The spring scenery of Jincheng in the afternoon brings out the beauty in the poem vividly.

A fusion of classic and modern, with warm sunlight and blooming flowers.

A large swath of sunlight shines on the floor through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the ward. Xin Xiaoyue came to the top floor and sat on the sofa, listening to Mr. Jiang talk about what happened back then.

"Let me tell you, what others hear me talk about the most is what I saw and heard in the Anti-Japanese War Army when I was young, and the years I spent in the shopping malls fighting against Fang Qiu. I rarely tell people about my relationship with

It’s my wife’s business.” Mr. Jiang looked at the sunlight outside the window, his eyes far away and his thoughts flying.

A quarter of an hour ago, Xin Xiaoyue contacted Mr. Jiang and said that she would come to see him immediately.

The old man immediately ordered Uncle Zhang to contact Xu Kang and ask what Lao Jiu was doing.

Xu Kangbin replied politely that Ningyuan Group and Jinxiu Culture would work together, and the top executives of both parties were meeting in the conference room of Jinxiu Fang Store.

"When will the meeting end?" Uncle Zhang asked anxiously.

"I'm afraid that's not clear. Both parties are large multinational groups and they need to cooperate and negotiate their interests. It's hard to say when this meeting will be held." Xu Kang's tone was full of apology.

When Uncle Zhang came back and reported the truth, the old man threw his cell phone angrily.

Then, he paced back and forth and said, "I'll try to hold off Xin Xiaoyue for a while. I'll contact you every fifteen minutes."

Uncle Zhang was stunned, and then exited the door under the old man's glare.

When Xin Xiaoyue came, the old man complained that he was old and didn't even have anyone to talk to.

"How could that happen?" Xin Xiaoyue said in surprise.

"Xiaoyue, please chat with me. At my age, if I want to go out for a walk, they are all facing enemies. It's really boring, especially if they are locked up here." The old man said, trying to show his incomparable love for freedom.

The look of longing.

Xin Xiaoyue nodded and sat on the sofa obediently.

Mr. Xin is thinking about what to say.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, just like the day when he first met Axiu. Therefore, Mr. Xin told Xin Xiaoyue about his late wife.

Thinking of Axiu, a soft and warm smile appeared on the old man's face.

He tells of their first meeting:

He said that at that time, the People's Republic of China had just been founded, and everything was in ruins waiting to be revitalized. The old leader asked him where this orphan of a martyr who was born and raised in the Anti-Japanese War army would go in the future.

He wanted to change his environment and enjoy peace. So, when he was a teenager, he left the army and was eventually assigned to Jincheng to work as a postman at the post office.

He rides a bicycle and wears a uniform every day, walking through the streets and alleys within his delivery area.

The sound of dinging bicycle bells resounded throughout the streets and alleys of Jincheng. At that time, he had not thought about doing anything big and had no plans for life. After get off work every day, he would drink tea and chat with people near his residence.

"Until that day, Jincheng also had this kind of weather and this season." The old man said slowly, with a soft voice.

In the bright daylight, he rode his bicycle to deliver the mail. At the corner of the alley, he met Axiu for the first time.

At that time, Axiu was just sixteen years old. She had two jet-black braids, wore a sky blue slanted button-up top, a long black skirt, a military green schoolbag across her body, and held several financial books with foreign translations and annotations.

Walk peacefully in the sunlight.

At first, he just passed by, but he just felt that the surroundings were much brighter. Later, after reading more, he named the scene: Pian Ruo Jinghong.

From that first glimpse, his life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

He could tell from the school badge on the woman's chest that she was a student of Jincheng No. 1 Girls' Middle School.

He asked around:

Knowing that her name is Wei Lingxiu, people usually call her Axiu. Although her family is poor, her ancestors come from a scholarly family. Moreover, Axiu is not only good-looking, but also the one with the best grades in school.

For the first time in his life, he felt scared and inferior. He felt that he had studied too little and was not worthy of Axiu.

