Chapter 318 This little girl is no ordinary person; you can't control her.
Song Jingyi glanced at it and seemed to recall such a person from the depths of his memory.
My grandmother's good friend when she was young.
The two were the same age, students at the same girls' high school, and got married and had children in the same year.
He only remembered seeing her two or three times when she went south with her man when he was five years old.
What was it called again?
"Ayin, Ayin! Why aren't you paying attention to me?" Zhang Wanrong's tears fell in a stream. She rushed over, but her legs were weak, and she almost fell.
"Grandma, slow down." Meng Jin'an came to her senses and quickly helped her up. "Grandma, you've mistaken her for someone else. She's not Grandma Qiu, she's a little girl."
Zhang Wanrong let out an "Ah," tears streaming down her face, staring blankly at Shen Buyu.
"Hello," Shen Buyu turned around and greeted politely, "I am Ms. Qiu Wanyin's granddaughter. My name is Shen Buyu. Are you my grandmother's good friend?"
“Wanyin’s granddaughter,” Zhang Wanrong said in a hoarse voice, her disappointment evident. As she walked over, she murmured to herself, “I thought Ayin had come to pick me up. I thought it was Ayin who had come to pick me up.”
"Are you here to pay respects to my grandmother?" Shen Buyu made way for the old woman.
“Yes, I used to come to see her every year, but now my health isn’t good and I haven’t come for several years,” Zhang Wanrong pushed away her grandson’s hand, tremblingly took out a handkerchief, bent down, and gently wiped the dust-free photo. “Wanyin, I’m here.”
Shen Buyu stood beside Song Jingyi, and suddenly her eyes reddened.
While faithful love is certainly desirable, steadfast friendship is even more intriguing.
Grandma lay there, and her good friend, with her white hair, bent down to talk to her.
"Don't cry." Song Jingyi handed her a white handkerchief. "She's Grandma's best friend; they grew up together."
Song Jingyi could not provide any further information.
Firstly, he was still young at the time, and secondly, he would never waste time and energy on people he didn't care about.
Zhang Wanrong and Qiu Wanyin talked for a long time.
Shen Buyu and Song Jingyi listened quietly from the side.
Listen to her tell stories of their childhood, listen to her talk about the ups and downs of their marriage, and listen to her angrily rebuke her grandmother for leaving her alone and departing early.
Until I heard her say, "Wanyin, this is the last time I'll come to see you this year. I have cancer, late stage. The children all thought I didn't know, but I know my own body, so I came to see you. Wanyin, remember to come and pick me up on the day I leave."
"Grandma, you..." Meng Jin'an looked at her grandmother in surprise, "You knew?"
“Good grandson, don’t cry. Grandma isn’t in the mood to comfort you,” Zhang Wanrong sighed, wiping away her tears. She smiled at Qiu Wanyin’s photo and said, “Actually, it’s better to leave early. I don’t have to be angry with the children.”
She collapsed to the ground, unable to get up on her own.
Shen Buyu quickly stepped forward and helped Meng Jin'an to help the old man up.
Zhang Wanrong looked at her with eyes full of affection. Her wrinkled hand reached out to touch the girl's delicate cheek, but then withdrew it.
"Where are you staying now? Are you going back? We can take you there." Shen Buyu felt a good impression of the kind old lady in front of him.
A person who can drag their ailing body to visit their old sister who passed away decades ago is a good person.
“We’re staying at a hotel in the city,” Meng Jin’an stepped forward and replied, “I’m driving.”
“Oh,” Shen Buyu nodded, “Then be careful on your way back.”
“Child, I have a favor to ask,” Zhang Wanrong said.
On the way back to her grandmother's house, Shen Buyu turned her head to look at the car following behind her.
“I feel like that guy looks familiar, but I can’t remember where I’ve seen him before,” Shen Buyu said to Song Jingyi.
“Men all look pretty much the same,” Song Jingyi said, handing her a pastry “to tide you over.”
"Oh, Jingyi, you won't be upset that I agreed to come to Grandma Zhang's house, will you?"
The old lady had terminal cancer. When she pitifully asked to visit her grandmother's former residence, I just couldn't bring myself to refuse.
“You said it yourself, she’s our maternal grandmother,” Song Jingyi patted her head, “so you can do whatever you want.”
Even if she says the location is unsightly, it's perfectly fine to level it and rebuild it.
“Oh,” Shen Buyu sighed, “I now realize that living is really not easy.”
"Don't think so much at such a young age. Just be happy right now. Little Yu, remember, you have more than just the Shen family behind you. You also have me. My assets are more than enough for you to live as you please for the rest of your life."
“I know,” Shen Buyu smiled. “Hey, does Grandpa smoke too?”
“No,” Song Jingyi replied matter-of-factly, “Let him learn; it’ll be useful for social interactions when he gets down there.”
Shen Buyu: "...Brother Jingyi, you're quite cheeky too."
Song Jingyi chuckled softly twice.
This is nothing.
Meng Jin'an was driving the car behind, closely following the Maybach in front.
He often thought of that beautiful and proud young girl, whom he had only met briefly in Beijing.
He could sense the gap between himself and her, that they were not a good match, and he gradually suppressed his feelings of attraction.
Who would have thought that after so many days, we would meet again, and by such a coincidence?
"You like that girl, don't you?" Zhang Wanrong took out a lollipop from her pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth.
“Grandma, the doctor doesn’t allow you to eat candy,” Meng Jin’an said.
"If I don't eat sugar, will my cancer be cured? Will I be able to live a few more days?" Zhang Wanrong sighed with a sense of relief. "I'm about to die anyway, so let me eat whatever I want."
Meng Jin'an fell silent.
She's already at a difficult age, so let her do whatever she wants.
"You haven't even said anything yet, have you taken a fancy to that young lady?" the old lady asked again.
“No, don’t talk nonsense,” Meng Jin’an said, his ears turning slightly red, his tone tinged with melancholy. “I’m not like them.”
“Yes, I think so too,” the old lady said bluntly. “This young girl is no ordinary person; you can’t handle her. But you shouldn’t marry someone like your cousin either; it’s too low-class. Marrying someone like that would be a disservice to three generations.”
Meng Jin'an got angry at the mention of Su Mo. "I know, I told my mom to have less contact with her in the future, and I won't talk to her anymore."
"Oh my, Wanyin's grandson and granddaughter are both beautiful, truly outstanding individuals. It's wonderful." Zhang Wanrong leaned against the car, gazing at the roof, briefly lost in her own memories.
"Grandma, we've arrived." Meng Jin'an stopped the car, glanced around, and thought, "What an impressive villa."
"Is this Wanyin's house? How come it's changed?" Zhang Wanrong hadn't been here for many years, and she couldn't move her feet as she looked at the building in front of her.
“Grandma Zhang, your maternal grandmother’s house is inside. This is the courtyard that Jingyi expanded,” Shen Buyu walked over and helped Zhang Wanrong. “Watch your step.”
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