Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

789: Chapter 782: A Life Without Regrets 789: Chapter 782: A Life Without Regrets About the wedding photo matter, Sisi rarely kept it in her heart, waiting for Tian Xinhua to have some free time, but she ended up waiting for a year.

It wasn’t until the following spring that Tian Xinhua’s work wrapped up.

The studio Sisi chose was the most famous one in the Capital City, with a good reputation there.

The owner of the studio was a renowned photographer who returned from abroad.

Learning that the Capital City’s socialite He Sisi wanted to have her wedding photos taken at his studio, he was more excited than Sisi and her party, eagerly pushing aside the studio’s photographer to take the job himself.

“Mrs.

Tian, if you wear this wedding gown, you’ll definitely be more beautiful than a bride in her twenties,” the owner praised her without reservation.

Sisi was overjoyed by the compliment and immediately took the owner’s suggestion, changing into the white lace wedding gown.

As expected, when she walked out, she astonished everyone present.

However, Tian Xinhua was not very satisfied and asked Sisi to change the gown.

“It doesn’t look good.

Let’s change to another one.

I think that one is quite nice, better than this one.”

The owner glanced at the wedding gown Tian Xinhua was pointing to and secretly chuckled.

This gown was indeed beautiful, mainly because it was very conservatively designed, covering even the arms.

Unlike the one Sisi was wearing, it exposed her arms and had a low-cut, bare shoulder design, which explained Tian Xinhua’s dissatisfaction.

The owner, without any of an artist’s arrogance or rigidity, had a highly adept skill at seizing opportunities and immediately smiled and said, “Mr.

Tian has good taste.

This wedding gown indeed suits Mrs.

Tian better.”

Tian Xinhua looked at the owner with satisfaction, finding the former impression of his flamboyant long hair and beard not so annoying.

Though a bit frivolous, the fellow has a good head on his shoulders and is passably presentable!

The owner felt wronged: This is called an artist’s style; you really lack aesthetic vision.

Sisi was persuaded by Tian Xinhua and the owner to change into that conservative wedding gown, which gave off a different vibe yet was still extremely beautiful.

The previous gown had a touch of sensuality, while this one appeared more fresh and clean.

Each wedding gown had its own beauty, but what really mattered was the beauty of the person wearing it.

When someone is beautiful, even draping a piece of old burlap around them can be beautiful!

Under the owner’s direction, Sisi and Tian Xinhua changed various poses and took quite a number of outdoor photos on the mountains, by the sea, in the park, etc.

Tian Xinhua followed Sisi’s desires on how to pose, greatly satisfying her photo-taking whims and making the owner exclaim in delight, wishing to drag the couple to the prairie for photo shoots.

Without Sisi needing to say much, the owner, being very clever, developed all the photos in the shortest time and personally delivered them to the Yun Mansion for Sisi and her party to choose from.

Sisi couldn’t bear to delete any of them; she thought they all looked good.

“Then let’s print them all!” Tian Xinhua made the final decision, much to the delight of the owner.

Although the owner seemed a bit flamboyant, his photography skills were genuinely excellent, capturing the essence of the people in the photos to an amazing degree.

He was professional, far surpassing Sisi, an amateur.

That night, Sisi and Tian Xinhua lay in bed admiring a big stack of beautiful photos—some in wedding gowns, some in traditional Chinese outfits, and some in military uniforms, with a variety of styles.

What was constant in the photos was the beauty of the woman and the handsomeness of the man.

Moreover, the way Tian Xinhua gazed at Sisi in the photos was full of love, a feeling that could be sensed even through the photos, and Sisi could certainly feel it too.

“Brother Xinhua, I am so happy.

I’ve never been this happy my whole life!”

Sisi suddenly burst into tears and cried non-stop.

Tian Xinhua, having no time to ponder the oddity in Sisi’s words, quickly moved to comfort the little woman in his arms.

After crying for a long time, Sisi finally wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, feeling much brighter inside and completely at ease.

Was her heart always harboring regrets?

Those were regrets carried over from her past life.

The regret of not receiving her parents’ love in her past life.

The regret of not having her husband’s affection in her past life.

The regret of living alone in her past life.

So many regrets, even she herself didn’t know.

It turned out her past life, beneath the facade of happiness, was actually hollow, sensitive, lonely, and sorrowful.

The regrets were buried so deep, even she hadn’t discovered them, yet they traveled with her soul to this life, still buried deep inside.

If not for these photos suddenly touching the depths of her soul, Sisi herself wouldn’t have known that the sadness of her past life had also followed her here.

Such pettiness!

Sisi thought she was being quite petty; in this life, she was living so happily!

Tian Xinhua looked at his wife in his arms who was alternating between crying and laughing and couldn’t help but kiss her forehead.

“Ah Nan will surely be happy forever, with me here, no one dares to not let you be happy!”

A declaration full of boldness!

But she loved hearing it, willingly offering her red lips and murmuring, “Let’s be happy until we are old together.

You don’t despise me, and I don’t despise you either!”

“Alright, no one despises anyone!”

……

Many years later, the Tian Family and He Family had long become top families in country Z.

The famous Yun Mansion still stood in the Capital City, aside from appearing more weather-beaten, it had not changed much, but inside everything was different.

The white-haired Sisi and equally white-haired Tian Xinhua lay together in the wicker chairs in the gazebo, which was once Mr.

Yun’s favorite place to sit.

Mr.

Yun would lie here, listening to opera on the phonograph, sipping Qinglu, beating time with the music, with the ever-loyal Luo Datou standing by him, and Niu Erniu bringing over meticulously crafted snacks.

How harmonious it was.

Now, though the gazebo remained, those people had long gone, replaced by Sisi and Tian Xinhua lying here now.

The two of them lay snuggled together, the gently blowing Spring Breeze making them drowsy.

In their old age, their energy was much weaker.

“Brother Xinhua, I’ve been dreaming of Grandpa Yun, Grandpa, Granny, Daddy, and all of them these days.

They are all living happily down there, often playing mahjong together, but always saying they’re missing a player.

Do you think they miss me?” Sisi muttered to herself.

Tian Xinhua turned his head to look at his wife beside him, a smile crossing his lips, “Maybe they miss me; Mr.

Yun certainly wouldn’t want you to play mahjong.

Didn’t he always say your IQ was too low?”

Sisi hummed in disagreement, then smiled, “Then it must be both of us together.

You play mahjong with them, I’ll make good food for you guys, win back all their money.

When we just get there, we definitely won’t have as much money as them…”

The voice grew quieter and more muffled.

Tian Xinhua also softly spoke, “Alright, win back all the money we’ve had burned over these years….”

They stayed there with their heads touching, snuggled together with smiling faces, as if they had fallen asleep.

But their drooping hands explained it all.

“Dad, Mom!”

The white-haired Tian Yajing (Ya Ya) came over with a light blanket, intending to cover her parents, but found their peaceful sleeping faces.

The blanket fell, and though long prepared for this, Tian Yajing (Ya Ya) couldn’t help but tear up in sadness.

Tian Tianyi (Du Du) and He Tianji (En’en), who arrived, were equally heartbroken.

Despite having grown into towering trees themselves, and although their parents had become frail and unable to withstand the wind and rain, they still felt so at ease and secure with their parents by their side.

Now, the rest of the journey would have to be traveled on their own.

“Ya Ya, En’en, we should be happy for Mom and Dad; they left happily!”