Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1261 Jiang Jianmin Returns Home

Jiang Cheng was stunned when asked this by his second grandfather, and then a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

He blinked mischievously, then said with a grin, "That's not the case, but I can ask my parents to give me brothers and sisters. Since you are all retired, you can take turns to take care of them and relieve your boredom."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yan's face turned red instantly, and she stared at Jiang Cheng with wide eyes.

Then, she raised her hand high up and slapped Jiang Cheng mercilessly, angrily scolding him, "You naughty boy, I think you are itching for trouble."

However, Jiang Cheng's words were like a flash of lightning that broke through the originally dull and depressing atmosphere.

In an instant, the whole scene seemed to be activated.

Even Jiang Chenghong, who had been frowning and looking gloomy, couldn't help but smile at this moment, and his mood suddenly became cheerful.

He looked at Jiang Cheng lovingly and said, "You and your mother standing together like this, you really look a bit like her. You really look like your mother. No wonder you are so handsome."

If this had happened under normal circumstances, Jiang Jianmin would have had to defend himself.

But now, his mind was full of how to face his father and he had no time to care about these jokes.

At this time, Jiang Jianmin's steps were slightly hesitant, as if every step was carrying a heavy burden.

Then, he slowly raised his foot and stepped into the door carefully.

But just as he took a step forward, for some unknown reason, his footsteps suddenly stopped as if he was cast under a spell.

He grasped the door frame tightly with both hands. Due to excessive force, the knuckles of his fingers had turned slightly white, as if he was about to crush the door frame in the next moment.

After several seconds, Jiang Jianmin took a deep breath, as if he had gathered all his courage, and stepped towards the door again.

Jiang Cheng followed them slowly through the winding, snake-like path.

From the moment he stepped into the yard, Jiang Jianmin's eyes had been looking at the huge yard.

His gaze swept across every blade of grass and every tree, not missing any corner, and his eyes were filled with thoughts of the past.

Finally, when he arrived in front of the lobby, a very familiar figure came into view.

In an instant, Jiang Jianmin's body trembled violently, and his originally hurried footsteps involuntarily paused.

Jiang Jianmin's eyes were like two bolts of lightning, shooting straight in the direction of his great-grandfather.

When their eyes met, time seemed to freeze, and he was stunned as if struck by lightning.

The great-grandfather in front of him was no longer the same as he remembered.

The hair that was once jet black and shiny has now turned as white as snow.

The years have mercilessly left deep, shallow, criss-crossing marks on that weather-beaten face, and every wrinkle tells of the vicissitudes and hardships of life.

Especially on the forehead, it is covered with dense wrinkles, like cracks on dry land.

The figure that once had a straight spine and a heroic appearance is now slightly bent.

Seeing such a great-grandfather, Jiang Jianmin's heart was filled with emotions, and an indescribable feeling of sourness instantly surged into his heart and rushed straight to his nose.

He tried hard to suppress his inner excitement and shouted with a slightly hoarse voice: "Dad..."

Hearing the shout, the grandfather's body trembled noticeably, and a look of disbelief flashed across his face.

However, just a moment later, his eyes quickly turned red and tears welled up in them, as if they would burst out at any time.

His lips trembled slightly, he wanted to respond but didn't know where to start.

That familiar yet unfamiliar call was like a sledgehammer hitting his heart hard, causing a thousand waves.

At this moment, the great grandfather's heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

How he wished he could rush out immediately, hug Jiang Jianmin tightly in his arms, and feel the long-lost warmth of family love.

However, what kept flashing through his mind were the fierce quarrels between the two over the past decade, as well as those stubborn and long cold wars.

These memories are like invisible ravines, running deep between the hearts of the father and son.

His steps became so heavy as if they were nailed down and he couldn't move forward at all.

I was afraid that if I said something inappropriate again, I would lose it all again.

The three people behind him didn't say anything.

Li Yanjing stood aside, witnessing this moving scene.

Her eyes gradually turned red, and crystal tears rolled in her eye sockets, finally unable to bear the burden and quietly slid down her cheeks.

After a short pause, Li Yan took a deep breath and shouted, "Dad, we are back."

Although the sound was not loud, it was particularly clear in the silence.

After a few seconds, the grandfather's cracked lips began to tremble slightly.

His voice became unusually low and hoarse due to excitement and sobbing, and was mixed with a strong nasal sound, as if every word was squeezed out from the depths of his throat with difficulty: "It's good to come back... It's good to come back..."

At this moment, Jiang Jianmin and his great-grandfather's eyes met.

In an instant, the air around seemed to solidify into substance and everything was still.

Only their two affectionate gazes intertwined and collided in the air, telling of years of longing, concern and unspeakable hardships.

The two of them just stared at each other silently, and thousands of words were expressed in this silent gaze.

Those words that have never been spoken now turn into warm electric currents, transmitted through the eyes to the softest corner of each other's heart.

The emotions surging in Jiang Jianmin's heart were like a flood that could no longer be contained.

He took a sudden step forward, rushed towards his great-grandfather, then opened his arms and hugged him tightly.

The moment their bodies touched, all the long-pent-up emotions burst out like a volcanic eruption.

Jiang Jianmin's chest heaved violently and his breathing suddenly stopped.

Then, the tears in his eyes rolled down uncontrollably like beads from a broken string, wetting the clothes on his great-grandfather's shoulders.

"Dad, I'm back!" Jiang Jianmin repeated this sentence over and over again.

Every time he spoke, his voice became more trembling, and the endless yearning and guilt contained in it became stronger and stronger...

Seeing that the great grandfather was too excited, Jiang Chenghong said worriedly: "Brother, don't cry. You should be happy that the children are back."

After he finished speaking, Second Grandpa waved to everyone with a smile on his face and greeted them warmly.

"Don't just stand there. I know you guys are coming back. I've been preparing for the whole day. The pot is ready. Come in. It's warm in there."

When Jiang Cheng heard this, he immediately showed a look of relish, smacking his lips and said, "Really? Recently, when I go back home, I think about the delicious food at grandpa's place every day. Now I'm hungry."

As soon as he finished speaking, the great grandfather couldn't wait to stride forward, with a big smile on his face, and held Jiang Cheng's hands tightly.

He said affectionately, "Oh, my dear grandson, I remember all your favorite foods and have prepared them all."