Although Ji Yanjun and Hengheng strictly forbid "bad" boys from contacting Xixi, Wen Qing still encourages Xixi to make more friends.

That day, Xixi was playing on her children's bicycle in the square of the community. Her little face was flushed and she looked very cute.

A little boy ran over and said, "Little sister, little sister, stop for a moment, I... I can talk to you, can I?"

Xixi stopped, turned her head, blinked her big, bright eyes, and asked, "Big brother, what are you doing?"

The little boy was still a bit shy, and asked, "Can we be friends?"

"Okay," Xixi said with a grin, her dimples immediately appearing at the corners of her mouth, making her look incredibly pretty.

The little boy smiled happily and introduced himself: "My name is Zhang Yong, I'm six years old, I'm in preschool this year, and I'll be in first grade next year. What about you?"

Xixi answered crisply, "My name is Xixi, and I am two and a half years old."

"Xixi!" Ji Yanjun called out just as the two little ones were about to hold hands and become friends.

"Daddy!" Xixi turned her head and waved her little hand to Zhang Yong, saying, "Big brother, my daddy's here, bye-bye."

"Daddy! Daddy!" Xixi rode off on her little bicycle.

Zhang Yong stood there watching.

"Yongyong, let's go home."

"Mom, I want to be friends with Xixi, good friends."

"What kind of friends are we? You won't be in Nanzhou anymore when you start first grade. Let's go."

Zhang Yong kept turning back to look at Xixi.

Xixi was already in Ji Yanjun's arms.

"dad!"

"Oh! My daughter!" Ji Yanjun reached out and wiped the sweat from Xixi's face.

Xixi used her little hands to wipe Ji Yanjun's sweat: "Daddy, are you hot?"

Ji Yanjun laughed: "It's hot."

"I'll fan my dad." She said, using her chubby little hands as a fan to fan Ji Yanjun.

Ji Yanjun looked at her tiny hands, with several small dimples on the back of them, so delicate, yet she was still fanning him with all her might. Ji Yanjun's heart softened so much it almost melted.

"Thank you, my dear."

Xi Xi chuckled.

Ji Yanjun gently kissed her and said, "Daughter, shall we go home?"

"good."

Ji Yanjun carried Xixi in one arm and the children's bicycle in the other, chatting with Xixi as they walked.

When Xixi got home, Wenqing was making soup. Xixi ran to the kitchen and called out in a clear voice, "Mom, Mom."

"Hey!" Wen Qing responded, and turned her head to see Xi Xi with two pigtails, wearing overalls, with a fair and tender face and bright, lively eyes. She was very pretty. She bent down and leaned close to Xi Xi. Xi Xi stood on tiptoe, cupped Wen Qing's face in her little hands, and kissed Wen Qing on the cheek.

Wen Qing smiled and said, "Go have fun."

"Then, I'll go find my brother."

"Go."

Just as Xixi ran off, Ji Yanjun came in and hugged Wen Qing from behind, saying, "Qingqing."

Wen Qing asked with a smile, "Have you packed everything?"

"Hmm." Ji Yanjun's branch company opened in another location, and as the chairman, he should make an appearance.

"Are you leaving after you've eaten?"

"Yes, wife, I can't bear to leave you and the three of you for even a second."

Wen Qing smiled: "We'll miss you too, especially Xixi. She'll definitely cry in a bit."

Sure enough, after dinner, as soon as Ji Yanjun pulled out his luggage, Xixi ran up to him and asked, "Dad, where are you going?"

"Dad, are you going on a business trip?" Hengheng asked as well.

"Brother, what does 'business trip' mean?" Xixi turned to Hengheng and asked.

Hengheng said, "When Dad goes on a business trip, he has to stay and eat in other places, so he won't eat with us."

"Doesn't Daddy live at home? Doesn't Daddy sleep with me?" Xixi asked worriedly.

“Yes, Dad won’t be back for many days,” Hengheng explained.

Xi Xi looked up at Ji Yanjun.

Ji Yanjun picked her up and said, "Daughter, Dad is going to earn money. I'll be back in two or three days."

Two or three days, a period of time that passes in the blink of an eye for adults, feels like an eternity to a child: "No, don't let Daddy go." Xixi's little arms clung tightly to Ji Yanjun's neck.

"Be good, Mommy and your brother are home." Ji Yanjun kissed Xixi's tender little face and reached out to stroke her two little braids.

