Chapter 1184： Fanwai·Grow old with you

The sunshine in spring is always extraordinarily warm, and there is a faint fragrance of grass and flowers floating in the air. Just after the baptism of rain, the soil also smells of sunshine.

Feng Qian was lying on the rattan chair, squinting lightly, enjoying the afternoon sun comfortably.

Qi Yin sat beside her, and he held an old thermos cup in one hand, with bright red wolfberry soaked in it, and the heat rose slowly.

The other hand held Feng Qian's hand tightly.

His brows were smiling, and his old face couldn't hide the shocking face of his youth.

Time waits for no one.

Before they knew it, they were all getting old.

Not long after, it was time for school.

A group of seven or eight-year-old children gathered together in twos and threes and passed by the door, bringing laughter and laughter.

After the noise passed, a ball rolled in through the open courtyard door.

The boy with the bear's schoolbag blinked, chasing after the ball that had accidentally dropped his hand.

The ball rolled along the green grass to Feng Qian's feet.

The boy's Bai Nen's small hand grabbed the gate railing and looked at the two elderly people who were leaning on each other with some unease.

After hesitating for a while, he finally made up his mind and slowly ran to Feng Qian with his short legs.

The boy blinked obediently, bent down, picked up the ball, and held it in his arms.

"Grandpa and Grandma, I'm sorry, I entered your yard without permission."

The child's voice was soft, like a toffee slowly melting between his lips and teeth.

The boy bowed his head apologetically, fiddling with the ball in his hand with his fingers.

"My ball fell in by accident."

The little boy is cute and polite.

Feng Qian couldn't help but patted his head and smiled lightly: "It's okay, it's not your fault."

The little boy blinked and looked at Qi Yin, who was silent.

Feng Qian saw his concerns and said, "Grandpa won't blame you either."

The child smiled, and the bright eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

Children are like angels, they are easy to be satisfied, and that pure and serious smile also has the magic of healing.

"Thank you grandma and grandma, then I'll go home first."

Feng Qian nodded, "Yeah."

The child hugged the ball and turned to leave. He walked briskly. When he reached the gate, the boy stopped and looked back at Feng Qian and Qi Yin.

Say goodbye in a milky voice: "Goodbye, grandma and grandma."

Feng Qian also waved goodbye to him.

When the child disappeared from sight, Qi Yin put down the thermos cup in his hand and held Feng Qian's hand with both hands.

"Shallow..."

"Well, what's wrong?"

Feng Qian looked up at him

Qi Yin said softly: "We didn't have children, maybe I didn't work hard enough when I was young."

Feng Qian: "..."

Such an old man still speaks a little rudely, but he still uses such a cold and indifferent expression and tone.

The corners of her lips twitched, recalling the nightlife over the years...

Is that not enough effort?

As long as I recall it a little, Feng Qian can still feel faint back pain even after a lot of age.

However, without children, this is not the reason for not working hard.

After all, Feng Qian and Mu Yan are not people from the small plane. Their identities are different from ordinary people. They are bound by the laws of heaven and will not have descendants in the small plane.

If you want to have children, the body can.

After thinking for a while, Feng Qian looked at Qi Yin: "Will Ah Yin feel sorry for not having children?"

Qi Yin answered seriously: "No. I have Qianqian enough."

Feng Qian could also guess that Qi Yin would answer like this.

She was skeptical: "Really don't want kids?"

Asked by Feng Qian, the corners of Qi Yin's lips moved, and the expression in his eyes changed slightly.

He said, "Actually... I think."

After a pause, he continued: "I want a child because it's me and Qianqian's child."

"But no children, no regrets."

Because really, or that sentence, it is enough to have her.

and……

Compared to having children, he prefers the process of making people.

Feng Qian lifted her lips, she should have guessed such an answer.

After the sun went down on the horizon, the two old men hugged each other into the villa.

Probably, growing old with the person you love in the peaceful years is also a kind of happiness that can fill your heart with joy.

Time flies.

They have been with each other until they grow old, and the warmth in this life has never changed.