Parents' Love: My Childhood Sweethearts with Jiang Weidong

This was a question An Jie asked Jiang Defu shyly in front of the mirror, blushing, when the two were not yet married.

She once hoped her husband would be a prince charming who could hold her and say affectionately, "Miss An, I love you."

But Jiang Defu just couldn't say it, even with his face flushed red.

In truth, he was extremely fond of An Jie, but as a traditional man, he couldn't express his feelings verbally, and could only silently prove himself through his actions.

Therefore, after so many years of marriage, An Jie had never heard Jiang Defu say "I love you" even once.

But today, for some reason, perhaps because of what happened this morning, she was reminded of a deep-seated regret and couldn't help but ask the question.

Jiang Defu felt very uncomfortable after hearing this, and cleared his throat, saying, "What love or not? We've been together for so many years, don't you know?"

Anjie gave a soft hum, "I don't know. How would I know if you don't tell me?"

Jiang Defu couldn't speak. He picked up a newspaper and covered his face. "We're both over a hundred years old combined. Aren't we ashamed to talk about these things?"

After hearing this, An Jie rolled her eyes at him. She knew she was talking to a brick wall. It seemed that she would never hear Jiang Defu say "I love you" in this lifetime!

Jiang Defu immediately realized that An Jie had been provoked by Jiang Weidong again. His face, hidden behind the newspaper, was contorted with anger, and he was furious. This kid was just there to jinx him!

Meanwhile, Jiang Weidong was completely unaware of Jiang Defu's resentment towards him. After sneezing, he rubbed his nose indifferently and continued to revisit the place with Lin Wangshu.

Because it was during the holidays, the schools on the island were empty, which was convenient for them.

Holding An Jie's key, Jiang Weidong opened the classroom where they used to have classes and led Lin Wangshu to their familiar seats.

Touching the pitted and uneven tabletop, Jiang Weidong suddenly laughed, pointing to a spot and saying to Lin Wangshu, "Look, it's still there!"

Lin Wangshu looked over and saw that it was their names carved crookedly with a knife, but it was still very conspicuous after so many years.

Lin Wangshu's eyes softened, as if she could see the little boy who didn't pay attention in class back then, his lips tightly pursed, carefully sketching stroke by stroke.

She rested her chin on her hand, looked at Jiang Weidong with a smile, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Brother, why did you carve my name when you weren't paying attention in class when you were little?"

At that time, Jiang Weidong didn't understand anything. He was just happy to see two people's names next to each other, but he couldn't explain why.

Now Jiang Weidong understood. Faced with Lin Wangshu's teasing, he didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he calmly looked into Lin Wangshu's eyes, gently curved his lips, and said, "Because I like you!"

Yes, it was because of his liking for him that Jiang Weidong would blush just thinking about it back then.

When Jiang Weidong was a child, his kindness towards Lin Wangshu puzzled Jiang Weiguo, who was watching from the sidelines. He once quietly asked, "Weidong, do you really want to make Wangshu your little wife?"

Jiang Weiguo, who was initially skeptical, began to have some doubts after hearing what his friends said.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Weidong jumped up like a firecracker, his face flushed red, and shouted, "Brother, why are you saying that too? They're just making things up!"

Although Jiang Weidong was secretly pleased, he felt ashamed when he thought of Lin Wangshu's clear and trusting gaze.

Therefore, he racked his brains, exhausting all the words in his mind, and tried his best to prove to Jiang Weiguo that he truly only regarded Lin Wangshu as a younger sister.

Jiang Weiguo felt dizzy and nodded vaguely, "Okay, okay, I believe you, alright?"

From then on, no matter what people around him said, Jiang Weiguo firmly believed that his younger brother and sister had a very pure sibling relationship.

Years later, Jiang Weiguo looked at the two holding hands and announcing their relationship to his family with disbelief on his face.

At that moment, Jiang Weiguo was in a daze. This wasn't how it was supposed to be; his brother hadn't said that before!

Upon hearing Jiang Weidong's admission, Lin Wangshu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up. But then she pouted and said somewhat unhappily, "Then why did you act like a coward back then!"

Recalling how this person had acted so prim and proper, Lin Wangshu couldn't help but get angry and pinched his shoulder with two fingers.

Jiang Weidong felt a strange tickle, suppressed a laugh, held her hand in his palm, and gently kissed it. "It was my fault for being so dense. Thank you, Little Moon, for not giving up on me."

Lin Wangshu's fingers twitched. Looking at their intimate actions, she suddenly thought of Ge Meixia and couldn't help but laugh, "Brother, wouldn't it be bad if Teacher Ge saw us like this?"

Looking into her sly eyes, Jiang Weidong readily followed her lead, saying, "It's okay, it's fine for a brother to hold his sister's hand."

"Really?" Lin Wangshu smiled slightly, hooked his chin with her index finger, and slowly leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with a captivating charm. "Then, is it okay for a brother to be intimate with his sister?"

As she spoke, Lin Wangshu lowered her gaze and fixed it on his lips.

After hearing this, Jiang Weidong shook his head seriously, "That won't do."

Lin Wangshu's expression changed. She opened her mouth to speak, but heard a soft laugh and then felt a heat on her lips.

As their lips brushed together, Jiang Weidong mumbled, "Brother can't, but husband can!"

In this dilapidated classroom, a boy holding his schoolbag waits as he kisses the girl who is working on the blackboard newspaper.

After spending a few days on the island, they revisited many places they had been before, such as the hill behind where they used to practice shooting, the anti-imperialist dog kennel, and the beach at sunset.

After reminiscing about their childhood fun, the holiday was coming to an end, and it was time for the two of them to go home.

As he was leaving, Jiang Weidong looked at Jiang Defu, who was about to leave with him, and said very dutifully, "Dad, you don't need to see us off. We'll come to see you and Mom again in a while."

"Who's going to deliver it to you? Do you think you're so high and mighty that I have to personally deliver it to you?" Jiang Defu glanced at him and said irritably.

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, turned around, and walked towards Old Ding's house, saying, "I'm going to play chess with your uncle!"

Seeing Jiang Defu's sarcastic attitude towards him, Jiang Weidong found it amusing; his father was becoming more and more childish.

Anjie waved her hand dismissively and said, "Don't pay any attention to your dad. He's going through menopause, and he's acting really strange!"

When they arrived at the dock, Lin Wangshu and Jiang Weidong came empty-handed but left with a full load.