So, apart from delivering emails at work, he spent the rest of his time studying. Not only did he study on his own, he also visited his beloved Axiu for advice whenever he had the chance.

Axiu felt surprised. All the young people who came to visit her always expressed their admiration for her. How could any of them come to ask for advice humbly?

Some people humbly ask for advice, and Axiu is willing to teach.

Therefore, in the first two years of their acquaintance, the topic of conversation was always study.

He has always thought: He must study more so that he can stand side by side with Axiu and be worthy of her.

Therefore, despite his admiration, he never did anything else except study.

Axiu also only talked about studying. After getting to know him well, he also made a study plan for him and provided him with study books.

Later, Axiu said that she had nothing to teach him, so she recommended him to her father. Her father was completely impressed by his tireless learning attitude and hard work.

Her father, Wei Jingxuan, had studied abroad and studied finance. In his early years, he lived with his mother, Sun, in his natal family. The Sun family had a long history of education, and Wei Jingxuan developed an elegant spirit. Later, he gave up writing and joined the army.

He joined the Anti-Japanese War, but unfortunately he was injured during the Anti-Japanese War and could only sit in a wheelchair.

However, Wei's father never felt sorry for himself. He was always studying tirelessly and keenly observing the changes around him.

In this way, Mr. Jiang, a young postman, met Wei Jingxuan, the life mentor who would later become his father-in-law.

In the third year of Mr. Jiang's acquaintance with Axiu, one day suddenly, she came to him and said that she was moving and her family was going to Shanghai. This was to say goodbye to him.

The sadness of the sudden separation made the two walk along the Jinjiang River for a long time.

Finally, Ah Xiu broke the silence and asked, "Will you go with me?"

"What am I going to do?" he asked.

"Go and study." Axiu said loudly.

He did not answer, but looked at the riverside for a long time, imagining that if he did not go to Shanghai, he would be so far away from her and not be able to see her every day.

If you can't see each other every day, you really can't live.

So, he immediately agreed and immediately went to the post office leader to resign.

At the time, this incident was nothing more than dropping a depth charge on a calm lake.

A national position, such an iron rice bowl, you actually don’t want it even if you don’t want it.

The leader found several people who took turns to dissuade him, but his attitude remained firm. When others saw that he could not pull back ten cows, they all shut up.

In this way, Mr. Jiang came to Shanghai and entered university with the guidance of his tutor.

After entering university, I saw a different scenery, met more people, and broadened my horizons.

He grew up to be an outstanding man. He was recognized and praised by her and her father. At the same time, he also naturally gained the love he wanted.

The old man was sitting on the sofa, recalling this period of high spirits in his youth with a smile.

Although Xin Xiaoyue came with a purpose, she really liked hearing the stories told by the old man.

Therefore, she listened very quietly and patiently. Even because the old man worked hard to study that part, she saw herself working hard to stand beside Wang Xuan. Unknowingly, Xin Xiaoyue burst into tears and was filled with envy.

While the old man was telling the story, he was actually examining Xin Xiaoyue.

Apart from her resemblance to his daughter who died young, what the old man could see from her face was all sincerity, seriousness, and the kind of tranquility that radiated from within.

She was really listening patiently and attentively to the old man's reminiscing about the past.

In this impetuous age, there are very few young people who can accompany an old man and listen to his words without being arrogant or impetuous.

What's more, this young man was very moved when he heard it, and tears filled his eyes unknowingly.

The old man felt more and more that Xin Xiaoyue was sensible, generous, and affectionate.

Mr. Jiang couldn't help but want to praise himself: Why are you so discerning?

He even thought darkly: The death of Lao Jiu's first two predecessors didn't seem so bad, otherwise, he wouldn't have met Xiaoyue as good as him.

Thinking of this, Mr. Jiang became happy and thought: Even if he has to fight for his life and face this old face, he must let Xin Xiaoyue be his granddaughter-in-law of the Jiang family.
Chapter completed!