When the drama comes

Fu Nanshang's grandma, Mrs. Jiang, Chu Shangqing, had met several times.

When Fu Nanshang failed for the first time and planned to start from scratch, the old lady once entered the location of their sweaty entrepreneurial team with a black velvet bag embellished with pearls.

"There is 30 in this card. Don't default on other people's wages. The ones who can help you with things now are the enthusiastic people who are willing to help you even when your luck is against the times. You must not let them become cold-hearted. What should be given to them , on time and according to the portion, there must be no less.”

Finding a bottle of mineral water and heating it up, Chu Shangqing brought it to the old lady. The thing that impressed me the most was the clothes the old lady was wearing at that time.

The cheongsam made of pure purple Luo has hand-embroidered butterflies on it, which complements the old lady's silver hair with a dignified atmosphere.

Mrs. Jiang is not rich. Before she retired, she was a college teacher teaching English grammar. Apart from her income from work, she only had a side job of translating foreign books.

Divorced for 40 years, the shares of the Fu Group that Fu Cheng worked so hard to compress, dilute, and differentiate to her are already very valuable, but she has never touched them.

Up to now, Mrs. Jiang still lives in the house allocated to her by the school before she retired. It is only an old-fashioned slab building of more than 70 square meters. She lives on the first floor and has a small yard outside. The weather is too cold and there are no red flowers and green trees. However, there are several stainless steel bowls containing cat food and several neat paper shells with towels inside, which seem to provide shelter for hungry and cold cats.

Today, the wind blowing at level seven in Beijing, the old lady was standing outside the door smiling and waiting for them in a goose yellow embroidered coat.

Seeing it from a distance, Chu Shangqing hurriedly quickened his pace, but was blocked by Fu Nanshang.

"If you walk too fast, she still has to worry about you falling and touching it. It's a matter of a few seconds. Don't worry."

The old lady had good ears and eyes, and she heard clearly. When Fu Nanshang came close, she raised her hand and nodded Fu Nanshang's forehead.

"It's so easy to get others to like you, how can you still be edgy when you talk and act?"

The tall man lowered his head slightly, with a smile on his face.

"Grandma Jiang."

Hearing Chu Shangqing call her, the old lady immediately smiled brightly, which looked a bit like Fu Nanshang's smirk when he looked closely.

"Chu Shangqing, Xiao Nan has a tendon and is always a little silly. Fortunately, he has a good eye and fell in love with you."

This sentence made the two young people feel at ease.

As Fu Nanshang's only close blood relative, Jiang Zhuoxi recognized Chu Shangqing.

The old lady did not live alone, she had a tall and strong aunt who was her nanny, and she smiled when she saw Chu Shangqing:

"Dr. Xiao Chu, I heard that you are coming. The old lady went to the vegetable market with me early in the morning and even cooked a piece of fish."

Seeing her, Chu Shangqing remembered that Fu Nanshang wanted to improve the old lady's living environment before, but the old lady was unwilling to leave the old house. The grandparents and grandchildren each took a step back, and Fu Nanshang redecorated the old lady's house and house Too old, almost rebuilt the heat preservation, heat insulation and waterproofing, Fu Nanshang arranged another nanny.

This aunt is from the Northeast. She used to work in a small restaurant with Chu Shangqing. She cooks well at home and is a neat person. Even though her face was injured in a fire at home, her work in the small restaurant was not smooth.

When he heard that he was looking for a nanny, Chu Shangqing thought of her.

Unexpectedly, she and Mrs. Jiang hit it off very well, and they have been doing it for seven or eight years.

"Dr. Xiao Chu" was what some people in the restaurant used to call her. In their eyes, a talented student from P University would definitely be a doctor.

"Aunt Song, long time no see."

"Okay, okay!" Aunt Song also smiled lovingly, and the hideous scar on her forehead was very gentle.

The small room is warm and simple, and a lot of space is left for all kinds of fabrics packed in transparent dust bags.

These are Jiang Zhuoxi's treasures for many years. She likes different fabrics, such as suzhou's satin, Nanjing's brocade, and Guangzhou's fragrant cloud yarn...all of which are her favourites. Apart from fabrics, she also likes to make clothes by herself. , not only likes to make cheongsams, but also likes to make A-line skirts and short coats. Now she is wearing a cotton coat that she made herself.

The old lady took off her coat and pulled Chu Shangqing to show off her latest collection.

"The brocade you picked out for my birthday last time was made into a dress. Would you like to see it? If you like it, I'll make one for you too. You see, I made the one on Xiao Song's body."

Aunt Song showed Chu Shangqing her silk gown with special cooperation, and went to serve the dishes again.

"It's pretty." Chu Shangqing said.

The silver-gray fabric is very capable, which fits Aunt Song's temperament very well.

She boasted sincerely.

Jiang Zhuoxi was even happier.

Aunt Song came out with the side dishes she had mixed. Seeing the two of them talking and laughing, she laughed too.

Fu Nanshang couldn't get in the conversation, and sat stupidly holding a volume of re-enacted Han brocade that his grandma had stuffed over at some point.

What Chu Shangqing said seemed to be... take her back to see grandma.

Why did he seem to be the only one who wasn't his own when he arrived at grandma's house?

"Xiao Nan, you said before that Xiao Chu has a bad stomach, should I stew the meat even more rotten?"

The professional scope suddenly appeared, and Fu Nanshang quickly raised his head and said, "Why don't I go to the kitchen to have a look."

"That's great." Aunt Song handed over the apron. "The old lady is getting old, and she always dislikes my cooking. Come and watch me cook. I can tell if it's salty or bland."

Chu Shangqing raised his head and saw Fu Nanshang briskly entering the kitchen.

