Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 9 Countryside

Today is the weekend.

No need to go to kindergarten.

Song Huan originally planned to sleep until the end of time to catch up on all the sleep she missed this week.

But at 7:30, Mom appeared at my bedside right on time.

"Get up and get dressed."

Knowing she was powerless to resist, Song Huan could only submit, squinting her eyes and pulling the blanket over her head.

"It's the weekend today."

"I know it's the weekend," Zhang Xuejuan said, pulling back the covers. "It's Grandpa's 60th birthday today, you have to go."

Song Huan was stunned for two seconds before her mind slowly cleared.

grandfather.

Sixtieth birthday.

His movements paused for a moment.

In his previous life, his grandfather passed away when he was twenty years old.

Lung cancer.

It was already in the late stage when it was discovered, and from diagnosis to death, it was less than three months.

He remembered his grandfather in the hospital bed, covered in tubes, so thin he was skin and bones, holding his hand, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

"Huanhuan... Grandpa never got to see you get married in his life... what a pity..."

He was a sophomore in college at the time and didn't even have a girlfriend.

They didn't end up getting married.

He was over thirty and still single.

He took out a loan to buy a motorhome and was preparing to get married and live the kind of life where "the kids cry and the wife yells".

Then I was reborn.

Song Huan sat on the bed, staring blankly out the window.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Zhang Xuejuan threw the clothes over. "Hurry up and put them on, your dad's waiting downstairs."

Song Huan snapped out of her daze, picked up her clothes, and started putting them on.

grandfather.

Seventeen years to go.

He paused for a moment while putting on his clothes.

In this life, can we let Grandpa live a little longer?

……

After taking a bus and walking along a dirt road, we finally arrived.

Song Huan was carried off the car by Zhang Xuejuan. The moment her feet touched the ground, she was stunned by the scene before her.

As far as the eye can see, there are sugarcane fields everywhere.

The sugarcane leaves are lush and green, stretching as far as the eye can see. When the wind blows, the sugarcane leaves rustle and sound like a green sea.

Song Huan stood on the edge of the field and watched for a long time.

He remembered this land.

I returned here once during the Qingming Festival when I was in my thirties in my previous life. At that time, factories had been built here, with tall chimneys emitting white smoke. The village had also been demolished, and people had moved to resettlement housing in the town.

My grandparents passed away a long time ago.

He stood at the factory gate for a long time, and then left.

He never came back.

The land is still green now.

The village is still there, the houses are still the same old houses, and the air is filled with the scent of soil and sugarcane.

Song Huan took a deep breath.

very nice.

"Huanhuan!"

A shout pulled him back from his memories.

He looked up and saw a group of people surging in from the village entrance.

The one leading the way was an elderly woman with gray hair, who ran faster than anyone else.

"Oh, my dear grandson!"

Grandma picked him up and smiled, her wrinkles crinkling into a wide grin.

"I miss Grandma so much! Let Grandma see you. Oh my, you've lost weight! You've lost weight!"

Song Huan: "..."

Grandma, I weighed myself yesterday, and I've gained two pounds.

But he didn't say it, because he was immediately surrounded by a group of relatives.

"Huanhuan has grown so much!"

"Wow, those big eyes, they look just like his mom's!"

"Come here, let your grandma pinch your cheeks, they're so soft!"

Song Huan's face was pinched, and he stood there expressionless, like a little piglet waiting to be slaughtered.

Watching from the side, Song Wentao couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, alright, stop teasing him. He's in kindergarten now, he's a big kid."

"Oh! You're in kindergarten already?" one of my older cousins ​​exclaimed excitedly. "Then you can recite poems now, right? Come on, recite one for me!"

"Yes, yes, carry one!"

"Moonlight shines before my bed!"

A group of people started making a fuss.

Song Huan: "..."

Why should my soul, in its thirties, be reciting poetry here?

Fortunately, Grandpa arrived just in time.

"Alright, alright, don't make things difficult for the child." Grandpa squeezed through the crowd, holding a slice of watermelon. "Here, Huanhuan, have some watermelon."

Song Huan took the watermelon. She had been thirsty after the long journey and couldn't resist the big watermelon.

I took a bite.

sweet.

so sweet.

Grandpa stood beside him watching him eat, his eyes narrowing into slits with laughter.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, there's more if you want more." Grandma stroked Song Huan's head from the side, her face full of love.

While eating watermelon, Song Huan secretly peeked at her grandfather.

Most of his hair has turned white, and the wrinkles on his face are deeper than I remember, but he still seems to be in good spirits.

Just ...

cough.

I coughed twice as I walked over.

Song Huan lowered her head and continued eating the watermelon without saying a word.

Several women from the village gathered around, looking at Song Huan and praising her all at once.

"Look at those big eyes, she'll definitely be beautiful when she grows up."

"This child looks like his father, but is more delicate-looking than his father was when he was a child."

"Wentao was quite mischievous when he was little, but this kid looks well-behaved."

Grandma was overjoyed when she heard this.

