Chapter 135 Grandma Li Yulan

Chapter 135 Grandma Li Yulan

After leaving Wang Yongshun's house, Wang Xiaocui and Su An both let out a long sigh of relief.

The mother and her two children took a different path, and Wang Xiaocui continued to boast all the way home.

When they got home, they picked up the gifts prepared for their uncle and grandma and headed to their uncle's house.

When Su An and the others arrived, Aunt Zhang Shuangshuang was pouring boiling water into a basin by the door, where a freshly slaughtered duck was placed.

"Auntie~"

Upon hearing the call, Zhang Shuangshuang quickly looked up and responded, "You're here! Come on in, your grandma has been talking about you non-stop."

As soon as Zhang Shuangshuang finished speaking, Su Ping had already dashed ahead into the house.

Inside, hearing the noise, Li Yulan quickly came out to greet them. She excitedly hugged Su Ping upon seeing him, "Ping Ping, you little rascal, you finally came back to see your grandma."

Li Yulan's voice was choked with emotion. The little baby she once held in her arms was now a head taller than her, and she had to look up to see his face.

Su Ping hugged his grandma tightly, he said in a muffled voice, "Grandma, I missed you so much. I often dreamt of you waiting for me under the jujube tree. Several times I dreamt that you told me the persimmons were ripe and if I didn't come soon, they would be gone."

These words brought tears to Li Yulan's eyes and also made Wang Xiaocui and Su An tear up.

When Wang Xiaocui gave birth to Su Ping, her younger siblings were not yet married, and there were no grandchildren. Su Jianjun, a sent-down youth, had no relatives here, so from the delivery to the postpartum care and helping with the baby, everything was handled by Li Yulan.

Later, when Su Jianjun and Wang Xiaocui went to work, Su Ping was mostly left with his grandma.

Moreover, Su Ping was a smart and adorable child, but later he suffered brain damage, which made Li Yulan even more affectionate towards him.

Even after having other grandchildren, Su Ping held a special place in Li Yulan's heart.

The bond between grandmother and grandson had always been very strong.

Seeing the emotional atmosphere, Zhang Shuangshuang quickly stepped in to lighten the mood, "Mom, this is a happy occasion, why are you crying? Look, even big sister is tearing up. You can't just focus on your grandson, An An is here too."

Li Yulan quickly wiped her eyes and took Su An's hand, "Grandma is just too happy. It's not that I only like your brother, I like you too!"

Su An looked at her grandma and smiled happily, "Grandma, it's okay if you like my brother more, I'm not jealous."

"Pfft, hahaha~"

"Come on, don't just stand there, come in and sit," Li Yulan said, holding Su An and Su Ping's hands and leading them inside, while calling Zhang Shuangshuang to pour tea.

Wang Xiaocui quickly stopped Zhang Shuangshuang, "Shuangshuang, no need for tea, we just had some at the second uncle's house."

Li Yulan looked up, "You've already visited your uncle? Did you meet your aunt?"

Su Ping looked displeased, "I said we should come to grandma's first, but mom insisted on stopping by uncle's house first, so we wouldn't have to make a detour later."

"Uncle was very happy to see us, and Xuan Ying was happy too, but aunt didn't even respond when she called her."

Li Yulan patted Su Ping's hand to comfort him, "Oh, your aunt is just like that. She treats everyone the same, don't take it to heart."

Feeling Su Ping's rough hands, Li Yulan's heart ached. Although Su An had been applying clam oil to his hands, the cracks had improved a lot, but his hands were still much rougher than those of an ordinary farmer.

An ordinary farmer might have calluses on their palms, but Su Ping's hands were covered with hard, raised patches of skin.

"Good child, how much hardship have you endured? I told your mom back then, to consider Su Jianjun that heartless man dead, as if he had been buried under the reservoir while working on it. She could have just stayed a widow and raised you on her own. If not, your uncle and I could have helped. But she insisted on taking you to the city to find that beast!"

Li Yulan rubbed Su Ping's palm, "Thankfully, my Ping Ping is back safe and sound, otherwise, I wouldn't have let her in my house."

Su Ping hugged the little old lady, "Grandma, don't cry, I'm back now, aren't I?"

"By the way, Grandma, we got you some gifts, come and see."

Su Ping, as if presenting a treasure, took out the things he had brought for his grandma to see, "Look, Grandma, roast chicken, it smelled so good at the station, I wanted you to try it right away."

"We also got you a woolen hat, look, Grandma, try it on. An An got you a vest, and there are shoe inserts and nylon socks, a few pairs of nylon socks. Uncle, Grandma, and Auntie all have some. By the way, where are Jianrong and Xiuyun at? Are they off studying? An An got them pencil cases, pencils, and pencil sharpeners..."

Li Yulan looked at the things Su Ping had taken out, her heart aching, "Kid, why did you get so much stuff? How much did all this cost?"

Su Ping, as if remembering something, blushed and waved his hands in embarrassment, "Grandma, An An and I didn't ask Mom for money, we made this money ourselves, we didn't ask Mom for money."

He didn't want to be the bad child in his grandma's heart.

Li Yulan, seeing his anxiety, quickly held his hand, "Grandma knows, Grandma knows, your little uncle just told me, my Ping Ping can make money now, he's all grown up, he can take care of his grandma!"

Su Ping then relaxed, grinning sheepishly and scratching his head.

Su An watched the scene before her, a flash of pain in her eyes, it turned out her brother had always been carrying such a big worry in his heart.

Thankfully...

Li Yulan brought out the jujubes buried in the chaff and the persimmons with bamboo sticks from the room and placed them in front of Su An and Su Ping.

For rural children, treats were a rare luxury. The jujube tree and persimmon tree at the Wang family's doorstep, she would sit on a small stool under the tree every year when they were almost ripe, just so the children below could eat them.

The persimmons couldn't wait to fully ripen, afraid someone would sneakily pick them, usually taken down while still hard and red, with small bamboo sticks carved from bamboo canes inserted into the flesh, buried under rice chaff to ripen.

After Su An and Su Ping went to the city, she would select many to bury in the chaff every year, keeping them for a long time, just in case Su Ping came back.

Wang Xiaocui, hearing Li Yulan scold Su Jianjun until she was tired and took a break, quickly excused herself to help Zhang Shuangshuang pluck duck feathers, escaping into the kitchen.

Li Yulan looked at her eldest daughter, a flash of heartache in her eyes, "Now that you're back, your mother's life is somewhat preserved."

Thinking of the life her eldest daughter had lived these past few years, Li Yulan couldn't help but sigh, "You two must be filial to your mother in the future."