The Jiang family father and son thought about the word "father-in-law", but neither of them showed any expression on their faces. Jiang Heng was still gentle: "Old Qiao is my lifelong best friend. We have known each other since we were three years old, and we have been friends from the beginning to the end.
I am old, alas, now, all my old friends have died, and I am the only one left living alone."
Yi Xiangxi was very calm: "It's a good thing for elders to live long. Jiang Laotong's youthful appearance will definitely last for generations to come."
"Haha, long live the Qianqiu! Who in this world can truly live the Qianqiu? Not even the emperor, let alone ordinary people like us. Sooner or later, one day, we are just a handful of loess, under the nine springs, we meet old friends
, I don’t have any regrets anymore.”
"Mr. Jiang is still open-minded."
Jiang Heng casually looked at Qiao Xiaomai, then at Xiaobai, then walked over, gently touched Xiaobai's head, and sighed: "Time flies so fast. Old Qiao's granddaughter is already so old.
"
The child looked at him curiously and shouted: "Grandpa Jiang."
"Oh, this child is so good." He laughed, let go of his crutches, and seemed to be talking to himself, "This is Lao Qiao's granddaughter. It's the first time I've met her, so I have to give her a greeting gift..."
Qiao Xiaomai said: "Uncle, you're welcome."
At this time, Jiang Heng had already taken out a copper coin and said with a smile: "I really haven't found anything that children like. Xiaobai, let's play with this..."
Yi Xiangxi saw at a glance that it was an ancient copper coin from the Pre-Qin period, and immediately said: "Mr. Jiang is so polite, how can a child accept such an expensive gift?"
Jiang Heng disagreed: "What's a mere copper coin? I got it in my early years and loved it very much. I often play with it. I didn't bring any other gifts with me today, so this is a meeting gift for my children."
Yi Xiangxi did not refuse any more, because any further refusal would be arrogant. He just said politely: "Xiaobai, why don't you thank Grandpa Jiang quickly?"
Xiaobai bent down slightly and curtsied, and said crisply, "Thank you, Grandpa Jiang."
Jiang Heng was amused by this cute salute and sighed inwardly. This child is so well-behaved and smart. It's no wonder that Yi Xiangxi regards her as the apple of his eye.
"Okay, we have already paid homage to our old friends, so we won't disturb you anymore."
"It's good to go, Mr. Jiang."
Only now did Jiang and his party, who had been silent, look at Qiao Xiaomai. She had been standing beside Yi Xiangxi, saluting them very politely, politely, thoughtfully, and impeccably. From this moment on, he finally recognized
A reality: This family of three is one family. They have become an unbreakable whole.
There was a moment of confusion in my heart, why is this happening? After so many years of hatred, time, and years, it turns out that this is what I got in exchange for this ending?
He went to help his father on his way and never looked back.
Only Jiang Heng, when he paused for a moment, finally showed a smile on his face. He inadvertently opened his palms, and there was a soft long hair in his palm, which seemed to be slightly warm. It was the hair that had just grown on his head.
Got it. Then, he inadvertently closed his palm slightly and put his hand into the pocket of his large Chinese shirt. Inside, the lid of an ancient box with a very strange shape was quietly closed.
Jiang and his party didn't notice their father's move at all, and just helped their father get into the car.