Chapter 1950

October 8 is a special day.

Ji Qianchen holds some old marriage certificates in his hands, tears welling up in his eyes.

In an instant, she has been married to Ling Xiaohan for 30 years.

She still remembers that day when Ling Xiaohan concealed her marriage certificate and handed it to her.

She also said at the time that the marriage certificate was false.

I can't help thinking about it.

"Grandma, Grandpa asked you out. My brother and I asked him to take us with us. Grandpa refused." Ling Xi and Ling Yi run into the room and interrupt her thoughts.

"Where did grandpa ask me to go?" Ji Qianchen holds Ling Xi's shoulder and asks with a smile.

"Well, Xiaoxi doesn't know. Grandma, you'd better go out and ask grandpa yourself."

"Well, tell Grandpa, I'll be right down."

He changed into a light casual dress. Ji Qianchen went downstairs. Ling Xiaohan was also dressed in a black casual dress. It seemed that they had made an appointment and were dressed as lovers' clothes.

Ji Qianchen is a little embarrassed. He is old. It's time for his grandchildren to laugh at them.

"Get in the car and follow me to a place." Ling Xiaohan opened the door for her.

Ji Qianchen waved and said goodbye to the two little dolls standing at the door, "Grandpa and grandma go out to work, you are obedient at home."

"It's a date. Don't cheat on children." Ling Yi reveals their lies.

"Yes, grandparents, my brother and I are not children. Mom and dad said that you are going to celebrate the wedding anniversary. Don't worry, we won't come with you or be light bulbs." Ling Xi is also coaxing.

Ji Qianchen smiles and shakes his head. These two villains.

"Yes, Grandpa and grandma go on a date. Go back quickly."

The car starts, and the black business car drives out of Lingjia villa to Yuncheng University.

Has entered the autumn, the University of Yuncheng has had the breath of autumn, maple leaves on both sides of the road gradually yellow.

Ji Qianchen walked on the campus street with Ling Xiaohan's arm.

I haven't been for many years. I didn't think that time passed so fast. In an instant, their children have become parents.

"Ling Xiaohan, you said, if I had caught up with you in college, how good would it be for us to have a vigorous love in the best age of college." Ji Qianchen sighed.

She is still a little sorry for this.

Love on campus is the most simple and beautiful.

And she was four years late for his love.

"Maybe it's too easy to get something, we're too young, we don't know how to cherish it. It's not necessarily that we split up early. Never look ahead." Lingxiao is calm in the cold.

He didn't regret it at all. Fate made them meet four years later.

In the University, he may bring more harm to her because he can't protect her, and their feelings may die in vain. There is no future.

Two people walked to the auditorium where Ling Xiaohan was reporting on the stage and stopped.

Ji Qianchen pushes Ling Xiaohan to the podium, "you just stand here, stand well."

Then she took the microphone from the stage and went to the last row of seats.

She went to the place where she had been sitting, holding the microphone in her hand and looking at Ling Xiaohan on the podium, with tears in her eyes.

Thirty years later, the years left more or less traces on them, but her mind remained unchanged at the beginning of Ji Qianchen.

"Hello, Ling Xiaohan. I'm a freshman in the design department of the first grade. I like you! I fell in love with you at the first sight. " Ji Qianchen holds the microphone, and her voice is as light as when she was in college. Her courage is praiseworthy.

Ling Xiaohan slowly raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, picked up another microphone, and said to Ji Qianchen in the last row: "sit down, when I move the Civil Affairs Bureau, we will get married in situ."

Ji Qianchen chuckled.

Once that serious, unsmiling big iceberg, unexpectedly completely changed.

She became a twenty-four filial piety husband who could laugh with her and make troubles with her.

Holding the microphone, walking down to him, putting it down, Ji Qianchen opens his arms and holds him tightly.

"Lingxiaohan, marry you, I'm really happy. I have no regrets in this life. If there is another life. We must be together. I can't live without you. "

Ling Xiaohan opens his hand and hugs her waist. "Well, I won't let you leave me."

Even if he can't control life and death.

Then he will also wait for her at the other end of the bridge and move forward together.

Leaving the auditorium, they passed another studio.

Ji Qianchen took a pencil and a piece of white sketch paper from the platform and quickly sketched Ling Xiaohan's face in the painting.

In less than twenty minutes, she engraved the most profound face on the paper.In the lower right corner of the paper, he signed his name and handed the picture to Ling Xiaohan: "here you are, my wedding anniversary gift."

Ling Xiaohan took over the painting and looked at it carefully. "One painting wants to send me away, not shabby?"

"My paintings began to be priceless. I don't want to be painted yet. You know I've only painted a portrait for you in my whole life. "

"Well, although the painting is a little ugly, I don't dislike it." Ling Xiaohan's treasure is put away.

In these decades, she has painted every painting of him, and he has a good collection.

"It's ugly. Give it back to me." Ji Qianchen opens his palm to let him return it.

"There's no reason to take back what you send." Ling Xiaohan walked out of the studio clutching the painting.

Ji Qianchen follows in twitter, just as she followed Ling Xiaohan.

"Ling Xiaohan, haven't you even given me a present?"

Ji Qianchen is out of breath. He's too old to be younger.

She pointed to Ling Xiaohan and shouted.

Ling Xiao stopped and hooked his finger at her: "come here."

Ji Qianchen walks past, Ling Xiaohan suddenly walks behind her and puts out his hand to cover her eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll know in a minute."

A minute later, Ling Xiaohan suddenly released his hand that covered her eyes. "Look at the sky."

Ji Qianchen can't help but look at the sky.

A row of pink drones are in the shape of love in the sky.

Then, the UAV transformed the shape, turning the huge heart into a font.

As the formation changes, the shape of UAV becomes a row.

[Ji Qianchen, Ling Xiaohan will always love you, life and death will never die, happy 30th anniversary of marriage]

standing under the blue sky, she looks up at the gift of Ling Xiaohan in the sky, and her heart is warm.

With tears, excited to cover the mouth.

He is so romantic even when he is old.

At the same time, the whole cloud city people are looking up at the sky, looking at the words of the row of drones in the sky. Showing envious eyes.

Ling Yichen holds Song Xi's waist and stands in front of the floor to ceiling window, pointing to the shape of the UAV in the sky. "Do you want me to let someone shoot down the UAV and ruin my dad's romance?"

"That's enough of you. It's a gift for your mother's 30th anniversary." Song Xi laughs and shakes his head. He has never seen his son who is always going against his father.

"Well, for my mother's sake, I won't do mischief. Save my father some face. "

"Husband, I also want gifts. Aren't we about to get married for five years?" Song Xi opens his hand and asks for it with a smile.

They are the younger generation. If they can't even compare xiuen with the older generation, they will lose face.

"Well, let me see. What's the gift for you?" Ling Yichen stroked his chin, pretending to ponder.

All of a sudden, he suddenly realized that he was holding her by the waist and went to the big bed in the bedroom, pushing her down.

"Hey, didn't you say you wanted to give me a present? You're not serious again. " Song Xi tries to push him away.

Ling Yichen smiled, "is it the most precious gift in the world to give you another child?"

"No No, I'm not ready. "

Ling Yichen smiles and covers her lips.

Happiness this kind of thing, said to come, even if not ready, also should be mercilessly followed.

Many years later.

Each of them looks back.

There is satisfaction, joy, regret, guilt, regret But that's what life should be like.

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