"But I also want Daddy to stay home." Xixi pouted, blinking her big, watery eyes, not wanting Ji Yanjun to go on his business trip.

Ji Yanjun felt extremely sorry for Xixi. He stroked Xixi's little face and coaxed her gently and patiently, "Xixi likes cats, right? Daddy will buy one for Xixi, okay?"

"good."

"Does Xixi also like flowers?"

"Um."

"Then Daddy will go outside and buy it for you, and then come right back, okay?"

"Okay." Xixi nodded.

Ji Yanjun then put Xixi down and said to Hengheng, "Have fun with your little sister."

“Okay, I’ll take my little sister to play on the slide,” Hengheng said.

Ji Yanjun kissed Wen Qing: "Wife, you've had a hard time these past two or three days."

"Call me when you arrive."

"Okay." Ji Yanjun let go of Wen Qing, picked up his luggage again, and had just reached the door when Xixi burst into tears. She ran over and hugged Ji Yanjun's leg, crying, "Daddy, don't go, don't want the cat, don't want Huahua, I want Daddy."

Xixi cried so hard, her little face turned red, and she clung to Ji Yanjun's leg, refusing to let go.

Ji Yanjun tenderly picked up Xixi again and threw the luggage aside.

Wen Qing sighed.

Hengheng also sighed; his younger sister was too attached to their father.

Finally, Ji Yanjun coaxed Xixi to take a nap before quietly leaving the house. He was extremely reluctant to leave, so he hugged and kissed Wen Qing repeatedly. Wen Qing smiled and said, "Go on your way."

"Wife, you must miss me."

"knew."

Ji Yanjun hugged Wen Qing and kissed her for a while.

When Ji Yanjun left, Wen Qing felt a void in her heart. But thinking of Hengheng and Xixi at home warmed her heart again, though both children were asleep.

Wen Qing was sitting in the living room reading a book when a little figure came running out of the side bedroom barefoot: "Dad, Dad."

Wen Qing looked up and called out, "Xi Xi."

Xixi turned her head, her big, watery eyes looking at Wen Qing, and asked, "Mommy, where's Daddy?"

Wen Qing didn't answer, but instead waved: "Xixi, come to Mommy."

Xixi obediently walked to Wen Qing's side, and Wen Qing hugged her. She still asked, "Where's Daddy?"

"Daddy went on a business trip," Wen Qing said softly, reaching out to stroke Xixi's little head.

Upon hearing that her father had gone on a business trip, Xixi started to pout, and as she pouted, tears began to fall.

From the moment Xixi was born, she was cared for by Ji Yanjun, who was almost always by her side. Hengheng lived alone in Shuiwan Village for a few days at a time when she was little, but Xixi never left Ji Yanjun for even a day. As soon as she opened her eyes and called for her father, he would appear immediately. Today, they were suddenly separated, and Xixi was very uncomfortable and sad.

"Don't cry, Dad will be back in a couple of days," Wen Qing comforted him.

Xixi's voice, sweet and tearful, was incredibly endearing: "I...miss my daddy."

“Daddy will miss Xixi too,” Wen Qing said. “If Xixi keeps crying, Daddy won’t like her anymore. Does Xixi want Daddy to not like her?”

"No, I want my dad to love me."

"Then Xixi, don't cry anymore, okay?" Wen Qing said gently.

"good."

"Sweetie, when Daddy comes back and sees Xixi eating and drinking well, and all chubby, Daddy will definitely smile," Wen Qing said with a smile.

"I like it when Daddy smiles," Xixi said, tilting her little head up to look at Wen Qing.

"Does Xixi like her mother to smile?"

"like."

"How about a kiss for Mommy?"

"Okay." Xixi kissed Wen Qing on the face. Wen Qing smiled, and Xixi smiled too. Her long eyelashes, like Ji Yanjun's, were covered with a thin layer of water droplets, making her look both cute and pitiful.

Wen Qing gently wiped away her tears.

For the next two or three days, Xixi was very well-behaved. Because Ji Yanjun was away on a business trip, only Wen Qing was at home. To prevent Wen Qing from getting tired, Ji Yanjun called Wen Liang, Wen Peng, and Yao Shiling. The three of them took turns visiting Wen Qing, Heng Heng, and Xixi, bringing lots of snacks and gifts each time.

Hengheng opened the package and ate it with Wenqing, while Xixi hid all the snacks and gifts.

When Ji Yanjun returned, Xixi hugged him tightly and wouldn't let go.

