Don’t be a licking dog when you are reborn.

Chapter 311: Calling "Grandpa"

Yuanyuan?

A name that Monsoon had never heard of before.

Is this a warm nickname?
Why does she look a little surprised?
No matter what, the name Yuanyuan is associated with cuteness and sweetness.

Thinking about how adorable Wen Nuan was when she was a child, well, it makes sense. But in the current emotional environment, it is really inappropriate to discuss the issue of nicknames.

Wen Nuan turned around and was a little flustered.

There were many things that made her panic, including the almost blurry impression of the person in front of her, the old voice, and the familiar "Yuanyuan".

How should I describe the old man in front of me...

At 73 years old, it’s not really that old.

But his skinny face was full of wrinkles, especially the wrinkles on his forehead, which were very obvious.

It's like the vicissitudes of life have forged a weathered body.

The blue-gray sweatshirt soaked his upper body. He was not hunched, but looked extremely old.

His skin was dark, and it was obvious that he had gotten his skin tanned from working in the fields frequently.

But those bright eyes were staring at warmth, full of tenderness and kindness, filled with ups and downs and stories.

He does look old, but he looks surprisingly energetic!
"Is it Yuanyuan?" the old man asked again.

The initial surprise at the warmth and the arrival of the monsoon had faded, and by now, had turned into complete joy.

But Wen Nuan couldn't accept it for a while. She couldn't accept the passing of all these years, and she couldn't accept herself who was just remembering all this now.

"I……"

Wen Nuan still didn't call out "Grandpa", nor did she rush up to hug and recognize relatives she hadn't seen for many years like in TV dramas.

The autistic girl has always been a very introverted person. She treats relationships very seriously and cautiously.

That's why she gave Ji Feng 100% of her love.

Now, facing this sudden increase in relatives, Wen Nuan still needs time and space to get to know each other.

"Hmm." After holding it in for a long time, Wen Nuan finally uttered this word.

Then she nodded and did nothing else.

Even Ji Feng couldn't stand such behavior, but he would never force Wen Nuan to do anything. At this time, not interfering with her choices and ideas is the best support.

When Grandpa Wen heard the warm "hmm" sound, he could no longer suppress the joy on his face.

He was very reserved, and not as familiar, proud, or flamboyant as most rural old men.

Like an ordinary student, he touched his head at first, somewhat at a loss, to ease his embarrassment, and then, as if trying to find something to say, he smiled and spoke to Ji Feng and Wen Nuan:
"Wait a moment, you two. I'll go get something. Oh, and by the way, is it too hot in here? I'll turn on the fan for you."

After saying that, he left the slightly empty living room under the gaze of Monsoon and Wen Nuan.

The green fan that Grandpa Wen turned on was humming and shaking quite violently.

The noise is also quite loud, especially when the fan rotates to a certain angle, it even makes a strange "ang ang ang" sound.

It seems that this fan is quite old.

When there was no one in the room, Wen Nuan turned to look at Ji Feng:

"Ji Feng, shouldn't I have been so cold just now? I, I... don't know what to do."

At this time, Ji Feng gently held Wen Nuan's fingers and waved his hand:
"It's okay. Grandpa is very happy. As for the rest, just let it go naturally..."

When Wen Nuan heard Ji Feng's words, her originally stiff expression relaxed a little.

She still didn't know what she should do, but she had decided that she could no longer ignore her grandfather like she had just done.

As soon as this thought came to my mind, Grandpa Wen walked in hurriedly.

In his hand he held a large lotus leaf, which was filled with freshly washed mulberries and peeled pomegranate seeds.

The old fingers hid under the lotus leaves and awkwardly reached out to the warmth.

"Yuanyuan, here you go."

Wen Nuan opened her mouth, but quickly closed it.

Faced with this scene, she bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from crying out loud.

The memory of the dead suddenly began to attack her.

Grandpa dug taro from the field for her, handed her bright red pomegranates and black mulberries, killed the rooster that pecked at her, and took out the wedding candies that were scattered every time someone in the village got married.

Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa!

There seem to be many images of grandpa, but they are all too blurry.

After her father left, she wanted to find her grandfather, but she didn't know the way to his house, so she could only sit on a stone at the entrance of the alley and wait.

But after waiting for a long, long time, grandpa never came to see her again.

When she was a child, she would hear her mother say every day that her father didn’t want her anymore, and her grandfather didn’t want her anymore.

She didn't understand anything at that time and just thought that her father and grandfather really didn't want her anymore.

She thought so herself.

