In the afternoon, the spring Jincheng will vividly display the beauty in the poems.

Classical and modern fusion, daylight and warmth, flowers.

A large amount of daylight was projected on the floor through the floor-to-ceiling window glass of the ward, Xin Xiaoyue came to the top floor, sat on the sofa, and listened to the old man Jiang talk about the events of the year.

"Let me tell you, what others listen to me the most is what I saw and heard in the anti-Japanese army when I was young, and the years when I galloped around the shopping mall to scold Fang Xuan. I seldom tell anyone about me and my wife. Old Man Jiang looked at the sunlight outside the window, his eyes were far away, and his thoughts were flying.

A quarter of an hour ago, Xin Xiaoyue contacted Old Man Jiang and said that she would come to see him immediately.

The old man immediately ordered Uncle Zhang to contact Xu Kang and ask what Lao Jiu was doing?

Xu Kang politely replied that Ningyuan Group and Splendid Culture should work together, and the senior management of both parties held a meeting in the conference room of the Fairview store.

"When does the meeting end?" Uncle Zhang asked anxiously.

"I'm afraid it's not clear. Both sides are large multinational groups, and it is difficult to say how far this will be when it will be necessary to cooperate and negotiate the points of interest. Xu Kang's tone was full of apologies.

Uncle Zhang came back and reported truthfully, and the old man angrily dropped a mobile phone.

Then, he paced back and forth and said, "I'll try to hold Xin Xiaoyue back, you can wait a while, and contact you every fifteen minutes." ”

Zhang Bo was dumbfounded, and then under the old man's glare, he exited the door.

Xin Xiaoyue came, and the old man hummed and chirped that he was old, and he didn't even have someone to talk to and chat.

"How so?" Xin Xiaoyue said in surprise.

"Xiaoyue, you can chat with me. I'm so old, I want to go out for a walk, and they're all like enemies, it's really boring, especially here. The old man said, to show that he was desperate for freedom.

Xin Xiaoyue nodded and sat on the sofa obediently.

Old Man Xin thought what to say?

The sun outside the window is shining, like the day I first met Ah Xiu. Therefore, Old Man Xin told Xin Xiaoyue about his late wife.

Thinking of Ah Xiu, a soft and warm smile appeared on the old man's face.

He told of their first encounter:

He said that at that time, New China had just been founded, and there was a scene of ruins waiting to be rebuilt everywhere, and the old leader asked him what would happen to the orphan of a martyr who was born and raised in the army of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

He wanted a change of scenery and peace of mind. So, at the age of teen, he left the army and was eventually assigned to Jincheng and went to the post office as a postman.

Every day, he rides his bicycle and wears a uniform through the streets and alleys that belong to his delivery area.

The sound of bicycle bells ringing bells resounded through the streets and alleys of Jincheng. At that time, he didn't think about doing anything big, and he didn't have any plans for life, so every day after work, he drank tea and chatted with people near his residence.

"Until that day, Jincheng was also like this weather, and it was also this season." The old man said slowly, his voice soft.

In the bright daylight, he rode his bicycle to deliver mail, and at the corner of the alley, he met Ah Xiu for the first time.

At that time, Ah Xiu was exactly sixteen years old, combing two jet-black braids, wearing a sky-blue cross-placket buttoned top, a long black skirt, straddled an army-green schoolbag, and walked safely in the sunlight with a few financial books translated by foreign translations.

It was a passing by, but he just felt that the surroundings were much brighter. Later, when he read more books, he named the scene: Soaring Waves.

From that glimpse, his life has changed dramatically.

From the school emblem on the girl's chest, he could tell that she was a student of Jincheng No. 1 Girls' Middle School.

He inquired around:

knows that her name is Wei Lingxiu, and ordinary people call her Ah Xiu. Although her family is poor, her ancestors are scholars. Moreover, Ah Xiu is not only good-looking, but also the one with the best grades in school.

For the first time in his life, he felt scared and inferior, and felt that he had read too little and was not worthy of Ah Xiu.

