Nancheng District is the old city. Qingzhi and Jiang Mianzhong's hometowns are both located in an old-fashioned community within the government's demolition plan. The community does not have an underground parking garage. On weekends, the public parking spaces downstairs are full of cars, and you have to go around to find a parking space.
Jiang Mianzhong found a parking space and got off the bus first by putting Qingzhi.
Qingzhi didn't go far, and saw her grandmother playing cards with her neighbors in the pavilion by the small lake. She could still hear her comfortable laughter from a distance.
It is more compassionate and warm than the spring breeze, softening everything and melting her heart.
Qingzhi laughed when she heard the sound, accelerated her pace and walked towards the pavilion.
Aunt Yang looked up and found her first, and waved her with a smile on her face, with a loud voice. Oh, Zhizhi is back, Zhizhi, come here soon!
Aunt Yang is Jiang Mianzhong's mother. Seeing Qingzhi grow up, she usually treats her like her daughter.
Aunt Yang.Qingzhi called her, and when grandma saw her coming back, she couldn't hide her joy on her face, and she held the table with her hands and wanted to stand up.
Qingzhi hurriedly walked to grandma and supported her, so slow down.
Aunt Yang stopped playing mahjong and said happily: Oh, why am I happier than Hu Pai when I see you come back?
Qingzhi has a sweet smile. Aunt Yang, I will play cards with you tomorrow.
Aunt Yang nodded straight and said, "Our Qing girl is so happy, okay!"
Let me show my grandma, have you lost weight again?Grandma squinted her eyes and wanted to look at Qingzhi carefully. Qingzhi took the initiative to turn around in front of her grandma and listened to her grandma asking, "Did you come back by car?"
No, Qingzhi replied to grandma and looked at Aunt Yang, Aunt Yang, and Brother Mian Zhong are back.
After hearing this, Aunt Yang opened her mouth and asked curiously: Is he alone?Have you ever brought a girl?
The green branch was stammered, and I didn't know what I thought of, so I shook my head.
Seeing this, Aunt Yang sighed and looked at Aunt Xia next door with a disappointment: Alas, my son is handsome, but he doesn't know how to pick up girls. I envy you, Lao Xia, your family has a good relationship with women during the day. If you want to find a girlfriend, you will get a girlfriend, and if you want to get married, you will be resolute. When will my family Mian Zhong bring a girl back to see you?
Aunt Xia’s only son is called Bai Tian.
Aunt Xia grinned and quipped: Lao Yang, according to their young people, your tone is called Versailles, do you know?
Aunt Yang pushed Aunt Xia’s arm and said with a smile, “Old sister, don’t tease me, what I said is the truth. Mian Zhong is two years older than your son. You will be a grandmother and hold your grandson in the second half of this year. My incompetent son doesn’t even have a girlfriend. You don’t know how much I envy you.”
I have no choice during the day, but it’s not like yours, Mianzhong, and it’s so dazzling.Aunt Xia pointed to Qingzhi beside her, Lao Yang Ah, look, isn’t there a ready-made daughter-in-law? How good is our Qingzhi, with a stable job, a gentle temper, and a clean and honest family. She has been with your neighbors for so many years, and she has been close to you, why don’t you care about it?
Aunt Yang and Aunt Xia immediately focused their attention on the person who was wandering around the sky. Qingzhi reacted, his face suddenly filled with blush and said incoherently, "No, no, no, I'm not."
Aunt Xia asked: Qingzhi, is it 25 this year?Looking for a partner?
The fear of being named swept across her, and Qingzhi finally understood how frightened and at a loss when the poor student in the class was suddenly called to answer the question.
She was suffocated whenever she heard this question, and she blushed her head awkwardly.
Grandma knew that she was thin and shy, so she held her hand and smiled at Aunt Xia: My girl hasn't considered it yet. She is busy with work on weekdays and has no time to talk to friends.However, she came back last week and told me that the district education bureau organized a blind date. She signed up and only came back today. She was just a friendship.
When Aunt Yang heard this, her face became stiff and anxious. She hurriedly asked: Zhizhizhi Ah, have you met a suitable one?
The next second, eight eyes stared at her like a lantern.
Qingzhi swallowed, lowered her eyes with a hot face, and whispered: I'm chatting with someone.
The gossip of women instantly rushed to the sky, and Aunt Xia asked in a hurry: How old are you?Who is the person?What job?
Aunt Yang interrupted: How do you look?Is it reliable?How many apartments are there in the city?
Qingzhi wished he could dig a hole in the ground immediately and bury himself.
She drooped her head down as shamelessly, and her tender cheeks flushed and her hair was about to burn.
Mom, where is your neighborhood committee checking your household registration?
Jiang Mianzhong's voice came from behind, and everyone calmed down for a moment.
Qingzhi was rescued in an instant. She let out a sigh of relief, stood back with her grandmother's wrist, and saw him coming from the corner of her eyes.
