Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1779 I'm a little dizzy

"Morning exercise?" Jiang Churan's mind didn't quite process it for a moment.

Jiang Cheng sat up straight, stretched, and looked like he was really about to exercise.

Subconsciously, I didn't think in that direction.

"How about going for a run? That's good... By the way, didn't the property manager say that the air in Zizhu Park is especially good in the morning and there are lots of green plants, making it a great place for morning exercise? Should we try going there? I've never been before."

Looking at the innocent expectation in Jiang Churan's eyes, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but chuckle softly.

His fingertips brushed across her cheeks, which were slightly flushed from just waking up.

"No need to bother."

His gaze drifted meaningfully to the bright scenery outside the window.

"We're facing the morning light through the window... and the exercise is the same. The view... might be even better."

“By the window…” Jiang Churan first followed his gaze blankly to the sunlit floor.

Immediately, the images and memories from last night crashed into my mind!

"Ah!" she cried out in surprise, her face turning bright red instantly, even her neck turning pink.

"You...no! Aren't you tired?"

Tired? Not at all.

Cheng-ge is super awesome, okay?

A few minutes later, Jiang Cheng lay in Jiang Churan's arms.

She muttered to herself: "This is the legendary lactose intolerance. What should I do, Churan? I'm a little dizzy."

Jiang Churan let out a muffled groan.

"Come on, you're unconscious but still so strong. Let go of my leg..."

"Ah, why are you letting go? Weren't you going to show me your modern dance skills? By the way, I'm a little curious about what's hidden in the middle of the splits?"

"Ugh, don't look! I hate it!!"

...

More than an hour later, Jiang Churan didn't dare to stay in the apartment anymore. Even when Jiang Cheng asked her to rest for a day and not to go to dance practice, she refused.

She used to think that practicing dance was quite tiring, but now it seems that practicing dance is easier than accompanying Jiang Cheng.

After Jiang Churan left, Jiang Cheng did not stay at Renji Manor again.

Two hours later, Jiang Cheng followed his grandfather to an inconspicuous intersection.

After getting out of the Hongqi car, Jiang Cheng wanted to help him up, but his grandfather waved his hand to indicate that it wasn't necessary.

He then reached out and straightened his dark gray Zhongshan suit.

"Master, this road... let the young master help you." Chen Ping hesitated as he looked at the slippery mountain path.

"What, afraid this old man will fall?" His grandfather smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes as deep as the ravines of time, and waved his hand again: "Back then, there was a road a hundred times harder to walk than this, and we still made it through, didn't we? Come on, Cheng'er."

Seeing his grandfather's solemn expression, Jiang Cheng didn't try to persuade him, but quietly followed half a step behind him.

Since I possess danger perception skills, I don't need to worry about any unexpected events.

The mountain road winds its way uphill, the air is crisp and clear, carrying the unique scents of earth, decaying leaves, and pine needles.

After walking for about ten minutes, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a gentle slope backed by green mountains and facing an open valley.

There were no neat tombstones on the slope, only a dozen or so inconspicuous bluish-gray stone mounds rising slightly from the ground.

In front of each "stone fortress" stands a natural stone that has not been finely polished, with a simple name and date of birth and death written on it in vigorous engravings.

This is not a cemetery, nor any numbered memorial site.

After passing several stone tablets, my grandfather stopped in front of a stone mound.

The stone is inscribed with the words: "Li Dashan, 1921-1995".

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng looked at his grandfather. Clearly, the owner of this tombstone was the person his grandfather had come to visit today.

After staring at it for a moment, the grandfather took a cloth bag from the attendant behind him.

After squatting down and spreading out the cloth bag, he took out two small wine glasses, a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), and a small bag of peanuts.

After setting everything up, he waved to Chen Ping and his group.

Seeing Chen Ping lead his men to the nearby distribution point, his grandfather slowly filled two cups with wine. He gently poured one cup in front of the stone and picked up the other cup himself, but did not drink it immediately.

His voice sounded somewhat faint in the mountain wind: "Old Li, I've come to see you again. The children at home are all doing well. Your eldest grandson was promoted to deputy regimental commander last year. He didn't let you down."

After saying that, his grandfather took a sip of wine.

The burning liquid went down my throat, seemingly bringing back some intense memories of home.

He frowned slightly the moment he drank it, then gestured for Jiang Cheng to move forward.

"Cheng'er, come here. Bow to your Grandpa Li. Back in the 90s on the border front, he braved gunfire to carry your wounded uncle out of a shell crater, although in the end both he and your uncle..."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng roughly understood what was going on.

So even though the person rescued didn't survive, how many people would risk their lives to save another in the face of life and death?

Jiang Cheng instantly became solemn and bowed deeply three times to the simple stone wall.

Resting peacefully on this tranquil hillside are the backbones who truly experienced the years of war and construction.

After the ceremony, he led Jiang Cheng to bow to each of the tombstones one by one.

It took more than half an hour to finish the worship.

Looking at the rows of tombstones, his grandfather sighed.

Then she led Jiang Cheng to the edge of the hillside, overlooking the vibrant valley below.

In the distance, the highway stretched like a ribbon, and further away, the outline of a modern city appeared and disappeared in the thin mist.

“The other day at home, I was paying respects to my family members, those are my bloodline.” He spoke slowly, his gaze distant. “Today, I’m bringing you to meet the backbone of the nation, the inheritors of its spirit.”

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at his grandson, who was much taller than him, with a sharp and deep gaze:

"Cheng'er, do you know what we faced during the most difficult time of the 1990s?"

Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment, then answered, drawing on his historical knowledge: "It was the Western blockade, the growing pains of industrial transformation, and the dependence on others in many key areas."