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Chapter 220 Memories (1)

"Che, you're late. You didn't even get to sit in the seat I saved for you."

Fifteen-year-old Jiang Yi was dressed in a theatrical costume, her headdress adorned with jewels that shone brightly. Her fair face and red lips added a touch of charm to her otherwise somewhat immature features.

Chi Ruiche gently tapped her tilted head. Her eyes were completely drawn to him. Every smile and gesture on the stage was a picture, but he was even more captivating when he was close to her.

"I switched with someone else to the second row you reserved."

Chi Ruiche hid his hands behind his back, secretly concealing his phone, afraid that his little secret would be discovered; it was full of photos he had taken.

"Did you take any pictures of me?"

Jiang looked around, wondering where Abu had gone, and told the others to make sure they came today.

"Abu just left. See you for dinner later." Chi Ruiche immediately changed the subject upon seeing this.

"Come on, come with me to remove my makeup." Jiang Yi naturally hooked her arm around Chi Ruiche's.

"I'll go and talk to Grandpa and the others."

"It's alright, they're busy catching up with their old comrades and don't have time to talk to us. We'll see them again when we eat later."

Chi Ruiche politely nodded in the direction of Grandpa Jiang and Youjun. Youjun didn't say anything but made a gesture towards Chi Ruiche and the others.

Several elderly people, some over seventy, with graying hair, were in good spirits and chatting happily.

"That must be the old squad leader's grandson. Not bad, he has the old squad leader's style when he was young."

Even in the simplest white striped shirt, old comrade-in-arms Wang Chunwu's military career has etched a unique character onto them.

"You, even in your old age, still know how to flatter me. Everyone knows that you, Wang Dadan, are arrogant and disrespectful to everyone."

Grandpa Chi's smile wasn't wide. At that time, he hadn't had eye surgery yet and didn't need sunglasses to cover his eyes, but his eyes still looked sharp.

Wang Chunwu shook his head and waved his hand, "You always tease me. You saved both Xiao Jiang and my lives. We admire you the most. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be where we are today."

The camaraderie between Grandpa Chi and Grandpa Jiang was forged during the days of war.

"Why don't you carry us off the battlefield? You dragged us all three days straight to the company's medical station."

From then on, Wang Chunwu followed Grandpa Chi closely, and even after Grandpa Chi retired from the army and went into business, he stood by his side without hesitation. It is said that he was the matchmaker for Grandpa Chi and Grandma Chi.

"You bring this up every time, aren't you tired of it?"

Grandpa Chi took a sip of tea and interrupted him, saying that old people tend to talk about the past.

"Should we make him drink three cups as punishment later?"

The comrades next to them clapped and cheered, like children who loved to watch the fun, their eyes shining with excitement, and they couldn't wait to burst into laughter.

"The one who just wore the costume is Xiao Jiang's granddaughter. She looks so beautiful. People would believe she's a girl in that outfit!" Wang Chunwu recalled that the good news he received back then was the birth of a grandson.

"At your age, you shouldn't call me Little Jiang." Grandpa Jiang turned his head away embarrassedly.

"Because you were the youngest and most educated in our class at the time."

"Hahaha."

“I have a little granddaughter. How about we get engaged? She’s beautiful and a good match for your son.” Comrade Chen Yongwen’s silver hair gleamed under the light.

“My son is quite mischievous and still young. Why don’t you ask the old squad leader?” Grandpa Jiang politely declined, his face relaxing.

"Don't laugh at me, but this guy brought his girlfriend back."

Grandpa Chi patted his old comrade's hand, "I remember your granddaughter is about the same age as Cheng Ling. Come over for a meal sometime."

"it is good."

“I’m telling you, arranged marriages aren’t common these days. You two should call it a day. Old Chen, I know you have a precious granddaughter, and you’re always showing off.”

Wang Chunwu pursed his lips, unsurprised that he always arrived early for their meetings.

They sat or stood, talking about something, gesturing excitedly as they spoke.

This bustling scene bears the marks of a glorious past.