Time Chapter 12 part3

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The driver stopped at the red light. Jiang An Lan massaged his temple, looking out, the scenery that greeted him was of an  endless stream of horse and carriages[1]. There were so many people, so many possibilities. The two of them had met, but unfortunately this sort of karma was intercepting. If there it had been karma from the previous life, then it must have had its own due. But why should he pay for that mistake?

[1] Meaning heavy traffic. 

How many years had he waited for this to keep in mind constantly, no sadness, no lamentable, or no helplessness?

Upon finally meeting her again, in order not to frighten her, he had spent a lot of effort to smooth things up within the game. Got in contact with her through the Internet, step by step, all had been done to approach her with restrained temper.

The great bitterness, deep hatred[2] Young Master Jiang received another message from Wen Cheng: “What happened to you and sister-in-law? Sister-in-law's cousin said that she  may not play Shèngshì in the future.” His face sank immediately. Except for Yao Yuan, he rarely possessed the patience to exchange messages with others. But this time, he came over and typed: “We are fine.”

[2] Deeply ingrained long-standing resentment

They were all right.

Yes, even if something went south now, things would be fine in the future.

When things had come to this stage. Even if he was forced to fight against norm , breaking faith and abandoning rights, he also not allow to have something on one's mind. This Great God when he penetrates into a bull's horn [3], then ought to entirely drown oneself into the unfathomable abyss, even forsaking the three point of views in life. 

 [3] fig. to waste time on an insoluble or insignificant problem / to bash one's head against a brick wall / a wild goose chase

That evening, Jiang Wen Han was also picked up by the driver from the airport. He did not bring much, only a medium-sized suitcase, which was carried by the driver at the back. He went to the living room first, where the Old Master Jiang and Eldery Lady Jiang, Jiang Wen Guo, Jiang An Hong and many other Jiang family members were present.

Jiang Wen Han was 45 years old this year, he could be considered to not be very old. He wore a windbreaker and exuded a cultured and refined[4] temperament.

[4] Meaning looked gentle and well-bred.

First, he asked his parents, who were sitting in the middle of the sofa, if they were in good health. The old lady's eyes became a little red. Jiang Wen Han turned to Jiang Wen Guo and called out “big brother”. Now in his fifties, Jiang Wen Guo inherited his face, including his ability and skills from Old Mister Jiang. Jiang Wen Guo, now in a high position, responded calmly, and then spoke, “Your second brother is too busy with his overseas business to come back this new year. You can stay a few more days at your second brother's home this time.”

Jiang Wen Han nodded his head and laughed bitterly in his heart. They were siblings of three. He was the only one who did not contribute anything, even had stained the family.

Now whenever he saw those young people, he could not help but sigh.

Jiang Wen Guo, the eldest brother, had the most children amongst the three brothers. He had two sons and two daughters. Jiang An Hong, was his eldest son, thirty years old and therefore independent, had gotten married and started a career[5]. His wife also came from a prominent  family. Jiang An Cheng, the second son, had entered the public security system and only needed to temper oneself a few more years to get a promotion. The two daughters were the martyr orphans adopted by Jiang Wen Guo with Old Master Jiang's permission, and now they had become the pillars of society. Jiang Wen Hua, the second elder brother, also had two sons. Jiang An Lan, the eldest son, had always been very clever from childhood. His father's favorite grandson was him. Jiang Jie, the second son, he had never met before. Jiang Wen Han looked over one by one, and when he looked back at his father, who opened his mouth and said sternly, “Are you ashamed to see that these younger generations are now adults and successful in their careers?”

[5]  To settle down / to establish oneself.

The old lady frowned. “You can say less. He's seldom enough to come back.”

“You know it's rare. I think he really thinks our Jiang family is his hotel.” Old Master Jiang's complexion was still unsightly while Jiang Wen Guo was busy comforting him. But Jiang Wen Han appeared to have been accustomed to his father's frigid irony and scorching satire[6], thus his face remained the same.

[6] To mock and ridicule

 Jiang An Lan looked at the scene, stood up first and said flatly: “Let's eat, I'm hungry.” Then he took the lead towards the restaurant. Jiang An Cheng also followed, “Grandpa and grandma, have a meal first, eating a cold meal is not delicious.”

Old Master Jiang glanced at Jiang An Lan, who had let his aunt to start serving the meal, and finally shook his head and spoke, “Let's eat.”

The atmosphere at the dinner table eased a little, however Old Master Jiang did not talk to his youngest son, and Jiang Wen Han also knew of oneself [7] and only conversed with his mother, eldest brother, and chatted with several younger generations.

[7] Meaning being self-aware, knowing of one's place or position.

“An Lan, how are you these days?”

Jiang An Lan was the least talkative of the younger generations, but he was extremely intelligent. Jiang Wen Han still remembered teaching the homework of the younger generations at home more than ten years ago. Only Xiao Wu who he had not had  to spend too much time with, because no matter what, he always grasped it at once. Even if he had not understood at the beginning, given a few minutes, he definitely could comprehend it.

Jiang An Lan's stomach did not feel very comfortable today, and his food tasted not very palatable. However, he had never been disrespectful to his elders. Even if this elder hurt him and put him into an emotional crisis, “It's OK.”

 “That's good.” Jiang Wen Han continued, “I met a doctor in the United States this year. He is an expert in the field of tracheal diseases. When you go to the United States, you can have him…”

The old man scolded: “Is there no good doctor in China? Going outside to see a doctor!”

Jiang Wen Guo also added: “An Lan's disease mainly depends on recuperation, western medicine is not suitable.”

Jiang An Lan had had a half bowl of rice, but suddenly he lost his appetite. Putting down his chopsticks and he spoke, “Grandpa, I'll go back to my side tonight. I'll excuse myself first.” He got up and went to the old lady. He bent over and said, “Grandma, I'm leaving.”

The old lady took the grandson's hand. “Xiao Wu, are you full? Grandma didn't even see you take a few bites.”

“Full.”

“Let the driver take you back,” the old man ordered.

Chapter end