If grandpa didn't want her anymore, why didn't he come to find her?

When sweet memories turn into pain, the subconscious mind will choose to forget them.

She had forgotten her grandfather until today, when she consciously remembered him.

"Grandpa!" Wen Nuan suddenly called out.

Wen Changjun was stunned, but did not respond. He just avoided Wen Nuan's gaze, revealing a bit of shyness that did not belong to this era.

Head down:
"Eat it quickly, it's delicious. You loved it when you were a kid."

Wen Nuan nodded vigorously, then grabbed a handful of pomegranate seeds and stuffed them into her mouth, just like when she was a child.

Then he smiled foolishly in front of Wen Changjun.

This scene made Ji Feng a little stunned.

Because this is the smart Wen Xiaonuan, who has never shown this before.

She is aloof and keeps strangers away in front of outsiders, but gentle and sweet in front of herself. But no matter what state she is in, intelligence is her hallmark.

But Wen Nuan has never been in this kind of naive state where he doesn't need to use his brain at all.

Wen Nuan had eaten half of it when Wen Changjun suddenly looked at Ji Feng:

"Little He, you eat too!"

Little him?

This name, uh...

Ji Feng scratched his head awkwardly, and then heard Wen Nuan explain:
"Grandpa, his name is Ji Feng, he is my husband, um, my husband, we are husband and wife, legally, with a marriage certificate."

Wen Nuan explained a lot because she was afraid that grandpa would misunderstand.

She did not hide her thoughts about her relationship with Ji Feng, but after she spoke it out, she looked at Wen Changjun with a hint of expectation.

It seems that he hopes to get his grandfather's approval.

When Wen Changjun heard that his granddaughter was already married, he was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Ji Feng, and a smile immediately appeared on his face:
"Okay, okay, Xiaoji is doing well. Yuanyuan, I didn't expect you to have a family..."

"Well, we were classmates in high school and college, and we got married right after graduation."

Afraid that Wen Changjun would disagree, Wen Nuan wanted to continue explaining her relationship with Ji Feng.

But Wen Changjun just waved his hand gently, and his tone was unexpectedly open-minded:
"You don't have to explain in a hurry. Grandpa can see that Xiaoji takes good care of you. It's better than anything else if you two are doing well."

warmth:……

After the initial release of emotions, Wen Nuan fell into confusion again.

She didn't know what she should say to Wen Changjun at this time. She just didn't understand rural affairs and didn't know how to handle the relationships between relatives.

My childhood dependence and clinging to my grandfather have long since disappeared with the passage of time.

At this moment, Wen Nuan suddenly felt a little sad because she didn't know how to express her feelings.

"grandfather……"

She could only hold Wen Changjun's hand while choking with sobs, but the roughness of his fingertips made her feel even more uncomfortable.

I couldn't even say the last sentence, "How are you doing?" This appearance, this house, this living environment, and the money I sent over the years.

How can I live a good life?

Feeling that Wen Nuan was unable to calm down and couldn't even speak properly, Ji Feng had no choice but to intervene:

"Wen Nuan, let Grandpa sit down and talk!"

"Um, okay." Wen Nuan nodded immediately after hearing that.

Ji Feng was much more familiar with the ways of the world than she was, so it was better to listen to Ji Feng at a time like this.

Holding Wen Changjun's hand, Wen Nuan wanted to find a place to sit down.

But she found that there was a layer of dust on the chair.

Grandpa Wen also realized this problem, and he immediately broke free from Wen Nuan's fingers, his rough calluses even hurting Wen Nuan's palm.

"Don't worry, I'll bring some benches over."

Soon, Grandpa Wen brought a few small stools.

This is a four-corner stool that is very common in rural areas.

The three of them sat down on the stools and began to chat idly.

Wen Nuan didn’t know how to start talking, so most of the time, it was Ji Feng who helped her start talking.

He could guess most of what Wen Nuan was thinking, so he could roughly imagine what Wen Nuan wanted to ask.

"Grandpa, do you smoke?" Ji Feng asked, but he actually handed the cigarette over directly.

"Smoke a little, not much..."

Wen Changjun didn't refuse and picked it up directly, then he saw Ji Feng took the initiative to light it for him.

Grandpa Wen seemed to have not had someone light his cigarette for him for a long time, and he smiled a little embarrassedly.

Still so shy.

This shy look made Ji Feng feel a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

"Grandpa, do you still work in the fields?"

"Well, there's a lot of land, about ten acres, and I finished it all by myself." Grandpa Wen's expression was a little proud, as if he was talking about something very remarkable.

