Huayu 1987: Childhood Sweetheart Anfeng Qianmeizi

wrong!

This script is wrong!

I'm not playing the tragic male lead role.

My goal is to marry a goddess, live a life of luxury, and reach the pinnacle of life.

This isn't about reminiscing about past hardships and appreciating present happiness; it's about moving China!

How can I become an orphan right from the start?

Chen Lang grew anxious.

He tried to grab Shen Jingfang's clothes, wanting to tell her, "Don't go! It's dangerous outside! Your job is to stay home and change my diapers!"

But he was just a baby.

He still had time to protest.

It felt like I was being embraced in another person's arms.

"Alright, let's go."

An Shaokang's voice was crisp.

"Stop being so wishy-washy."

"Come back soon, or your son really won't recognize you anymore."

Shen Jingfang didn't say anything more.

Chen Lang felt a rough, large hand gently touch his face.

Then, the footsteps faded into the distance.

In the corridor, only he and An Shaokang remained.

"Little guy."

An Shaokang hugged him and bounced him around.

"From today onwards, you are officially under my jurisdiction."

"From now on, you will be the son-in-law of the An family."

……

Chen Lang sensed the change in his surroundings while he was in a daze.

Without the pungent smell of disinfectant, the tip of my nose smells faintly of laundry detergent and the warmth of sun-dried bedding.

The environment has changed.

It's quieter and warmer here.

It seems like he slept for a very, very long time.

Because he was premature, he stayed in the hospital for quite a while, though he couldn't remember exactly how long.

Where does he live now?

He quickly found the answer from the conversations of the people around him.

"Shaokang, you're back so late again today?"

"There's nothing I can do, Mom, there's a lot going on in the department lately."

"Too much trouble, too much work! I don't think you're thinking about home at all!"

"Do you know how hard it is for Xiaoli to raise two children alone?"

"Xiao Li, she..."

"Alright, stop talking and let's eat."

He lives in the staff quarters of Wuhan University.

An Shaokang's home.

This realization put him at ease.

At least, I no longer have to worry about what to eat for my next meal, nor do I have to worry about that deadly Sanlu milk powder.

An Shaokang is very busy.

As a French professor at Wuhan University, he seems to have an endless stream of meetings, classes, and academic exchanges.

When Chen Lang is awake, he is rarely seen.

And that old lady who always spoke with a barbed tongue was An Shaokang's mother and Xixi's grandmother.

The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has been a difficult problem since ancient times.

Especially in this era.

The old lady seemed to have a lingering resentment because Liu Xiaoli had given birth to a daughter.

"What's the use of girls? They'll get married and leave the family anyway, like water spilled from a cup."

"Our An family has had only one son for three generations, and with you, the line ends."

"Look how promising Xiaoqin is, giving birth to a son in one go. It's such a pity, she's just unlucky..."

The old lady would always repeat these words to Chen Lang when Liu Xiaoli wasn't around.

Chen Lang really wanted to tell her that her son later changed wives and had a daughter.

So whether you have a son or a daughter really depends on what kind of seed the man gave birth to.

"Oh dear, my precious grandson is awake?"

Chen Lang felt himself being lifted up by a pair of calloused but warm hands.

The old lady treated her daughter-in-law with disdain, but showed great enthusiasm and affection for Chen Lang.

She hugged Chen Lang, gently rubbing her cheek against his little face, murmuring to herself.

"So good, she doesn't cry or fuss at all. She's much easier to manage than our little brat."

"From now on, you will be our family's grandson-in-law, our Xixi's man."

"We'd better keep a close eye on her."

"Stop acting like her mother all the time, dressing up in fancy clothes every day, who are you trying to impress?"

Chen Lang: "..."

Grandma, you have a good daughter-in-law.

My wife will not only dress up in the most flamboyant way in the future.

They'll also dress in all sorts of quirky and unusual outfits.

That pink outfit covered in skull patterns was absolutely an eyesore!

That being said, we also learned from Grandma An.

The joke her cheapskate father made before he passed away was taken seriously.

Moreover, judging from Grandma An's demeanor, she seems to value this childhood betrothal quite a bit.

The older generation sometimes takes verbal agreements more seriously than signed contracts.

Chen Lang remembered one time in the hospital.

An Shaokang seemed to have found an opportunity to solemnly recount the matter in front of his grandmother, maternal grandparents, Liu Xiaoli, and his cousins.

"Mom and Dad, Xiaoli, my older brother and sister-in-law, Jingfang entrusted these things to me before she left."

"From now on, Langlang will be our son-in-law."

"Once the children are grown up, if they are willing, then we can consider this marriage settled."

Chen Lang had expected that some people would object, or at least think that this was just children playing house.

Unexpectedly, after a moment of silence, a burst of good-natured laughter rang out in the room.

No one objected.

not a single one.

Even Grandma An, who usually disliked Liu Xiaoli, was all smiles.

Chen Lang then belatedly realized what was happening.

In this era, many people of their generation have gone through this process.

He remembers his childhood in a previous life.

There are always adults holding a baby and asking him, "Do you want a wife or not?"

There were jokes, and there were serious ones.

Marriage is arranged by parents and matchmakers.

They were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little, and then naturally got married and had children.

He heard that his adoptive father, Shen Jingfang, and his biological mother, Chen Qin, were in the same situation.

In their view, this was perfectly normal.

Chen Lang even felt that An Shaokang's solemn arrangement of this childhood betrothal might have another deeper meaning.

He knew that his mother harbored resentment because Liu Xiaoli had given birth to a daughter.

Perhaps he was trying to resolve the conflict between his mother and daughter-in-law by finding a grandson-in-law.

Look, although I didn't have a grandson, I found you a grandson-in-law. By all accounts, he's practically a member of the An family now.

I have to say, this tactic worked somewhat.

Grandma An grew to like Chen Lang more and more the more she looked at him.

Especially Chen Lang, who, apart from symbolically crying a couple of times when hungry to remind the adults that it's time to eat, is quiet and well-behaved the rest of the time.

A pair of large, dark, grape-like eyes were always darting around, curiously observing the world.

That obedient appearance was simply the apple of the old lady's eye.

"Look at Langlang, she's so easy to manage."

Grandma An held Chen Lang and spoke to Liu Xiaoli, who was changing Qianqian's diaper.

"I wish this were my own grandson. I would accept it even if he was premature."

That's a sarcastic and indirect way of criticizing.

Liu Xiaoli paused for a moment, said nothing, but silently increased the speed of her hands.

Chen Lang lay in his grandmother's arms and sighed inwardly.

It turns out that the root cause of An Shaokang and Liu Xiaoli's later divorce was already deeply sown at this time.

A mother-in-law who favors sons over daughters.

A husband who is rarely home.

Add to that an artist's sensitivity and pride.

This marriage was riddled with cracks from the very beginning.