The day we set off for Pingjiang to attend the engagement banquet was in March. Beijing had just stopped providing heating, and the temperature was still low. The spring breeze brought a chill.
Jiang Chengsi was a lively young man, and recently, having plunged into the river of love, he dressed stylishly, wore sunglasses, carried a small suitcase, and was carefree yet neat.
But when he arrived at the old residence, he was assigned tasks.
The old lady placed a pile of things in front of him, "These are Mutang's diapers. You must carry them properly."
"Here are the baby bottles. Be careful when you carry them, and also his favorite toys."
"Oh, and here are the gifts for your Grandpa Tang and the others. You should carry them too and handle them with care. Wanwan needs to take care of the child, and Xiaowu needs to look after her, so all the luggage is entrusted to you."
Jiang Chengsi was dumbfounded. He was just there to attend an engagement banquet.