"He has been like this since he was a child. Whenever he encounters happy things, he is so happy that he can't hide it. He still thinks that he is calm and relaxed."

It was Mrs. Jiang who was also watching her grandson.

Chu Shangqing lowered his eyes again.

"So, when I first went to your place, I knew he liked you. He was happy when you handed him a document."

This is what Jiang Zhuoxi thought about, what he should tell the young girl in front of him.

Chu Shangqing looked at her, smiled and said, "I like him too, very much."

Jiang Zhuoxi smiled: "It's good to like it. It's rare to have a lover in the world. People always pack their selfishness and weakness into love, but true love is still precious. It's always good to meet it. It's like winning the lottery, winning the lottery Some people always have a richer life than others.”

Speaking of love, her subtle coldness seems to be inconsistent with her usual image, but when you think of her life experience, it makes people feel that she is understandable.

A woman who has been tortured by marriage has lost her child again. Her emotional outlook is rebuilt on the ruins.

The old man's hand patted Chu Shangqing's hand lightly, as if he was entrusting it solemnly, but it was not entrusting his grandson, but a concept: "Love each other well, love yourself and this person, don't love love."

Chu Shangqing understood.

"Thank you." She said to the old man.

Glancing at the kitchen door, Chu Shangqing smiled, and when she looked at Jiang Zhuoxi again, she raised her hand to straighten her long hair on her forehead:

"Actually, I came here to explain my family background to you. I have plans to marry Fu Nanshang, because I know him and his family background very well, so I will explain the situation to you clearly and do it The transparency of information between the two sides is the basis of mutual trust."

"Okay." The old lady's already upright sitting posture was a little more upright, "Speak, I'll listen."

"I'm a half-orphan. When I was two years old, my father fled with 500 million yuan because of embezzlement of assets during the restructuring of the coal mining company, leaving me and my mother. My mother raised me until I was ten years old. My mother I fell ill and passed away. I was very lucky. I met a teacher named Fang Xueyao. She took care of me all the time. When I was 12 years old, my father came back. He had a car accident in another city and injured his leg. When he came back, he was penniless .In that year, he went to prison again and was sentenced to 1000 years because of his fraudulent extortion of 12 and [-] million.

Chu Shangqing always had a smile on his face: "These are all my personal information that can be found."

The old lady took Chu Shangqing's hand: "To be honest, I probably know all of this. Chu Shangqing, every time Xiao Nan talks about you, she is very proud. You have struggled to grow up and become a very good person. , you should be happy, and those who like you will be happy for you too."

Fu Nanshang came out with a plate of stuffed shrimps stuffed with zucchini, and saw his grandmother holding Chu Shangqing's hand, and Chu Shangqing was still smiling.

He put down the dishes with a stinky face.

"Grandma, you should let my girlfriend wash her hands and eat."

Mrs. Jiang pretended to be angry:

"Xiao Nan, did you break the vinegar bottle in the kitchen?"

Fu Nanshang returned to the kitchen with his head down.

Under the range hood in the kitchen, Aunt Song smiled when she saw him:

"We'll be eating right away, why don't you sit down first, Xiaonan?"

"Need not."

Fu Nanshang said: "Grandma has something to say to Chu Shangqing."

In the living room, the old lady picked up another piro, with white cranes embroidered on a black background.

"Modern people always think that we are red and green in ancient times. In fact, the ancients have never seen anything? What kind of contrasting colors, macarons, and Morandi are all played by the ancients. The clothes and skirts are white cranes on a black background, they are so beautiful, if you don’t mind, I will make them by myself now, and I will give you a gift when you get married, okay?”

Seeing the old lady's gentle expression, Chu Shangqing's heart sank.

She doesn't want her past to add uncertainty between herself and Fu Nanshang.

So instead of covering up and politely avoiding talking, she hopes to gain more mutual trust through communication.

The old man in front of her was so gentle that she was a little helpless, even afraid that she would be sad because of herself.

"Grandma Jiang, I still have something to say."

"Chu Shangqing." The old lady patted her on the shoulder lightly, "An older person, what haven't you seen?"

There is another meaning in these words.

Chu Shangqing heard it.

She looked up.

Still can only see the smile of the old man.

"Warriors who dare to face all the hardships in life should be respected, not questioned."

Jiang Zhuoxi compared the silk silk of the white crane with a black background to Chu Shangqing's lap.

"It's a good idea for the white crane to fly up to the blue sky."

Chu Shangqing was sure, Jiang Zhuoxi knew about it.

Maybe, Fu Nanshang, who was obediently in the kitchen without poking his head, also knew about it.

They all knew that Chu Shangqing personally reported his father and sent him to prison.

They also knew that she came today to hope for their peace of mind.

But in the end, they made her let go and put her at ease.

"Thank you." Feeling a little helpless, Chu Shangqing carefully pinched the soft fabric, "I like it very much, Baihe."

She also loves this first day of the new year.

Gentle joy in her heart, like a lot of bubbles.

Her good mood lasted until she came home.

There is a big box in front of the house.

Fu Nanshang patted: "I asked Song Qinya to make some toys, we can play together at home during the holidays."

Chu Shangqing, who worked hard since he was a child, naturally didn't play with children's toys very much. This is a New Year's gift that Fu Nanshang came up with.

"Some are quite complicated, and it will take a long time to play. We can study it."

2000 yuan puzzle can last a long time.

Thinking that he would see a puzzle or Lego, Fu Nanshang opened the box unpreparedly.

He froze.

Standing aside, Chu Shangqing frowned and looked at her boyfriend. She bent down and picked up a fluffy rabbit tail in the box.

"How long do you think this is enough for us?"

Men don't know anything.

He just wanted to get into the box by himself.