After sitting with her eldest grandson and the women for a while, the grandmother couldn't stay still.

"I'm going to the field to weed." She stood up and patted the dirt off her clothes.

A woman nearby advised her, "Oh dear, it's your husband's birthday today, why are you still going to work?"

"Since we're just idling around anyway," Grandma waved her hand, "we'll go for a walk in the fields and get some exercise."

Song Huan immediately put down the watermelon and followed.

"Grandma, I want to go too."

Grandma looked down at him and smiled: "Where are you going? It's sunny in the fields. You stay home."

Song Huan wouldn't listen and held onto her clothes tightly.

Grandma had no choice but to take him with her.

An old man and a child walked on the ridge of the field.

The sun hadn't risen directly overhead yet, and the cool breeze felt very comfortable on my skin.

Grandma was bending over weeding in the field, and Song Huan squatted down beside her watching.

He tried to help pull out two branches, and when his grandmother saw this, she quickly ran over and pulled him under the shade of the tree.

"Don't move, what if you get sunburned?"

Song Huan wasn't actually there to work; she just wanted to annoy her grandmother and make her go home early.

But his grandmother wouldn't let him move, so he could only squat under the shade of the tree and watch his grandmother working alone in the field.

Grandma moves very slowly; she bends over for a while and then straightens up to massage her back.

Looking at her hunched back, Song Huan suddenly remembered her past life.

Grandma passed away three years after Grandpa.

He passed away suddenly from a cerebral hemorrhage; he couldn't make it to the hospital.

He was at work at the time, and when he received the call, he rushed back, but he didn't even get to see her one last time.

Song Huan lowered her head and watched the ants crawling around on the ground.

In this life...

We should let them live a few more years.

……

In the evening, three large tables were set up in the courtyard.

The relatives filled the room, and the children crawled around under the table, creating a lively atmosphere.

Grandpa sat in the main seat, wearing a new outfit, with a big smile on his face.

Halfway through the meal, they took turns offering their blessings to Grandpa.

This is the village rule.

First, several adults stood up, said a few auspicious words, and offered a toast.

Then there are the children.

The older children went up first and said, "May Grandpa live to be a hundred years old" and "May Grandpa be in good health." Grandpa was delighted to hear this, took out red envelopes from his pocket, and gave one to each child.

When it was Song Huan's turn, the entire room fell silent.

Everyone was looking at this youngest grandson.

At the age when they've just started kindergarten and can't even speak properly, what can they possibly say?

Song Huan stood up.

He looked at his grandfather, at the cigarette in his grandfather's hand, and at the way his grandfather coughed from time to time.

"grandfather."

He spoke.

"You should smoke less."

The entire audience was stunned.

"If you keep smoking, your body won't be able to take it."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Grandpa's cigarette stopped in mid-air, and the smile on his face froze.

Grandma, who was standing nearby, reacted the fastest, snatching the cigarettes from Grandpa's hand and shoving them hard into the ashtray.

"Did you hear that! Even your grandson is more sensible than you!"

Grandpa stared blankly at the extinguished cigarette, then stared blankly at Song Huan.

"What...what did you say?"

Song Huan looked at him and said seriously, "You're coughing."

Grandpa opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Several adults nearby immediately began to smooth things over.

Song Wentao and Zhang Xuejuan, the parents, were extremely nervous.

"Children speak without thinking..."

"Grandpa, Huanhuan is just worried about you..."

"Alright, alright, let's continue eating..."

But Grandpa didn't move.

He looked at Song Huan for a long time.

Then he laughed.

That kind of laughter wasn't the perfunctory laughter we used to give; it was genuine laughter.

He stood up, walked over, and picked Song Huan up.

"Okay," he said, "I'll listen to my grandson."

Song Huan was held in her grandfather's arms, smelling the faint scent of tobacco on him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He recalled his past life, where his grandfather lay on his sickbed, holding his hand, and said, "My biggest regret in this life is not seeing you get married."

Grandpa could no longer smoke at that time.

Because the lungs are failing.

Song Huan buried her face in her grandfather's shoulder and whispered, "Grandpa, you will live a very, very long time."

Grandpa paused for a moment, then hugged him tightly.

"Okay, live a very, very long time and watch our Huanhuan get married."

Song Huan didn't say anything.

Because he had heard his grandfather's heartfelt wish: that he truly wanted to quit smoking.

……

Late at night.

Song Huan lay on her bed in her hometown, listening to the chirping of insects outside the window.

Grandma was asleep next to me, snoring softly.

He can't sleep.

He remembered what happened during the day, and the warmth of his grandfather's hands when he held him.

Then he suddenly remembered someone else.

Xiao Yunqing.

I wonder what that girl is doing today.

Will I miss him?

Did you prepare milk for him again?

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel excited.

I'll be able to see her again on Monday.

My boring kindergarten life seems to have a little fun only because of her.

He pulled the blanket up a little higher and closed his eyes.

The moonlight shone in through the window and fell on the pillow.

good night.