After the engagent party ended, Fu Yi moved to the wedding house and began to prepare for the wedding. Grandmother stayed a little longer.
During that ti, Fu Ying’s mind was filled with: Yi Yi, Yanyan, and Yingying.
She felt very close to them.
Fu Ying especially liked her grandmother and would sit and chat with her whenever she had the chance.
Grandmother told her again about her love story with Grandfather.
A love with a seven-year age difference, it lasted a lifeti.
The story was simple and earnest, without flowery rhetoric or sweet nothings.
Just simple romance.
Fu Ying never tired of hearing it.
Fu Ying thought that she and Shen Liguang would also be like this.
Seeing the girl daydreaming with her little face flushed, Grandmother chuckled and asked, "Yingying, tell Grandma, do you have a boyfriend yet?"
Fu Ying ca back to her senses, imdiately sat upright, looked around, and said softly, "Mmm, Grandma, you must keep it a secret."
"How so? Does your father not allow you to date?"
Fu Ying shook her head, feeling a little distressed: "Not exactly, it’s just that the person... he’s much older than , I’m afraid my dad won’t agree."
"How much older?" Grandmother asked.
Fu Ying paused for a mont: "9 years."
Grandmother hesitated: "9 years, if you’re 18, that makes him 27, that is a bit older."
Hearing this, Fu Ying suddenly felt sowhat disheartened.
Actually, what she wanted most to hear was encouragent.
As long as she had a little bit of encouragent, she would feel there was a future, there was hope.
But a little doubt and disapproval could make her feel there was no future.
Grandmother saw her little face fall and smiled kindly: "Upset? Grandma didn’t say much, as long as Yingying likes him, that’s what matters."
Fu Ying let out a deep sigh: "I think he’s a good person, the most upright and honorable man I’ve t besides my eldest brother. He’s serious when he needs to be, gentle when it’s called for."
"I’ve seen him dash into a raging fire without a second thought, and I’ve seen him brush off getting hurt as if it was nothing. Grandma, wouldn’t you fall in love with such a man? Wouldn’t you be attracted?"
"If it wasn’t for him, I would be dead by now."
Grandmother nodded with a smile: "Based on what you’ve said, he does seem like a man worth entrusting your life to. Your elder brother’s friend?"
"Ah?" Fu Ying looked down, feeling she had spoken too much. "No."
Grandmother smiled aningfully.
"Actually, other people’s opinions aren’t important. As long as the person is upright, has good character, is reliable and worth entrusting your life to, it’s enough that you like him."
Fu Ying nodded firmly: "Yes."
In the deep autumn, the sun was warm and cozy that day. Grandmother enjoyed life sitting in the yard, drinking tea, and listening to folk tunes.
Fu Ying chatted with her for a while and then ran off to her big brother’s wedding house.
Xia Jinyun played the role of a good wife and mother, cooking in the kitchen, while her brother was decorating the new room, conspicuously placing the ’double happiness’ character up.
Fu Ying just so happened to mooch a al.
She hadn’t misjudged—Sister Jinyun was gentle and virtuous, and her cooking was top-notch.
"Big sister, prepare a room for , please? I’ll just live here."
Xia Jinyun smiled affably: "Sure, no problem, we have plenty of bedrooms, and you can co and chat with from ti to ti."
Fu Yi gave her a glance.
Fu Ying imdiately lowered her head: "Never mind, I think it’s not good to stay here, I’m not accustod to the environnt here, it’s not the sa neighborhood, the living habits are different, and I’m particular about my bed."
"Are you sure that’s what’s ant by not being accustod to the environnt? As for the bed, we can buy one just like yours when the ti cos."
"Alright..."
Fu Yi kicked her under the table.
"It’s too much of a hassle, forget it."
Fu Yi: "She can’t co, this is too far from her school."
"Really? I rember there’s a bus right outside that goes to the school, it’s just a few minutes away."
Fu Ying nodded: "Yes, yes, it really is too far from my school."
Fu Ying could feel that she was not welco here. Right after dinner, as Fu Ying was hoping to chat more with Xia Jinyun, her big brother grabbed her by the collar and tossed her out of the door.
"Don’t co here often when there’s nothing important," he said before closing the door.
Fu Ying: "...Big brother, my coat..."
A cold breeze swept through the hallway, and Fu Ying couldn’t help but shiver.
It was eight o’clock at night, and the wind felt a bit chilly.
Fu Ying was only wearing a loose sweater, and as she walked along the main road, she found a spot to sit down and call Shen Liguang with her head lowered.
The call connected as soon as it rang.
The girl’s soft and gentle voice: "Brother."
Shen Liguang, wiping the water droplets from his hair, looked at the clock on the wall: "Hmm? Where are you? I can hear traffic."
"Ah?" Fu Ying looked around and saw the words "Wanda Plaza," "Wanda Plaza."
"Why are you still out so late?"
Fu Ying, with her head down, tugging at the wool of her clothing: "My big brother kicked out, afraid I would intrude on his romantic ti with his partner."
Shen Liguang couldn’t help but laugh: "If soone intruded on my romantic ti, I’d kick them out too."
"Brother, stop laughing, I’m a bit cold."
There was a sudden silence on the man’s side, and just as Fu Ying was about to speak, he said:
"I’m coming to pick you up."
Fu Ying obediently replied: "Okay, I’ll wait for you."
Shen Liguang hung up the phone, and Li Ruolan asked with a smile, "Girlfriend? You spoke so tenderly."
"Hmm, I need to step out."
Watching her son hurriedly change clothes and leave the house, Li Ruolan rubbed her legs while smiling: "He’s finally caught on,"
Fu Ying stared at the fallen leaves by her feet, swirling in the wind.
The man arrived quickly, parking the car in front of her.
Fu Ying was freezing and quickly got into the car.
She wasn’t used to sitting in the passenger seat and rembered just in ti, scrambling over to the passenger side.
Shen Liguang couldn’t help but laugh: "That’s a good habit of yours."
"Ah?" Fu Ying didn’t understand.
"It ans, when I’m not around, you don’t sit in anyone else’s passenger seat."
"Not really, I sit in my little brother’s passenger seat because there’s a lot of snacks on my little brother’s side."
Shen Liguang: "What do you like to eat?"
"Hmm... I don’t think I’m picky..."
"Next ti, big brother will also put snacks in the passenger seat."
Fu Ying smiled silently.
"Where to?"
Fu Ying shook her head, a bit shy: "I, I don’t want to go ho so early."
"Then let’s just sit in the car."
The cold wind blew outside, and seeing her dressed so thinly, Shen Liguang closed the car window and gave her his coat.
"Want to watch a movie?" he asked.
Fu Ying nodded.
"What do you want to watch?"
Fu Ying thought for a mont: "The Horse Whisperer."
"That’s an old movie."
Fu Ying nodded: "Yeah, my grandmother told about it, from their era, the most earnest, deeply affectionate love."
The movie started playing, and she watched attentively, her eyes fixed on the screen.
Shen Liguang was silent, quietly accompanying her through the movie.
The dated style, the sincere love, the flawless emotions, all were symbols of that era.
After 99 minutes, the movie ended, and Fu Ying was deeply moved.
"Brother, I also envy that kind of love."
There was a tranquil atmosphere in the car, and Fu Ying heard him say: "I’ll give it to you."
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