Ji Yanjun was also unwilling to give up Xixi.

Xixi took out all the gifts and snacks from her little drawer: "Dad, you eat."

Wen Qing said from the side, "Mom and Liangliang and Pengpeng bought it. Hengheng has finished all of it, but she hid all of hers. It seems she was saving it for you."

Ji Yanjun looked at Xixi and asked, "Daughter, is this for Daddy?"

"Mmm, I'll give them all to Daddy," Xixi said with a grin, her two little dimples at the corners of her mouth looking exceptionally cute.

Ji Yanjun suddenly fell silent.

Wen Qing watched Ji Yanjun from the side, lost in thought.

If heaven hadn't given her a second chance at life, she wouldn't have understood that Ji Yanjun's life was also incredibly difficult. Now that she's lived this long, she understands that she made mistakes in both her first and second lives—mistakes in living with such sharp edges and yet with blurred vision.

The distinction between right and wrong between people is not always clear-cut. Moreover, her way of loving Ji Yanjun was wrong, and she did not understand the way Ji Yanjun loved her. Therefore, with just a little external force, the two of them were defeated.

Looking back now, perhaps it was because she was the first to leave in both the first and second lives that Ji Yanjun experienced the pain of loss so much. Therefore, in this life, he cherishes her and her children so much that he can't bear to see them suffer even the slightest grievance, and he is also very sensitive.

Wen Qing was very fortunate to have given birth to Xixi. Xixi was cheerful, well-behaved, and loved Ji Yanjun as tenderly as she did, soothing his uneasy heart.

At this moment, Ji Yanjun's eyes welled up with tears again, moved by his daughter's presence.

Wen Qing stepped forward, hugged Xixi, and said, "Xixi is so good. Daddy loves Xixi's gift."

Xi Xi giggled.

Ji Yanjun wiped his eyes, put his arm around Wen Qing, and said, "Wife, thank you."

Wen Qing turned her head and said with a smile, "Otherwise, our daughter would see you crying."

Ji Yanjun smiled.

Although Xixi didn't see Ji Yanjun cry this time, she did see him cry once in the end.

That was when Xixi went to university in the capital, and Ji Yanjun and Wen Qing took her to Nanzhou Airport.

"Dad, Mom, don't bother seeing me off. My brother is waiting for me at the airport. Don't worry about me," Xixi said with a smile, linking one arm with Ji Yanjun's and the other with Wen Qing's.

Now Xixi is a grown woman, not only graceful and elegant, but also with a face that surpasses Wen Qing's. She loves to laugh and has a natural charm that has made her the object of many suitors since junior high school, but Hengheng has chased them all away.

Xixi herself is a girl with her own opinions. She knows exactly what she should and shouldn't do. She has always been outstanding at school and has a very good reputation.

"Did you bring everything?" Wen Qing asked.

"Mom, you and Dad have checked it three times already."

"What if you forget? If you really forget, just buy it yourself at school. Don't try to save money. Tuck yourself in at night so you don't get cold. Don't stay up late, and don't wander around aimlessly. Stay in the dorm after dark; there are a lot of bad people outside." Wen Qing was filled with worry as she thought about Xixi not being by her side.

"Okay, okay, Mom." Xixi hugged Wen Qing and said with a smile, her dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth. Wen Qing reached out and poked her: "Don't just keep smiling, you have to listen to what I'm saying."

"Okay." Xixi smiled even more broadly.

Ji Yanjun remained silent, seemingly unsure of what to say.

After Xixi went through security, she turned around and saw Ji Yanjun with red eyes, looking at her with reluctance. She waved to them and said, "Dad, Mom, I'll come back when I have a holiday."

Just as she was about to lose sight of her parents, she suddenly saw her father wiping away tears, and not just once or twice. Her heart ached.

She immediately thought of how her father used to carry her on his shoulders when she was little, taking her for walks.

She thought of her father coaxing her to sleep every night.

She thought of her father picking her up from school with an umbrella on rainy days.

She thought of a snowy day when her father carried her on his back as they walked through the snow.

She remembered what her father had told her: he didn't want her to grow up and wanted her to always be the apple of his eye.

She thought of how her father had wiped away his tears just now... Xixi couldn't help but cry, and she kept crying even after she boarded the plane. Suddenly, she didn't want to go to university in the capital. She wanted to stay with her parents forever, and the more she wanted to, the harder she cried.

