Jiang Xianrou pushed his wheelchair towards the living room and answered his question generously: "The school organizes independent admissions examinations. I am a member of the student union. I go to the school to help and look after the students who come down for the examinations."
"Oh, it's another year of independent enrollment." Mr. Jiang leaned on the armrest of his wheelchair and said with emotion: "Time flies so fast, I still remember the year you independently enrolled and entered Tsinghua University..."
At this moment, Jiang Zongnan and Tang Wanru came over with cooked dishes. After hearing his words, they happily interjected: "Dad, that was three years ago. Xianrou is almost a junior. Have you forgotten? You
I even went to hold a parent-teacher conference for Xianrou before."
Mr. Jiang recalled that he seemed to have been to Tsinghua University last year, but instead of holding an ordinary parent-teacher meeting for Jiang Xianrou, he was in the audience as a parent to witness that Jiang Xianrou won the honorary title of an outstanding student of Tsinghua University.
Thinking of this, he saw Jiang Xianrou's eyes becoming softer and more loving, and was about to ask her what she planned to do after graduation.
Suddenly I heard it.
"Speaking of independent enrollment, grandpa, I met someone in Beijing today." Jiang Xianrou pushed him to the dining table and came over with a troubled expression: "I don't know whether I should tell you or not."
Seeing her expression, the kindness on Mr. Jiang's face gradually faded. He looked at her with his cloudy but energetic eyes, and his tone became much calmer: "You can think about it carefully before speaking."
As soon as Tang Wanru saw the old man's cold tone, she knew that Jiang Xianrou had done something wrong and made the old man unhappy.
She put down her bowls and chopsticks and was busy trying to smooth things over. She gave Jiang Xianrou a look and said, "Xianrou, what are you doing? We are all a family. If you have anything to say, just tell grandpa directly. If there is anything you don't know what to do,
Shouldn’t have said that!”
Jiang Xianrou met her mother's gaze and immediately reacted, bending down and holding Mr. Jiang's arm to act coquettishly: "Grandpa, don't be angry, I didn't mean that. I was just worried about your health, so I hesitated."
In fact, Mr. Jiang was not too angry. It was just a trivial matter. Jiang Xianrou was his granddaughter. He had lived a long time and was not angry with his granddaughter just for a word. He immediately patted the back of her hand and comforted her silently: "
Just tell me, there’s nothing hard to say, I won’t be angry.”
Jiang Xianrou: "Grandpa, are you really not angry?"
Mr. Jiang frowned, his dark eyes were focused, and he couldn't understand why she had to emphasize that she would be angry again and again.
How big of a thing could there be for him to be angry about?
Seeing that the preparation was pretty much done, Jiang Xianrou hesitated and said hesitantly: "I met someone today."
If she wasn't so vague, she wouldn't be that interesting.
The more she behaves like this, the more everyone cares about her.
Even Jiang Zongnan asked in a deep voice: "Who did you meet?"
Jiang Xianrou scanned the crowd and said her name: "Qiao Nian."
Mr. Jiang had the biggest reaction. He changed from Shu Lang's calm demeanor just now, and showed surprise and concern on his slender face. He grabbed the sides of the wheelchair and almost stood up. He asked like a barrage: "Where did you meet Nian Nian?"
She came to Beijing? Why didn't you tell me? When you saw her, she was alone? Where is Jiang Li, not with her? "
The more Mr. Jiang talked, the more worried he became. He frowned and muttered: "I've been in poor health recently, and you always don't let me fly."
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