Jiang Mianzhong was always calm, glanced at Qingzhi and said hello to his elders: Grandma Fu, Aunt Xia, Aunt Wang.
Aunt Xia waved her hand and knew there was nothing to talk about. She ended the entertainment activities for the whole morning: Mian Zhong is back, okay, no, no, no, Lao Yang, please hurry up and put the table back and cook for your son. Aunt Fu, Wang Xing, let’s make an appointment tomorrow.
So the lively venue dispersed and everyone went back to their own homes.
The pavilion returned to its former tranquility. The red goldfish swimming around in the artificial lake. The lake water was clear and the lake surface was like a bronze mirror, and it moved slightly ripples.
Grandma Fu went into the kitchen to wash rice and cook, and Qingzhi helped wash and cut vegetables.
Grandma Fu looked at her granddaughter kindly and asked in a soft voice: Zhizhi, what is the boy's name today?
Qingzhi turned off the faucet, picked the cabbage into pieces, and soaked it in the side dish pot: Meng Jiefu.
Grandma Fu bent over, turned around slowly, limped and wiped the inner pot of the rice cooker and put it in the pot. Do you have any good feelings for others?
Qingzhi paused and said yes, and the initial impression was OK.
Grandma Fu's head has white hair and sparse hair, but her elderly eyes are bright and bright. She looks up at her granddaughter and wants to see through her. Don't lie to grandma, are you serious?
Qingzhi was afraid that she would not believe it, so she put down the cabbage, wiped her hands with a dry towel, went up and hugged her grandma's waist, leaned against her back dependently, and smiled: It's really true, we left each other's phone numbers.Did you think it was a coincidence?He is a former student of Teacher Zhao Ting.He is three years older than me and is the director of the R&D department of a quasi-listed pharmaceutical company. He has no airs and is humorous and funny and easy to get along with.Grandma, I want to wait a little more and take him to see you. You can also help your granddaughter see if you can entrust it?
well.Don’t listen to your aunt Yang and the others’ blind command. Grandma has no other requirements. The RV doesn’t matter. It’s all for you to keep the dowry for you. Grandma, as long as the person you like is good to you, she will love others and cherish you.Grandma Fu's skinny hands drooped down and held her granddaughter's hand tightly. It's really appropriate. When I bring it back, grandma will make a table of good dishes for you, and make all the food you like to eat. OK?
Well, of course it’s good. I like eating dishes made by my grandma the most.The green branches responded, my heart was heavy, my nose felt sour, and tears that were as big as beans suddenly slid down.
Jiang Mianzhong found a parking space and got off the bus first by putting Qingzhi.
Qingzhi didn't go far, and saw her grandmother playing cards with her neighbors in the pavilion by the small lake. She could still hear her comfortable laughter from a distance.
It is more compassionate and warm than the spring breeze, softening everything and melting her heart.
Qingzhi laughed when she heard the sound, accelerated her pace and walked towards the pavilion.
Aunt Yang looked up and found her first, and waved her with a smile on her face, with a loud voice. Oh, Zhizhi is back, Zhizhi, come here soon!
Aunt Yang is Jiang Mianzhong's mother. Seeing Qingzhi grow up, she usually treats her like her daughter.
Aunt Yang.Qingzhi called her, and when grandma saw her coming back, she couldn't hide her joy on her face, and she held the table with her hands and wanted to stand up.
Qingzhi hurriedly walked to grandma and supported her, so slow down.
Aunt Yang stopped playing mahjong and said happily: Oh, why am I happier than Hu Pai when I see you come back?
Qingzhi has a sweet smile. Aunt Yang, I will play cards with you tomorrow.
Aunt Yang nodded straight and said, "Our Qing girl is so happy, okay!"
Let me show my grandma, have you lost weight again?Grandma squinted her eyes and wanted to look at Qingzhi carefully. Qingzhi took the initiative to turn around in front of her grandma and listened to her grandma asking, "Did you come back by car?"
No, Qingzhi replied to grandma and looked at Aunt Yang, Aunt Yang, and Brother Mian Zhong are back.
After hearing this, Aunt Yang opened her mouth and asked curiously: Is he alone?Have you ever brought a girl?
The green branch was stammered, and I didn't know what I thought of, so I shook my head.
Seeing this, Aunt Yang sighed and looked at Aunt Xia next door with a disappointment: Alas, my son is handsome, but he doesn't know how to pick up girls. I envy you, Lao Xia, your family has a good relationship with women during the day. If you want to find a girlfriend, you will get a girlfriend, and if you want to get married, you will be resolute. When will my family Mian Zhong bring a girl back to see you?
Aunt Xia’s only son is called Bai Tian.
Aunt Xia grinned and quipped: Lao Yang, according to their young people, your tone is called Versailles, do you know?