"Xixi, don't cry." Suddenly a male voice came from over. She looked up and saw Zhang Yong, a man who claimed to be her brother's classmate in preschool and a college classmate.

What are you doing here?

Zhang Yong chuckled: "Just a coincidence."

Xi Xi wiped away her tears, put on her blindfold, turned her head to the side, and ignored Zhang Yong.

Two hours later, Xixi pulled her suitcase out of the airport, followed by Zhang Yong.

"Xixi, Xixi," Zhang Yong called out, wanting to help Xixi carry her things, but Xixi ignored him and strode forward on her own.

Xixi is beautiful and youthful, attracting the attention of many people, who praise her highly.

"Xi Xi".

Xixi looked up at the sound and saw a tall, handsome man in front of her, dressed casually and with an extraordinary appearance.

"Brother!" Xixi ran forward happily.

Hengheng came over with a smile, first giving Xixi a hug, then taking the luggage and asking, "Was it all right?"

Xixi smiled and said, "It went very smoothly. Call your parents and tell them I've arrived."

"Okay." Hengheng had just taken out her phone when Zhang Yong appeared, smiling faintly and saying, "Hello Ji Heng, long time no see."

"Hmm." Hengheng snorted and handed the phone to Xixi: "Call Mom and Dad." Then, dragging the luggage in one hand and putting his arm around Xixi's shoulder with the other, he walked towards the garage, as if afraid that Xixi would be snatched away.

Zhang Yong: "......."

Xixi called home, and Ji Yanjun answered the phone after it rang only once.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Yanjun sat down next to Wen Qing and said, "Hengheng picked up Xixi." After saying that, Ji Yanjun sighed.

Wen Qing asked, "You can't bear to part with Xixi?"

Ji Yanjun held Wen Qing's hand.

Wen Qing smiled and said, "Who told me that children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and that we should just enjoy our life as a couple?"

“Xixi is different from Hengheng. Xixi has never left home.”

“I’ll have to leave eventually, won’t I? I’ll get married again someday,” Wen Qing said.

Wen Qing had just started talking about getting married when Heng Heng and Xi Xi came home for the Chinese New Year. Heng Heng secretly told Wen Qing that Xi Xi was dating someone.

At this moment, Xixi was helping Ji Yanjun cook in the kitchen. The father and daughter were chatting and laughing, and seemed to be getting along very well.

Hengheng was in the living room with Wenqing in her arms, watching TV and gossiping.

"Who is Xixi dating?" Wen Qing asked.

“Zhang Yong!” Hengheng said.

"Zhang Yong?" Wen Qing asked, having heard Xi Xi mention him.

"His name is so corny, isn't it? And he's so shameless, always telling Xixi that he's my classmate from kindergarten and a college classmate. I don't know him at all!" Hengheng said.

"Watch your word choice," Wen Qing reminded him.

Hengheng chuckled and said, "He's just trying to get close to me!"

"How's Zhang Yong doing?" Wen Qing asked.

"He's definitely not as good as me!"

"Do you think he and your sister are a good match?" Wen Qing asked.

"No!" Hengheng said firmly. Although Hengheng had grown up, his love for his younger sister had not changed at all, nor had his talkative nature in front of Wen Qing: "Our Xixi is so good. Even if she doesn't find someone like Dad who is perfect in character, looks, ability, and figure, she should at least find someone like me who is perfect in character, looks, ability, and figure!"

Wen Qing ignored her self-praise and said, "I heard he's very good to your sister."

"What's so good about him, Mom? Let me tell you, he's not a good person at all. Once, when Xixi went to Tibet by train, she posted on her WeChat Moments that she was experiencing severe altitude sickness when passing through the Tanggula Mountains. The next day, that guy Zhang Yong took Rhodiola rosea and saffron and flew to Lhasa to find Xixi. But this big guy with a large lung capacity almost went into shock from the altitude sickness. He had to take medicine and get IV drips. He didn't take care of Xixi at all; instead, Xixi had to take care of him!"

Hengheng took a sip of water and continued, "Also, he told Xixi that he'd known her since he was six, and wanted to be friends with her since he was six! Six years old! Mom, what do you call this? Going to Tibet was a self-inflicted injury, and now bringing up his childhood is a psychological tactic. He's so cunning and shameless! Mom, let me tell you, before Xixi gets too deeply involved, you and Dad should quickly break them up!"

It's all mixed up...

Wen Qing hadn't reacted yet.

Xixi came out of the kitchen carrying dishes: "Brother, you're talking bad about me again!"