Maybe, it is really amazing.

But the harder he tried, the more difficult it was, and the more uncomfortable his warm heart felt.

"It must be very hard for one person to do so much work."

"It's not hard, just a little tiring during the busy farming season. Usually I just stay at home and read books, so I have a lot of free time."

Reading?

Ji Feng frowned.

Wen Changjun immediately noticed his surprised expression and stood up:
"Don't disbelieve me, I've read a lot of books. Come on, come on, both of you."

As he said that, he pulled Ji Feng and Wen Nuan into the house.

In front of an old solid wooden bookshelf.

There are many books on it, all kinds of books, from world classics to National Geographic and Mao's Selected Works.

Seeing these books, Ji Feng suddenly realized what that strange feeling he had felt from Wen Changjun before was.

culture.

Grandpa Wen is over 70 years old, but he speaks clearly and has a smart mind.

There are indeed many old-fashioned aspects and habits in his style, but the way he speaks gives people a different feeling from that of an ordinary rural old man.

Intellectual?

"So many books? This is so rare. Wasn't grandpa a farmer before?" Ji Feng asked seemingly unintentionally, but actually intentionally.

But when Grandpa Wen heard this question, his smiling face suddenly froze.

But soon, he adjusted his expression and waved his hand casually:

"Those who were sent down here a few years ago are all things of the past."

"See, I told you, you can tell at a glance that grandpa used to be an intellectual." Ji Feng praised.

Wen Nuan didn’t know what the meaning of what Ji Feng said was, but she felt that when Ji Feng said that Grandpa was an intellectual, the smile on Grandpa’s face became more intense.

So, she mustered up her courage and nodded in agreement at this time:

“Grandpa is awesome!”

"Hey, it's not as amazing as you say, but when I was in college... Well, let me show you something."

Hearing his granddaughter praising him, Old Man Wen could no longer hide the smile on his face. He once again couldn't help but stand up and start searching through his cabinet.

A few electrical certificates and some old medals.

However, compared to those certificates, Grandpa Wen seemed to care more about his medals.

"When my grandfather was young, he was also an advanced intellectual and had many medals, but they were later taken away. I managed to get them back with great difficulty, but I lost a few of them."

When Wen Nuan and Ji Feng saw those certificates, their expressions were slightly shocked!

Universities in that era? No need to ask which university it was, as long as it was a university, it was full of top intellectuals.

Was he demoted just like that?
This……

"Grandpa, when you were young... you were really amazing." Ji Feng praised again.

Wen Nuan also nodded continuously.

Wen Changjun just waved his hand:
"My situation was nothing. At that time, as long as you were willing to learn, you could still have a career. Besides, I received a good education.

Yuanyuan's father is really amazing. In his time, it was not easy to settle down and study hard in such a rural environment.

He was the one who relied on his own real ability to get into university through exams, and climbed up the city step by step."

Daddy...

Wen Nuan's thoughts were a little dazed, while Ji Feng was slightly dazed.

No wonder, no wonder Wen Nuan is so good at studying.

It turns out that the family's gene for studying has been excellent since my grandfather's generation...

Just by mentioning Father Wen, Grandpa Wen's originally bright eyes suddenly dimmed, and the scene went from being lively just now to silent.

For Grandpa Wen, Dad Wen’s marriage to Wang Yaqin was not a good choice.

The most painful thing in the world is to see the young die before the old.

Wen Changjun watched his son pass away, then watched his wife die of excessive grief, and he did not see his only granddaughter for more than ten or twenty years.

For him, this world is too bitter and there is no sweetness at all.

Especially for Kochi.

The difference in cognition and environment, as well as the feeling of powerlessness in struggling in the mud, can all lead people to be imprisoned.

But he never gave up, perhaps because he still had that little thought about "Yuanyuan" in his heart.

The money I send every month is not only for my missing my only relative.

Perhaps, it is also his spiritual sustenance for continuing to survive.

Wen Nuan didn't want to think about these things, because she would feel sad when she thought about them, and when she felt sad, she would want to cry...

Crying sadly.

In recent years, there are not many things that can make her feel sad.

But today, it seemed that everything her grandfather experienced made her feel sad.

She didn't want to go on like this and didn't want her grandfather to stay in this place any longer.

He didn't know how many years he had left, and Wen Nuan wanted to fulfill his filial duties.

It might be too late to do these things now, but she felt that at least it was better than doing nothing.

So, Wen Nuan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke:
"Grandpa, please come with us."

(End of this chapter)