Aunt Yang pushed Aunt Xia’s arm and said with a smile, “Old sister, don’t tease me, what I said is the truth. Mian Zhong is two years older than your son. You will be a grandmother and hold your grandson in the second half of this year. My incompetent son doesn’t even have a girlfriend. You don’t know how much I envy you.”
I have no choice during the day, but it’s not like yours, Mianzhong, and it’s so dazzling.Aunt Xia pointed to Qingzhi beside her, Lao Yang Ah, look, isn’t there a ready-made daughter-in-law? How good is our Qingzhi, with a stable job, a gentle temper, and a clean and honest family. She has been with your neighbors for so many years, and she has been close to you, why don’t you care about it?
Aunt Yang and Aunt Xia immediately focused their attention on the person who was wandering around the sky. Qingzhi reacted, his face suddenly filled with blush and said incoherently, "No, no, no, I'm not."
Aunt Xia asked: Qingzhi, is it 25 this year?Looking for a partner?
The fear of being named swept across her, and Qingzhi finally understood how frightened and at a loss when the poor student in the class was suddenly called to answer the question.
She was suffocated whenever she heard this question, and she blushed her head awkwardly.
Grandma knew that she was thin and shy, so she held her hand and smiled at Aunt Xia: My girl hasn't considered it yet. She is busy with work on weekdays and has no time to talk to friends.However, she came back last week and told me that the district education bureau organized a blind date. She signed up and only came back today. She was just a friendship.
When Aunt Yang heard this, her face became stiff and anxious. She hurriedly asked: Zhizhizhi Ah, have you met a suitable one?
The next second, eight eyes stared at her like a lantern.
Qingzhi swallowed, lowered her eyes with a hot face, and whispered: I'm chatting with someone.
The gossip of women instantly rushed to the sky, and Aunt Xia asked in a hurry: How old are you?Who is the person?What job?
Aunt Yang interrupted: How do you look?Is it reliable?How many apartments are there in the city?
Qingzhi wished he could dig a hole in the ground immediately and bury himself.
She drooped her head down as shamelessly, and her tender cheeks flushed and her hair was about to burn.
Mom, where is your neighborhood committee checking your household registration?
Jiang Mianzhong's voice came from behind, and everyone calmed down for a moment.
Qingzhi was rescued in an instant. She let out a sigh of relief, stood back with her grandmother's wrist, and saw him coming from the corner of her eyes.
Jiang Mianzhong was always calm, glanced at Qingzhi and said hello to his elders: Grandma Fu, Aunt Xia, Aunt Wang.
Aunt Xia waved her hand and knew there was nothing to talk about. She ended the entertainment activities for the whole morning: Mian Zhong is back, okay, no, no, no, Lao Yang, please hurry up and put the table back and cook for your son. Aunt Fu, Wang Xing, let’s make an appointment tomorrow.
So the lively venue dispersed and everyone went back to their own homes.
The pavilion returned to its former tranquility. The red goldfish swimming around in the artificial lake. The lake water was clear and the lake surface was like a bronze mirror, and it moved slightly ripples.
Grandma Fu went into the kitchen to wash rice and cook, and Qingzhi helped wash and cut vegetables.
Grandma Fu looked at her granddaughter kindly and asked in a soft voice: Zhizhi, what is the boy's name today?
Qingzhi turned off the faucet, picked the cabbage into pieces, and soaked it in the side dish pot: Meng Jiefu.
Grandma Fu bent over, turned around slowly, limped and wiped the inner pot of the rice cooker and put it in the pot. Do you have any good feelings for others?
Qingzhi paused and said yes, and the initial impression was OK.
Grandma Fu's head has white hair and sparse hair, but her elderly eyes are bright and bright. She looks up at her granddaughter and wants to see through her. Don't lie to grandma, are you serious?
Qingzhi was afraid that she would not believe it, so she put down the cabbage, wiped her hands with a dry towel, went up and hugged her grandma's waist, leaned against her back dependently, and smiled: It's really true, we left each other's phone numbers.Did you think it was a coincidence?He is a former student of Teacher Zhao Ting.He is three years older than me and is the director of the R&D department of a quasi-listed pharmaceutical company. He has no airs and is humorous and funny and easy to get along with.Grandma, I want to wait a little more and take him to see you. You can also help your granddaughter see if you can entrust it?
well.Don’t listen to your aunt Yang and the others’ blind command. Grandma has no other requirements. The RV doesn’t matter. It’s all for you to keep the dowry for you. Grandma, as long as the person you like is good to you, she will love others and cherish you.Grandma Fu's skinny hands drooped down and held her granddaughter's hand tightly. It's really appropriate. When I bring it back, grandma will make a table of good dishes for you, and make all the food you like to eat. OK?
Well, of course it’s good. I like eating dishes made by my grandma the most.The green branches responded, my heart was heavy, my nose felt sour, and tears that were as big as beans suddenly slid down.
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