Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets

Chapter 1093: Chapter 1093: Stunned

After Sun Rou’s matter was resolved, Little New Year was approaching.

The two uncles and aunts of the Lian Family came.

Tang Yue didn’t have much time to spend with Lian Qingxuan, Lian Qingzhi, and Lian Qingling, but the three of them followed Tang Yue like tails, especially admiring the clothes designed by Tang Yue.

Their mouths were like they were smeared with honey, praising Tang Yue to the skies.

Especially Lian Qingxuan, although she was the oldest, her personality wasn’t like it. She held a piece of clothing and said, "Xiao Yue, can you give me this piece of clothing after the fashion show?"

"This is a sample," Tang Yue glanced at the wool coat in her hands, unable to resist reminding her.

The clothes for the fashion show were samples. She usually kept them for preservation.

"Xiao Yue, I just like this one. Look, this one suits my figure perfectly," Lian Qingxuan set her eyes on the wine-red wool coat, which seemed simple and elegant with no particular style, but once worn, it completely brought out the advantages of Lian Qingxuan’s figure.

It complemented Lian Qingxuan’s tall stature; she couldn’t bear to take it off once she put it on.

"Ahem."

Tang Yue cleared her throat and said, "If you really like it, I’ll make another one."

"Sister Xiao Yue, what about me?" Lian Qingling also liked it, she liked every piece.

Lian Qingzhi wasn’t willing to be left behind and said, "Sister Xiao Yue, I’m your younger sister, you can’t favor one over the other."

Tang Yue: "..."

She underestimated their eagerness; the clothes hadn’t hit the market yet, and the three of them wanted to wrap them all up.

The four of them chatted and laughed together. Although they didn’t grow up together, Tang Yue enjoyed this kind of sisterly affection.

Unlike her cousins Zhang Min and Tang Min, who grew up together, lacking this kind of intimate connection between sisters.

It’s not about the gifts Lian Qingxuan and the others brought; it’s the ease and comfort in their interactions, and the feeling that if something happens, they will consider each other, making Tang Yue very happy in their company.

The days bustled toward Little New Year. The day before Little New Year, Tang Yue saw Tang Mingli and his wife bringing their children, which wasn’t surprising. They had returned home long ago, and coming over earlier was understandable. However, when she saw her uncle carrying lots of things, Tang Yue was quite surprised.

"Uncle." Tang Yue proactively spoke up, welcoming her uncle inside.

Zaozao and Chenchen tilted their heads, looking at Zhang Huafeng, their heads together as if wondering who he was.

"Huafeng." Zhang Hualian was also surprised when she saw Zhang Huafeng.

She had thought of the long journey when calling home, since her mother Elder Mrs. Zhang wasn’t in good health, considering that if they couldn’t come, it would be fine.

But Zhang Huafeng still came.

"Hualian, with Xiao Yang’s engagement, how could I as an uncle not come?" Zhang Huafeng cheerfully took out the things brought from home: homemade sausages and cured meat by Elder Mrs. Zhang, fresh winter bamboo shoots dug from their old home, and some homemade dough pastries.

A big bag, all filled with Elder Mrs. Zhang’s affection for her daughter.

"Mom said Xiao Yang and Xiao Yue love these, so I brought more. These fresh winter bamboo shoots are still covered in yellow mud. Let’s hurry and cook them together in a soup today." Zhang Huafeng smiled and said, "This one is for Xiao Yang."

Zhang Huafeng took out a red cloth bag, wrapped in a handkerchief, with a silver bracelet inside, saying, "This silver bracelet was given to mom by grandma, and now mom is passing it to Xiao Yang’s wife."

"No way."

Zhang Hualian instinctively refused. These two silver bracelets had been pawned for money before and took great effort to get back, and Elder Mrs. Zhang treasured them immensely.

"Uncle, let grandma keep them." Lian Qingyang also spoke; the bracelet held significance for grandma, how could he take it?

"Xiao Yang, you keep it."

Zhang Huafeng tucked the bracelet into Lian Qingyang’s arms and said, "Xiao Yang, our Zhang Family only has three male heirs, grandma has prepared one for each of you – for you, one for Xiao Jun when he marries, one for Xiao Qiang too when he marries. It’s grandma’s token of affection, don’t undervalue it."

"Uncle, I really like it." Lian Qingyang held it tightly, recalling his rare visits home and the joy grandma showed him, Elder Mrs. Zhang’s kindly and loving face seemed to appear before him.

"That’s right."

After Zhang Huafeng had delivered everything he intended, he felt relieved.

In the evening, they cooked cured meat, sausages, and winter bamboo shoot soup. Having stayed a long time in Jing City, it was difficult to get such fresh winter bamboo shoot soup to enjoy.

Night.

Lian Qingyang couldn’t fall asleep for a long time, so he called Jin Yan, who he was going to be engaged to tomorrow, yet he felt he had so much to say.

Holding a photo of Jin Yan’s profile he had secretly taken, listening to her melodious voice, after hanging up the phone, Lian Qingyang found his sleep elusive.

Little New Year.

An important festival cherished by Huaxia people, the engagement ceremony today at Mingzhu Hotel, had the venue set beautifully yet romantically, with pink silk ribbons and clusters of flowers paved into a path. In the center of the venue, there was a screen showing a photo album curated carefully by Lian Qingyang.

Photos of Lian Qingyang and Jin Yan, though most were of Jin Yan, each taken while Jin Yan wasn’t noticing, with remarks about his emotions at the time attached.

When organizing these photos, Lian Qingyang realized he had long been fond of Jin Yan. Every photo was imbued with his affection for her, though sadly, he hadn’t realized this and wasted so many years.

Having seen the venue, Lian Qingyang then hurried to the Jin Family’s home, though it was only an engagement, the excitement he felt made him like a young man of eighteen, with his heart beating rapidly.

Upon arriving at the Jin Family’s, Lian Qingyang’s mouth seemed to be coated with honey, and the festive red envelopes, symbolizing good luck, were handed out generously to the younger generation in the Jin Family—each and every one of them.

It wasn’t until Jin Yan appeared that the ever eloquent Lian Qingyang seemed to lose his voice.

Beautiful, truly beautiful.

Jin Yan in a red dress, meticulously dressed and looked like a little fairy descending from heaven, a smile subtly tugging at his heartstrings.

"Brother-in-law is stunned."

One of Jin Yan’s younger brothers teased.

"Brother-in-law, isn’t my sister beautiful?" Another cousin egged on.

"Beautiful."

Lian Qingyang replied without hesitation, wishing that this was the wedding instead of the engagement, as she in that red dress matched the image in his dreams.