Qin Guan was so shocked that his eyes filled with tears. Before going to bed, he called Cong Nianwei secretly and expressed his emotions and love for her. Cong Nianwei shouted at him angrily, "It’s two o’clock in the morning! What are you doing? Go to sleep!"
Yes, madam! Qin Guan bowed and went to bed.
Happy days always went by quickly. It was time for Qin Guan to return to college.
Before leaving, his grandma stuck jars of pickled duck eggs and radish into his luggage.
Old people were easy to satisfy. Their children’s appreciation of their homemade pickles was more than enough to please them.
From the bus, Qin Guan watched his grandparents, who were standing close to each other at the entrance of the village. His nose was running.
I will live this life as well as my last one. At least I’ll give you a great-grandson!
Then he forgot about his sentimentality and got lost in fantasies of Cong Nianwei and their future offspring.