Parents' Love: My Childhood Sweethearts with Jiang Weidong

On Songshan Island, Dehua carried a basket of freshly steamed buns to the Jiang family's house.

"Dehua, why are you being so generous today? Is your husband willing?"

Jiang Defu was watering his vegetable garden with his sleeves rolled up when he suddenly smelled a fragrance. When he looked up, he found that it was Dehua's steamed buns.

A bright smile instantly bloomed on his face as he jogged to take it, but he couldn't resist teasing Old Ding a bit.

Dehua objected, dodging his hand. "Why are you looking through the crack in the door? This is what my husband, Old Ding, is bringing you."

“He took pity on you. He heard from Yafei that all the children in your family have left, and my sister-in-law is just doing some simple perfunctory work. That’s why Lao Ding asked me to steam some buns and bring them to you.”

Jiang Defu snorted, his face also showing dissatisfaction, and whispered to Dehua, "That's right, your sister-in-law is treating me like a rabbit now!"

"This Jiang Yafei is ruining my reputation again. She really needs to be taught a lesson."

An Jie, who was leisurely drinking coffee under the pavilion, walked over unhappily upon hearing this and snatched the steamed bun from Jiang Defu's hand.

She also felt wronged and poured out her grievances to Dehua, "Your brother has coronary heart disease, and the doctor said he can't eat meat, but this father and daughter only know how to complain to me!"

As she spoke, An Jie glared at Jiang Defu, who was staring intently at the steamed bun, and said, "These are meat buns, you can't eat too many!"

Jiang Defu didn't dare to confront her directly, so he could only turn his back and leave reluctantly.

Dehua laughed as he watched the two of them interacting. "I don't care, I've brought you the steamed buns, eat them however you like!"

"A letter from Commander Jiang's family!" The postman outside shouted, waving the letter in his hand.

An Jie took the letter and, upon discovering it was from Jiang Weidong, exclaimed with delight, "It's Weidong! Weidong wrote a letter!"

Five of the six children in her family have passed away, but Anjie still misses them all and is happy whenever anyone writes to her.

Hearing this, Dehua quickly came over and urged Anjie, "Quickly open it and see what the child is saying?"

Jiang Defu had somehow appeared behind An Jie, his eyes also filled with anticipation.

An Jie ignored him, opened the letter, and read it quickly. After finishing, she snorted angrily and slammed the letter down on Jiang Defu.

"This Jiang Junqing is getting bolder and bolder; he's even starting to boss his own parents around!"

"What's wrong? Why are you so angry!" Jiang Defu hurriedly took the letter. After reading it, he couldn't help but smile and scold, "This brat, he's quite nosy."

"What's wrong? What did Weidong say? You two should tell me! I'm so worried!"

Dehua was incredibly curious about their drastically different reactions.

"What's wrong? This little bastard, he wants me to find a wife for his older brother!" An Jie said irritably.

Dehua laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Isn't this great? He knows how to care for his brother now. It's time for Weiguo to get married. If this were in our hometown, someone his age would already have kids running all over the place."

"What? He's not that kind-hearted. He just wants to get married and is annoyed that his older brother is in his way!"

Doesn't An Jie understand her own child? She saw through Jiang Weidong's ulterior motives at a glance.

"This child is really cunning!" Dehua clicked his tongue and shook his head in amazement.

Jiang Defu folded the letter, still smiling, and said to An Jie, "I think it's good. You should also worry about Weiguo so we can have a grandson soon."

"Wei Guo isn't in a hurry yet, why are you in such a rush? If you want to hold your grandson, you should worry about it."

Anjie looked very unwilling, turned her head and went into the house, slamming the door shut.

"What's wrong with her? Isn't this her own son?" Dehua didn't understand why Anjie was so angry and looked at Jiang Defu in confusion.

Jiang Defu figured out why: "She just can't accept that she's reached the age to be a grandmother."

In the evening, Anjie sat at the table applying face cream, looking at herself in the mirror, feeling somewhat sullen.

"You know, when Weidong and Wangshu were together, you weren't this upset, were you?"

Seeing An Jie so quiet, Jiang Defu put down the newspaper in his hand and sighed.

"How can that be the same?" Anjie wanted to argue. She had watched these two children grow up since they were little, and she was mentally prepared for it, but she still felt that they were children.

But now that she thinks about it, the children are actually all of marriageable age, which Anjie finds hard to accept.

She still felt like Anjie, who was wearing a dress to fetch water, but when she looked in the mirror, she found that her temples had turned white and her eyes had wrinkles.

Time really flies!

Jiang Defu walked over, placed his hand on her shoulder, and said in a rare gentle tone, "In my eyes, you are still the same as when I first met you, so beautiful and so dazzling."

Anjie's lips curved into a smile, and she snorted, "You're just trying to fool me. I'm much older than I was back then."

"Who said that? You have indeed changed, and you've become more and more beautiful. When I see you standing next to Weiguo, you look like siblings."

Jiang Defu was unusually sweet-talking, and his words made An Jie laugh out loud, slapping his hand hard.

She said coquettishly, "Look at what you're saying, then I'll become an old monster!"

Seeing that An Jie finally smiled, Jiang Defu felt relieved.

Putting aside her inner turmoil, An Jie also thought of Jiang Weiguo's matter and said with some worry, "Weidong makes it sound so easy, but Weiguo hasn't been home for years. Even if I had a suitable girl, there's no way to let them meet."

"Why don't we write him a letter first and ask what Wei Guo's plans are? If he's willing, then we can find him a job."

Jiang Defu thought for a moment and gave An Jie an idea.

Anjie also thought it was a good idea. Weiguo was stubborn and if she didn't tell him beforehand, he would probably get angry with her again.

Of course, when writing the letter, Anjie specifically wrote that if Weidong hadn't written to her, she wouldn't have realized that you were already at the age to get married, so she specifically asked for your opinion.

So when Jiang Weiguo, who was on the Sino-Soviet border, received his mother's marriage-urging letter, he was completely dumbfounded. In his mind, this was not something An Jie would do; his mother was not that vulgar.

Sure enough, he patiently read on and discovered that it was actually his good younger brother, Jiang Weidong, who had instigated this.

Jiang Weiguo gritted his teeth in anger. That vulgar Jiang Weidong! He's completely blinded by lust and doesn't care about brotherhood at all.

In a fit of anger, Jiang Weiguo took the letter and wrote a whole page of condemnation against Jiang Weidong.

After calming down, Jiang Weiguo felt it was time to bring his girlfriend, Bai Hongmei, home. She was a girl he met on the train after returning from his last visit to his family.

"Mom should like her, right?" Jiang Weiguo thought of the beautiful girl, his eyes softening.