Parents' Love: My Childhood Sweethearts with Jiang Weidong

Jiang Junqing turned around and saw Lin Wangshu. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed the smile that was about to appear and said in a huff, "Why did you come? You can just leave me to fend for myself."

Hearing his childish words, Lin Wangshu almost laughed out loud. She coughed twice, pretending to withdraw her hand, and said in a disappointed voice, "It seems you don't like it. Then I'll give it to my older brother."

Jiang Junqing's eyes had been fixed on the airplane model. When he saw her trying to take it back, he immediately became anxious and hugged it tightly. "No, you've already given it to me, you can't go back on your word!"

"Hahaha." Lin Wangshu couldn't help but laugh out loud. She sat down on the ground with him and said smugly, "I knew you would like it. I've been working on it for a long time."

Seeing her actions, Jiang Junqing, still angry, called out to her, then awkwardly handed her his coat, saying, "Use this as a mat, the floor is dirty."

Lin Wangshu chuckled as she took the coat, which was still warm from his body, but her heart was bubbling with joy.

Touching the airplane model made of bullet casings, Jiang Junqing thought it was perfect in every way, and joy finally showed in his eyes.

He gently nudged Lin Wangshu and stammered, "So you've been busy with this lately, instead of deliberately ignoring me?"

"Of course." Hearing him say that, Lin Wangshu pouted and glared at him unhappily, "We're the best of friends, why would I ignore you?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Junqing finally broke into a smile through his tears and nodded emphatically, saying, "Yes, you and I are the best of friends in the world!"

Seeing him smile, Lin Wangshu stretched out her slender fingers in front of him and pretended to be pitiful, saying, "I wore my fingertips thin to make this, and you still think so highly of me!"

She was exaggerating, but Jiang Junqing carefully placed the bomb casing aside, earnestly took her hand, and gently blew on it. "I'm sorry, and thank you."

Her fingertips trembled slightly as Lin Wangshu lowered her head to look at him, pursed her lips, and her ear tips were flushed red by the sunset.

As the half-sun was about to sink below the horizon, its last rays of warmth, along with the vibrant sunset glow spread across the rocks, gently warmed their cheeks.

As the sun set completely and the moon cast its soft light across the sky, the two sat quietly.

Jiang Junqing swung his dangling leg, breaking the silence, "Little Moon, could you please stop calling me Second Brother from now on?"

Lin Wangshu frowned at him, "You're still angry?!"

"No!" Jiang Junqing shook his head repeatedly when he saw that she had misunderstood, and explained awkwardly, "I, I want you to call me brother directly."

For some reason, just hearing Lin Wangshu call him "brother" made Jiang Junqing feel happy and he couldn't help but smile.

A smile appeared in Lin Wangshu's eyes, and she nodded in agreement, "Consider it an extra birthday present."

As evening fell and the sea breeze grew cool, the two of them staggered down the rocks and headed home together.

Halfway there, they bumped into Dehua with a flashlight. Upon seeing the two of them, Dehua was overjoyed, and then tears welled up in his eyes. "You two are finally back! I was so worried about you."

"Where have you been? The whole family has been looking for you for ages."

Jiang Junqing lowered his head in shame and apologized, "I'm sorry, Auntie."

"Alright." Dehua wiped her eyes, smiled and pulled them back. "It's good that you're back. Come on, Auntie will make you another bowl of noodles."

When they got home, the three little ones were already asleep, while Jiang Guoqing, Jiang Defu, and An Jie were still searching outside.

Lin Wangshu was about to go out and find them, but Dehua waved his hand dismissively, "It's alright, they won't get lost, they'll be back in a bit."

He then went to the kitchen, started a fire, and cooked noodles for Jiang Junqing.

Under the dim light, Jiang Junqing buried his head in his food, eating heartily, while Dehua watched with a smile.

After a while, Jiang Guoqing returned first. Seeing his younger brother's unharmed back, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, his eyes flashed, and he turned around and silently went back to his room.

Then it was Jiang Defu and An Jie's turn. They couldn't help but smile as they watched their second son wolf down his food with relish.

Jiang Defu laughed and scolded, "This brat, he really knows how to cause trouble."

He knew that meeting the two of them at this time would only make them feel awkward, so he tiptoed back to his bedroom.

Back in the room, Jiang Defu still had a smile on his face, which An Jie found quite strange. "Why are you so happy? What, are you pleased that your son said you were biased?"

Jiang Defu chuckled and said, "I'm perfectly fine, why would I be so proud of that?"

"What pleases me is that Wang Shu finally dared to talk back to me today!"

Anjie was stunned. She went up to him and touched his forehead. "You still say there's nothing wrong with your head? I think you're delirious from the fever. You're talking nonsense!"

"Oh dear." Jiang Defu helplessly dodged her hand and explained, "What I'm trying to say is, the fact that Wang Shu dared to talk to me like that today proves that she's not afraid of me and truly considers me her father, doesn't it?"

"Isn't this what we've been striving for all these years?"

An Jie suddenly realized what he meant and said with a smile, "That's right, all our efforts over the years have paid off."

"They say raising a daughter is like raising a flower. We took good care of her, and finally she blossomed."

Jiang Defu unbuttoned his shirt and suddenly sighed sadly, "What a pity, this potted plant will be taken away by someone sooner or later."

Seeing that he was thinking so far ahead, Anjie couldn't help but tease him, "You can't bear to part with him? That's easy. We have three sons. You can choose one to keep in our family."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Jiang Defu's expression turned serious. "The wind is so strong right now, the shadows..."

Before he could finish speaking, An Jie interrupted him, "I know it's not a good influence. Anyway, ever since I married you, all I've been thinking about is the influence!"

Outside, after Jiang Junqing had eaten and drunk his fill, Dehua kicked him in the butt and sent him back inside to sleep.

Hearing the two even breaths inside the room, Jiang Junqing slowed his pace and walked slowly to his bedside.

By the moonlight streaming through the window, Jiang Junqing saw what was on his bed and stopped in surprise, turning to look at his older brother, whose head was covered by the blanket.

A toy car and a slingshot lay quietly on his pillow.

(This is my first time writing a novel, and I never expected to encounter such a shameless person who plagiarized my work. Even with the evidence right in front of her, she still refused to admit it. I was so angry that I was shaking with rage.)