pride and had a good talk with his daughter, finally resolving the misunderstanding. After his daughter left her room, he turned his attention to the playful little baby.
"Come here, Grandpa will give you a hug. Did you miss Grandpa?"
The little one wasn't shy at all. Wearing thick socks, he rolled over, spun around a few times, and was right next to Jian Liye. He then shakily stood up, clutching his clothes with his little hands.
"ah!"
Jian Liye was quite different from Jian Dan's easygoing nature. He had served Jian Dan before, though not for long. Now, his eyes were filled with surprise, and he didn't even dare to speak loudly.
"Baby can stand now, slowly, slowly, come on, hold Grandpa's hand, come on,"
The little brat, clutching the big hand, stood shakily for a while before getting tired. He plopped down on the kang (heated brick bed), turned his head, and pointed at the peaches on the cupboard.
"ah!"
I want to eat!
Jian Liye is so soft-hearted, he has no principles left. He doesn't even care if it's time to eat. He holds a peach in one hand and a spoon in the other, and feeds the child carefully without blinking.
Jian Dan stood at the door watching this scene, feeling a mix of emotions. If he had changed his profession, would Jian Dan have been able to enjoy such fatherly love back then?
However, this is also good. She got everything that the original owner wanted but didn't get to enjoy.
Ah~~
Jian Liye's hand holding the gun was incredibly steady.
"Okay, Grandpa will feed you now. Wait here, come on!"
"Ah~~ Awoo!"
Ah~
"Oh my, you're eating too fast! Grandpa can't keep up! Here we go!"
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