So, in addition to delivering mail at work, the rest of the time was spent studying. And he not only taught himself, but also went to the door to ask his beloved Ah Xiu for advice whenever he had the opportunity.

Ah Xiu was surprised, the teenagers who have never come to the door have expressed their love for her, where is there to humbly ask for advice?

Some people humbly ask for advice, and Ah Xiu is also willing to teach.

So, in the first two years of their acquaintance, the topic of conversation was always learning.

He has always thought: I have to study a lot in order to stand side by side with Ah Xiu and be worthy of her.

Therefore, in spite of his admiration, he never did anything but study.

Ah Xiu also only talked about studying, and after getting acquainted, he also formulated a study plan for him and provided him with books to study.

Later, Ah Xiu said that there was nothing to teach him, so he recommended him to his father. Her father's tireless learning attitude and down-to-earth and diligent study spirit completely touched her father.

Her father, Wei Jingxuan, was a foreigner, majoring in finance, and lived with her mother Sun in her early years. The Sun family has a family history, and Wei Jingxuan has cultivated an elegant atmosphere. Later, he abandoned his pen and joined the Anti-Japanese War, but unfortunately he was injured in the Anti-Japanese War and could only sit in a wheelchair.

However, Father Wei has never felt sorry for himself, and has been tirelessly learning and keenly observing the changes around him.

In this way, the young postman Jiang met Wei Jingxuan, the great mentor of life who would become his father-in-law in the future.

In the third year of Mr. Jiang's acquaintance with Ah Xiu, one day, she suddenly came to him and said that she was going to move and her family was going to Shanghai, and she came to say goodbye to him.

The sadness of the sudden parting made the two walk along the Jinjiang River for a long time.

Eventually, Ah Xiu broke the silence and asked, "Would you like to go with me?" ”

"What am I going to do?" He asked.

"Go study." Ah Xiu said loudly.

He didn't answer, but looked at the riverside for a long time, thinking that if he didn't go to Shanghai, he would have to be so far away from her, and he wouldn't be able to see her every day.

If you can't see each other every day, you really can't live.

So, he immediately agreed, and immediately went to the post office leader to resign.

At the time, it was not intended to drop a depth charge on the calm lake.

National position, such an iron rice bowl, I actually said that I don't want it.

The leader found several people to take turns to dissuade him, but his attitude was still very resolute. When the others saw that he couldn't pull back ten cows, they all shut up.

In this way, Mr. Jiang came to Shanghai, and under the guidance of his tutor, he entered the university.

After entering the university, I saw different scenery, met more people, and broadened my horizons.

He grew into a man of great excellence. Received her and her father's approval and praise. At the same time, it is also natural to harvest the love I want.

The old man sat on the sofa and recalled with a smile this part of his youthful spirits.

Although Xin Xiaoyue came with a purpose, she really liked to listen to the stories told by the old man.

So, she listened very quietly and patiently. Even because the old man studied hard in that paragraph, she saw herself who was trying hard to stand by Wang Xuan's side, and unconsciously, Xin Xiaoyue burst into tears and was envious.

While the old man was talking, he was actually looking at Xin Xiaoyue at the same time.

Except that she was very similar to her daughter, who died young, the old man could see in her face that it was all sincerity, seriousness, and the kind of quietness that emanated from within.

She was really patiently and attentively listening to the old man's rambling reminiscences of the past.

In this impetuous era, there are very few young people who can accompany an old man without arrogance or rashness and listen to this old man from the bottom of his heart.

What's more, this young man listened very emotionally, and tears unconsciously filled his eyes.

The old man felt more and more that Xin Xiaoyue was sensible and generous, and she was affectionate and righteous.

Old Man Jiang couldn't help but want to praise himself: Why is he so discerning?

He even thought very darkly: The first two deaths of Lao Jiu didn't seem to be so bad, otherwise, he wouldn't have met Xiaoyue so well.

Thinking of this, Old Man Jiang was happy, and thought: After fighting this old life and pulling this old face, I have to let Xin Xiaoyue be the granddaughter-in-law of his Jiang family.

The old man was thinking about his own calculations, thinking about why Lao Jiu's unfilial piety hadn't come yet?