I Became the Mother of His Child-Chapter 516: Look, Uncle
"Uncle, look! There are nine of us who dine together at our house—the second uncle and his wife, my dad and mom, as well as grandfather and grandmother. Grandmother said that in another month, I'll have a little brother or sister from auntie's belly to play with, and then I'll have company. After that, I won't be able to sit and eat with you anymore, Uncle; you'll be all alone. Just think about it! Even I won't be there to keep you company; you're going to be very pitiful." Little Jinzi expressed her concerns earnestly, her thoughts reaching far into the future.
The key thing is, the little girl doesn't really understand the principles she's talking about, but what she says makes sense. She has no idea what getting married means, but everyone in the family is paired up, and she's about to have a companion too. When that time comes and she doesn't have time to accompany her uncle, he'll be all on his own—won't that be so pitiful? What she says is impressively insightful, isn't it!
"Chengguang! Listen to what your niece is saying. Can't you show some initiative? Shi Yu grew up with you, and she's settled her life's big event already. You're not any worse off than her, are you? You have the looks and the education. Most importantly, as Shi Yu's direct boss, you hold a not-so-low position. Even the people under you have settled down, yet you remain single? Aren't you embarrassed? Also, do you know your grandfather hasn't been feeling well lately, and his days might be numbered? He's been hoping to see you get married and bring home a wife so he can lay eyes on her. You must not disappoint the old man's wish; otherwise, your sin will be great, you know?" Xu Xiuxiu spoke earnestly and solemnly, hoping to apply some pressure on Song Chengguang; otherwise this child would never take the matter of marriage seriously.
Father Song is old now and has long been confined to bed, reliant on others to take care of him. Although he's now infirm, he's still concerned about Song Chengguang's marital affairs. To the elderly man, a thirty-year-old grandson who's still unmarried is sure to cause him anxiety. Therefore, whenever Mrs. Song calls from their hometown, Father Song would lie in bed and raise his voice in reminder, "Has Chengguang found someone yet?"
What? No? How can there still be no one? Second daughter-in-law! Why aren't you worried? You're just going to let Chengguang remain single like this?
Repeated conversations went back and forth, and Xu Xiuxiu herself was already anxious. Under the pressure from Father Song and Mrs. Song, she felt even more anxious, hence the search for ways to pass this pressure onto Song Chengguang himself to resolve. But it must be said, Little Jinzi, his niece, was truly a godsend ally!
"Mom!" Song Chengguang insisted, Xu Xiuxiu had placed a heavy crown upon his head, one that he truly dared not wear.
"In any case, before you bring someone home, try to come back less. I really don't want to see a single dog wandering around the house," Xu Xiuxiu bluntly unsheathed her lethal sword and thrust it straight into Song Chengguang's heart.
Pfft—
Song Chengguang suffered a noble injury, clutching his chest and helplessly fleeing from home.
Being of age and unmarried while being pressured by parents to marry is quite a common occurrence in this era. Song Chengguang had never considered not getting married, but he wasn't in too much of a hurry either. His wish was to let things happen naturally; if he could meet the right woman, someone he wanted to walk through life with, he naturally would not be unwilling to marry. The real crux of the matter was, he hadn't yet met that someone he wanted to marry.
He thought that in a marriage, the union of two people relied not only on courage but also on the compatibility of souls.
In mid-September, Song Chengguang was on a mission, his tall figure and distinctive aura stood out even in ordinary clothes among the crowd on a regular green train. No matter how out of place he seemed in the noisy carriage, Song Chengguang had long been accustomed to various environments, so even when the young girl beside him scanned him with her eyes for a prolonged time, he remained indifferent.
"Hey, handsome…" Suddenly, a sweet female voice rang out, and at the same time, Song Chengguang felt the hem of his clothes being gently tugged by a small hand.
Song Chengguang turned his head slightly upon hearing the voice and saw the young woman in her twenties sitting next to him, now gazing at him with sparkling, spirited eyes!
"Can I help you?" Song Chengguang asked softly.
"Well, I just thought you look like a classmate from my sister's kindergarten! What's your name, handsome?" The young woman said with a smile, her lips curling up in an 'I'm telling the truth' expression.
"…" Song Chengguang, hearing this, felt a hint of embarrassment flash across his face. Kindergarten? That was two or three decades ago. Considering the young woman's age, she probably wasn't even born when he was in kindergarten. To use such an excuse to strike up a conversation—and to mention her sister, no less—was quite something.
"I'm not lying to you," the young woman repeated innocently, feeling aggrieved by Song Chengguang's obvious doubt, "My sister's name is Hao Xingxing, and I am Hao Yueliang. My sister is seven years older than me." Hao Yueliang added simply, "By the way, do you know my sister Hao Xingxing?" Her voice was full of hope as she spoke.
She truly believed that the man sitting next to her resembled the little boy in the photo treasured by her sister—so much so that no one was allowed to touch it. Even though the man before her was an adult and the boy in the photo was just a little kid, she could tell they had a similar overall look and vibe. That's why she couldn't help but ask; after all, stumbling upon someone who resembled the little boy in a photo so cherished by her sister, she couldn't bear to let this chance slip away. But her random inquiry was met with a look as if she was a fool, which was insulting.
"Hao Xingxing?" Song Chengguang furrowed his brows, as if the name tugged at some memory.
"Yes, yes? Do you know her? Hao Xingxing is my sister, born in the eighties, and she's really beautiful, but she's still single…" Hao Yueliang jumped to conclusions upon seeing Song Chengguang's hesitation, and her excitement grew even more.
"I might know her." This was the most uncertain sentence Song Chengguang had ever uttered since joining the army.
After all, too much time had passed, the young woman was quite young, and the person she had suddenly mentioned was someone who hadn't appeared in his memory for a long time. However, he had to admit, he had mostly forgotten his kindergarten classmates, but the memory of the little girl who used to cling to him was still vivid.
"I knew it!" Hao Yueliang clapped her hands excitedly, then grasped Song Chengguang's clothing hem with fervor: "So brother, are you Song Chengguang? If your name is also Song Chengguang, and you had a classmate named Hao Xingxing in kindergarten, then you must definitely be the one!"