He sat upright, his posture upright.

Wen Qing laughed and said, "I didn't say anything bad about you, I just said you're in a relationship."

Xi Xiteng's face turned bright red.

"Did you really talk about it?" Ji Yanjun asked as he came out of the kitchen.

"No," Xixi quickly denied.

"You still say you didn't?" Hengheng retorted, "That day, I went to a restaurant to eat, how did you end up eating together?"

"Didn't you also have dinner with a girl? That girl even called me 'little sister.' You're the one who's dating!" Xixi said, putting down her dishes and grabbing Ji Yanjun's arm to tattle, "Dad, let me tell you, my brother wrote a love letter to a girl when he was in fourth grade. The girl thought it was scrap paper because his handwriting was ugly and threw it in the trash. My brother even cried because of it, Dad, and..."

"Little Xixi, you still said you wouldn't ask me for living expenses anymore."

“That’s the salary you owe me.” Xixi continued to complain: “Dad, I work for my brother’s company every weekend, and he still hasn’t paid me my wages. He insists that it’s for my living expenses.”

"Is that so?" Ji Yanjun asked.

Xixi nodded: "My brother is extremely stingy."

Wen Qing looked at Heng Heng.

Hengheng scratched his head and laughed, "Mom, you have to understand me. I'm just worried that Xixi will spend money recklessly."

"That's not what I'm asking you. I'm asking if you're really in a relationship?" Wen Qing asked with a smile.

"Mom, my brother is in a relationship, and it was my sister-in-law who pursued him," Xixi said with a grin.

The original topic was Xixi's dating life, but it turned into when Hengheng was getting married. Hengheng glared at Xixi, and Xixi giggled.

Wen Qing is quite open-minded; as long as Hengheng and Xixi are happy, that's all that matters.

Ji Yanjun felt that Xixi was in a relationship too early. Although she wasn't actually in a relationship, the signs of it were too early. He thought it would be better if Xixi stayed by his side for a few more years.

Hengheng thought so too, so she frequently reported news about Xixi and Zhang Yong to Wenqing.

for example:

Mom, when Xixi came to work here on Saturday, Zhang Yong also came, but Xixi didn't see him.

Mom, Zhang Yong brought Xixi some soup his mom made today, but I drank it and it was a bit bland. His cooking skills aren't as good as Dad's.

......

Wen Qing smiled as she looked at the message, then showed her phone to Ji Yanjun: "Yanjun, look, this is what Zhang Yong looks like. He's quite handsome, 1.83 meters tall, owns his own company, and is very capable. His family is also well-off; his parents are honest people."

Ji Yanjun glanced at it and said, "Hmph, not good enough for Xixi."

How could that be?

"He's got the looks, the figure, and the ability. I heard he's been a fan of our Xixi for many years, he's practically her devoted admirer."

"It's not good-looking!" Ji Yanjun rejected the idea with a single sentence.

Despite Ji Yanjun and Hengheng's interference for three or four years, Xixi still brought Zhang Yong to meet her parents.

Although Zhang Yong's looks were indeed not as handsome as Hengheng's, they weren't much worse. When he came to our house, he bought a small car full of gifts, saying that it's good to be generous. He bought everything that Wen Qing liked, Ji Yanjun liked, Hengheng liked, and the children of Yao Shiling, Wen Liang, and Wen Peng liked.

XiXi: "......."

He was polite and humble when he got home, which made Wen Qing very happy.

Hengheng is annoyed! Annoyed! Annoyed!

Ji Yanjun was unhappy, unhappy from head to toe!

Xi Xi whispered, "Zhang Yong, don't mind it."

"It's alright, this isn't as difficult as chasing you," Zhang Yong said with a smile.

Then Zhang Yong was too naive. After eating at home, Hengheng took Zhang Yong to Shuiwan Village to harvest wheat under the pretext of visiting his maternal grandmother. She said that it was only eight-tenths of an acre and it wasn't worth using a machine to harvest it, so they should just harvest it by hand.

Zhang Yong was tasked with harvesting the wheat. He harvested from noon until the afternoon, getting a tan in the sun. In the afternoon, he hauled the wheat to the threshing ground before finally returning to Nanzhou City.

Seeing Zhang Yong's darker complexion, Xi Xi asked with concern, "Did your brother make things difficult for you?"

"No, I just can't stand the sun."

"It must have been my brother who did this."

