Parents' Love: My Childhood Sweethearts with Jiang Weidong

Jiang Weiguo really couldn't get leave. The country was in the middle of a fierce battle in the south, and things weren't peaceful here either.

The Russians on the other side were watching them intently, and the soldiers on the border were also on high alert.

The situation is like a high pile of dry tinder; it only needs a spark to ignite.

As a fellow soldier, Jiang Defu could understand. Although An Jie felt regret, she had been a military family member for so long and still had a sense of responsibility. She was just a little worried about her son.

"Weiguo, you must be careful. Bullets don't discriminate on the battlefield. Remember, your parents are still waiting for you at home!"

Hearing his mother's earnest words of advice, Jiang Weiguo felt a lump in his throat, blinked to force back his tears, and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, the situation isn't that serious yet."

"I can't go back for Wang Shu and Wei Dong's wedding. Please remember to wish them a happy marriage for me."

After hanging up the phone, An Jie sighed deeply, her face full of worry, and said, "Of all these kids, I'm most worried about the eldest one."

"His younger brother is all married and has a career now, when will he be able to settle down?"

Jiang Defu sat down next to her, patted her hand and comforted her, saying, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Protecting the country is Weiguo's own choice."

"We parents shouldn't worry about it. Let them be."

Therefore, apart from Jiang Weiguo, the Jiang family was able to gather together for the first time because of this wedding.

Ya Ning had planned to stay at school to study during the holiday, but when she heard that her second brother was finally getting married, she immediately packed her things and came back happily.

Because of the tight schedule and heavy workload, Yafei also set up a wedding preparation team, and Ms. Anjie, with her extensive experience, was honored to serve as the team leader.

Yafei originally wanted to appoint herself as the deputy group leader, but under Jiang Defu's glare and scolding, she had no choice but to give up.

Like Wei Min, Yaning, and Dehua, he was relegated to the position of a group member.

Although she compromised, Yafei still couldn't help but complain to Jiang Defu, "Why are you arguing with me? Do you even know anything about this?"

Jiang Defu snorted, "My son and daughter are getting married, can't I even be a deputy group leader?"

Besides, he was a commander after all. Even though he's retired, he can't just be a subordinate being managed by someone else; that would be too embarrassing.

Lin Wangshu watched with great interest from the side. Seeing that she had been left out, she raised her hand unwilling to be left out, "What about me? What about me? What am I supposed to be?"

"You?" Yafi waved her hand. "You have nothing. Just eat and sleep more, get your energy back, and wait to be your bride."

Lin Wangshu was unconvinced; to her, it sounded like she was a pig in the New Year.

Seeing Yafei's serious expression, Dehua found it amusing and couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "Comrade Yafei, can I go sew my quilt now?"

Yafi nodded, displaying the demeanor of a great general, and said, "Go."

Then, at Afi's command, everyone took on their respective tasks and began to work in an orderly manner.

Lin Wangshu was bored out of her mind. She was the only one at home with nothing to do, and even Jiang Weidong wasn't home. He mysteriously said that he had a surprise for her.

The sun was shining brightly today, warming people's skin. Seeing Dehua sewing a quilt on the rooftop, Lin Wangshu was reminded of her childhood.

Back then, Wang Haiyang's mother was still alive, and Dehua was closest to her. The two of them would often sit on the rooftop, sewing quilts and chatting.

Lin Wangshu liked to lie on the warm, sun-dried blankets, listening to the two women chat, and occasionally being fed by them, such as dried sweet potatoes or sweet and sour oranges.

"aunt."

Dehua looked up and saw Lin Wangshu coming up. He smiled and shooed her down, "What are you doing up here? The bride should be resting. It's too sunny here."

Lin Wangshu took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the quilt like she did when she was a child. "I'm so bored by myself, so I wanted to chat with you."

After hearing this, Dehua took out some dried sweet potato from the basket and fed it to her. "Alright, whatever you want to talk about, Auntie will keep you company."

Lin Wangshu chewed on the sweet potato chips in her mouth and couldn't help but laugh, "Auntie, you still treat me like a child."

Dehua rubbed the needle in his hair and said with a smile, "You're not that big now. Didn't you like to sleep on the quilt I was sewing when you were little?"

Speaking of her childhood, Dehua stopped what she was doing, her eyes filled with nostalgia, "Back then you were fair-skinned and well-behaved, looking like a New Year's picture doll, so lovable."

"Back then, your Aunt Zhang adored you and always told me she wanted to take you home and raise you."

"I never imagined that you would reach the age of marriage in the blink of an eye. Time really flies."

"Fortunately, you married Wei Dong, otherwise I would not have been able to bear to part with you."

Because Dehua raised all the children in the family single-handedly, he could talk endlessly about their childhood.

Lin Wangshu lay on the bright red quilt, which Dehua had specially made for her wedding.

Listening to her reassuring voice and feeling the bright sunshine, Lin Wangshu comfortably squinted her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

As Dehua was talking, he heard a soft snore beside him. He looked up and saw that Lin Wangshu was sleeping soundly. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile silently.

Standing on the ladder, Jiang Weidong saw this heartwarming scene.

His bride, with her long, black hair flowing freely, was sleeping soundly on the bright red quilt they would share on their wedding night.

Dehua acted quickly, after all, this was a job she had been doing for decades. Looking at Lin Wangshu who was still asleep, she was about to wake her up.

But Jiang Weidong gently stopped her, "Aunt, please don't wake her, just let her sleep."

Dehua understood, a pleased smile appearing in his eyes. "Alright, I'll go down first. You stay here with your wife."

Lin Wangshu slept very comfortably. Even after waking up, she didn't want to open her eyes. She just stretched lazily, like a lazy cat.

Then, Lin Wangshu heard a low, muffled laugh coming from above.

She was overjoyed and suddenly opened her eyes, but the sunlight made them sting. She could only squint and vaguely see a dark figure propping its head up and looking at her.

Seeing tears welling up in Lin Wangshu's eyes, Jiang Weidong thoughtfully reached out to shield her from the sunlight.

When Lin Wangshu finally saw his face clearly, she couldn't help but smile with joy.

Then I heard his cheerful voice, "My bride, you're finally awake."