Qin Qing met Mr. Xiang in the antique study room, a famous anti-Japanese war general. Although the old man had abdicated for many years, his majesty had not diminished at all. Qin Qing was in awe of him.
Qin Qing picked up the purple clay teapot and poured a cup of tea towards Zhengfang, then returned to the mahogany chair and sat down quietly. The antique chair sitting under her was something she naturally didn't take seriously when she was the granddaughter of a red family, but now she is sitting on it.
It's trembling.
"Eh..." After drinking tea, the old man said calmly: "Xiao Qing, I haven't seen you for ten years. You were only seventeen years old then, but in a blink of an eye you are twenty-seven, a big girl."
In the past few decades, Xiang Zhengfang has lived in seclusion, and Qin Qing has returned to City B to study and work for nine years, but she has not been able to meet him. Or maybe she is always deliberately avoiding people and things related to the past.
"Yes, to grandpa." He was respectful and polite, and didn't say much about his father.
Nodding to Zhengfang, he is a typical handsome guy from the Republic of China, with a Chinese-character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Even in his twilight years, those big eyes are still bright and the majesty he reveals is something that no one dares to underestimate.
"Are your parents okay?"
"Everything is fine. They asked me to say hello to Grandpa Xiang." Just click on it and don't bother me.
Looking around the place where she played hide and seek when she was a child, everything was still so familiar. She thought about the familiar Xiang family and the familiar Xiang Chubei, but the relationship between her and them became closer and stranger.
He stared straight into the direction with his amber eyes. How could the scheming general not know what the little girl was thinking at this moment? He coughed lightly, bringing Qin Qing back to her senses. Qin Qing saw that the old man's tea cup was shallow, so she picked up the teapot again and added tea.
"Xiao Qing, Xiao Chu is fooling around, but since we have reached this point, let's try to get along with each other. After all, you have some emotional foundation."
The old man's voice was very heavy and deep, not like a general giving orders, but like the instructions of an elder.
Qin Qing nodded unconsciously. In fact, she knew two things very well in her heart. First, the status of Xiang Chubei and the Xiang family did not allow her to resist; second, her Qin family had inherited the love of the Xiang family. If it was
Xiang Jia, my father has been in jail for a long time. He only thinks of it as repaying a favor and should not refuse it.
Besides, how can she refuse to be the Xiang family's wife now? She should be grateful...
That night, Qin Qing and Xiang Chubei stayed at the Xiang family's old house for the night. Grandma Wu put on new bedding for them, an old-style red quilt. She glanced at it and knew that the old lady still loved the same old things at heart, so she didn't dare
There are complaints.
Xiang Chu Bei fell on the bed after taking a shower. He seemed very tired and lay there motionless. Qin Qing pushed him and saw that he was not moving, so she pinched him. Xiang Chu Bei jumped up in pain.
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"At least you're in the old house, please restrain yourself."
Qin Qing's heart sank. Yes, here, Xiang Chubei is the sky. If he does something, everyone in the whole yard will be turned upside down.
"Hey, where should I sleep?" Qin Qing spent the night in the old house for the first time without changing clothes.
Li Ruimin brought her a new nightgown, saying that she had not had time to wear it yet. It was made of fine silk material and was very smooth to the touch. Qin Qing was a little frightened. In the past ten years, the Qin family's life has been
She wanted to be simple and simple, and she had long since given up her previous extravagant habits.
Xiang Chubei saw her doubts and took the nightgown over to take a look. The corners of their mouths twitched.