Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

29: Chapter 29 Visiting to Express Gratitude 29: Chapter 29 Visiting to Express Gratitude “Did any of your leaders at the institute introduce you to any potential spouses this year!” During lunch, Li Junping couldn’t help but ask him.

“Yes.

I dated two, but they weren’t suitable,” Qin Jian said while biting into a steamed bun.

“What’s not suitable about them?

You think they’re unsuitable, or do they think you’re unsuitable?”

“Both sides felt it wasn’t suitable.”

Li Junping would ask a question and Qin Jian would answer in as few words as possible, not willing to say an extra word, which frustrated her to death: “Can’t you just talk to your mom about this?

Are you trying to worry me to death?”

“I find the women too timid, and they find me too cold!”

At that moment, Qin Feng couldn’t help but chime in, “Bro, your face is always cold like a temple guardian god, who wouldn’t be scared?”

“Eat your food, you have something to say about everything,” Li Junping scolded her daughter, then turned back to Qin Jian, “Son, you’re already thirty and not yet married, your father and I are worried sick.

Next time there’s an introduction, as long as the girl likes you, just marry her.”

“Mom, your standards are too low.

Although my brother is a bit cold, his handsome appearance is hard to come by in this vast countryside.

And he works at the Provincial Power Research Institute, what great conditions!” Qin Feng felt her brother was a dragon among men, and not a single girl in the village was worthy of him, only a city girl would do.

“Then your brother is fated to struggle finding a wife!

Who would willingly give their daughter’s hand in marriage to him!”

Qin Jian frowned slightly: “Enough, let’s leave it to fate.

Mom, I’m only here for a short vacation this time; I have to leave in three days, so please give me some peace for these few days.”

Li Junping opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, a clear and melodious voice came from the yard, sounding like a silver bell: “Auntie, are you home?”

“Yes!

I am!” Hearing someone calling her, Li Junping put down her bowl and stood up.

She stepped out and saw An Hao standing in the yard.

“Are you…

Old An’s daughter…?” Although they lived in the same village, there was quite a distance between the east and west of the village, and they did not see each other often.

“Auntie, I am An Hao.”

“An Hao!

You’ve grown more beautiful.

Do you need something from your aunt?” Li Junping asked with a smile.

“Is Big Brother Qin at home?”

Mentioning Qin Jian made Li Junping pause slightly: “Yes!

Yes!

Do you need him for something?” Qin Jian often stayed at the institute for work and had to travel for business, only returning once a year.

When An Hao was young, Qin Jian had already gone off to university, and there were not many children of her age in the village who knew him.

“Auntie, the thing is…” An Hao had not yet had a chance to explain when the curtain to the north room was lifted, and a tall figure appeared before her eyes.

“Big Brother Qin, I’ve come to return something to you.”

Qin Jian looked at the lively young girl standing in the yard and immediately remembered the outspoken girl who had ridden in his car the day before.

“It’s you.”

An Hao smiled, took a handkerchief out of her pocket, and extended it toward Qin Jian: “I’ve washed the handkerchief clean.

Here it is back for you!”

Qin Jian glanced down at the young girl who reached only up to his chest and coughed lightly: “It’s just a handkerchief!

No need to return it!”

“But it wouldn’t be proper,” An Hao insisted on returning the handkerchief, as it was inappropriate for a young woman to keep a man’s handkerchief.

Qin Jian turned his head away, unwilling to accept it: “It’s just a handkerchief.

If you don’t need it, simply throw it away.”

“This…” In his past life, he was just as stubborn; nothing had changed in this life.

Seeing her son’s rigid demeanor made Li Junping anxious; noticing An Hao’s slightly embarrassed look, she smiled, took the handkerchief, shoved it back into An Hao’s arms, and said, “He doesn’t know what’s good for him.

If he gives you something to hold onto, then hold onto it.”