Zhang Yong chuckled and playfully pinched Xixi's nose, saying, "You're so wonderful. If you were my sister or my daughter, I wouldn't have married you off to another man so easily."

Xi Xi was a little touched and was about to speak when she heard a cough. Zhang Yong quickly moved away from Xi Xi and called out with a smile, "Uncle."

After humming in response, Ji Yanjun entered the study with a displeased expression.

Wen Qing brought out skincare products for Zhang Yong to apply.

"Thank you, Auntie. No need to apply it. It's okay if I'm dark-skinned," Zhang Yong said.

Wen Qing's impression of Zhang Yong improved even more.

Although Zhang Yong met the parents and received the Ji family's "reluctant" consent, it did not mean that he and Xixi had a happy ending. Hengheng and Ji Yanjun would occasionally interrupt, and although they originally planned to get married after Xixi graduated, they dragged it out for four or five years before finally getting their marriage certificate.

On the day they got their marriage certificate, Zhang Yong, holding Xixi with red eyes, said, "I almost thought I was going to be a bachelor forever."

Xi Xi burst into laughter.

On their wedding day, Ji Yanjun handed Xixi over to Zhang Yong, then turned away and burst into tears where no one could see him.

Wen Qing understood him. After finding him, she pulled him to sit beside her, reached out to wipe his tears, and said, "Yanjun, I've realized that the groom isn't as handsome as you!"

One sentence made Ji Yanjun laugh.

Wen Qing smiled and said, "We should be happy that our daughter has found her own happiness. Moreover, Zhang Yong's parents were willing to move back to Nanzhou from the capital for Zhang Yong and Xixi, which shows how much they value our Xixi, right?"

Ji Yanjun held Wen Qing's hand and kissed it: "Qingqing."

"What are you doing?"

"In the end, it's still just the two of us."

"Um."

Hengheng got married, and Xixi got married too. Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun did not live a lonely and empty life, but instead lived a fulfilling one.

Every morning, Ji Yanjun would get up and drag Wen Qing out for a run.

"I don't want to run, I don't want to run," Wen Qing shouted, but Ji Yanjun still pulled her hand and made her run a lap around the neighborhood.

After returning from their run, Ji Yanjun would cook and wash the dishes as usual.

After finishing their own business, the two lay down together for a nap, talking face to face, occasionally counting the wrinkles and gray hairs on each other's faces.

"Yanjun, you have a fine line at the corner of your eye," Wen Qing said.

"Didn't you put a face mask on me yesterday? How come another one has grown?" Ji Yanjun said, his voice already tinged with the weariness of life.

“Face masks can’t cure your aging face,” Wen Qing said.

Ji Yanjun smiled, cupped Wen Qing's wrinkled face in his hands, and kissed her tenderly: "I will love you no matter how old we get!"

"Shameless!" Wen Qing scolded with a laugh, then leaned over and kissed his cheek. Ji Yanjun smiled happily and reached out to pull her into his arms.

After waking up from their afternoon nap, the two of them stretched and chatted about everyday things, enjoying themselves immensely.

"Qingqing, potatoes have gone up in price again?"

"How much will it increase?"

"It's 50 cents more expensive per pound than last week."

"Oh, what about the bok choy?"

“The bok choy isn’t expensive.” Ji Yanjun said, then looked out the window, went into the bedroom to get a coat, and walked over to Wen Qing, saying, “Qingqing, it’s getting windy, it’s a bit cold outside.” He then helped Wen Qing put on the coat.

"You should put on another coat too." Wen Qing ran to the bedroom to get a coat and put it on him.

Then the two of them went out the door hand in hand.

In the evening, a cool breeze was blowing, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the lake, creating ripples of orange-red light that cast a soft glow all around.

Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun walked slowly along the lake, hand in hand.

Ji Yanjun asked, "Qingqing, are you cold?"

Wen Qing replied, "It's not cold, I feel warm with you here."

Ji Yanjun smiled.

Wen Qing smiled too.

After a while, Ji Yanjun said, "Qingqing, we're finally growing old together."

—The End—

Author's Note: The story is finally over. It's over. More than three months have passed, from summer to autumn. Qingqing and Lao Ji... I'm a little sad.

That's all. Thank you all for joining me. I bow to you all to express my gratitude.

I hope my writing will improve, and I hope all your wishes come true.

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The new article will be published on October 13th.

Finally, I love you all, I love Qingqing, I love Lao Ji, I love Hengheng, I love Xixi, and I love life.