Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s-Chapter 1434 - 1254: A Person with a Story

"I understand how you feel," Qin Jian said gravely, "but you can’t blame them. These lovely warriors are risking their lives to save people! They must be feeling sad too. However, perspectives differ, and so do decisions. They aim to give more people a chance at life, whereas to you, your family is your whole world."

The man fell silent, it was unclear if he was persuaded or if he simply disagreed.

Qin Jian kept on talking, "But what I want to tell you is, rest assured, we have plenty of personnel for this rescue operation, and there is absolutely no question of having to abandon anyone!"

The man seemed to believe Qin Jian’s words. He nodded vigorously and said, "Thank you!"

"No need to thank me." Qin Jian chatted with him while carrying him up the slope, and the path seemed not as tough as before. He wondered why the man’s house on the mid-hillside was hit by a flood.

Such high terrain— if it were flooded, then wouldn’t the village below have long become an ocean?

When this question came to mind, he asked it.

"In the past, my family lived at the foot of the mountain. After that incident, my grandma became disheartened and insisted on moving us up the mountain to live. Away from water, away from that nightmare. So, we settled on the mid-hillside," the man said.

Unexpectedly, disaster struck this family again. They had avoided the flood but couldn’t escape the earthquake.

"So you just mentioned your wife and children but not your mother or grandmother. How are they?" Qin Jian asked. freewёbnoνel.com

"My grandmother was lucky to survive; she’s just sitting on the hillside waiting. My mom died on the spot, and my wife and children..." The man started to sob again.

"Be strong. You’re a man, don’t cry in front of women. Your vulnerability will make them feel helpless," Qin Jian consoled the man with his words.

After hearing Qin Jian’s words, the man lifted his sleeve and fiercely wiped away his tears, "You’re right. I need to be a real man! I can’t let my grandmother think less of me."

"It sounds like you really respect your grandmother," Qin Jian inquired.

"Yes. My grandmother is a woman with a story." That was also why he had always admired her.

"Tell me about it," Qin Jian said, thinking it would boost the man’s spirits at this time.

"My grandmother has had a hard life..." the man began to tell Qin Jian about his grandmother’s story, "When she was young, she married a gambler who spent his days in the gambling dens. When he lost, he would come home and beat my grandmother, then he would start selling off our possessions. She lived in this shadow for a long time until one day she couldn’t bear it anymore and eloped with her childhood love, my grandfather. Unfortunately, they encountered many troubles along the way. My grandfather fell seriously ill, almost to the point of death. In order to save him, my grandmother sold a bracelet that had been passed down from her ancestors."

A bracelet?

Wait a second.

Why was it always a bracelet?

Qin Jian then asked an extra question, "What did the bracelet look like?"

Because An Hao had met Lin Qiushu over a jade bracelet, and it was also due to a bracelet that they were involved in a complicated fate.

Last time, in the hospital, Lin Qiushu snatched their child from Song Yueqin’s hands, saving the child... Grateful beyond words, An Hao had offered to help Lin Qiushu find people related to that bracelet.