Si Yan suddenly understood. He patted his head and said, "Oh! I understand! Next time I will use an abacus to calculate my mother's true feelings!"
"Go to hell!" Su Jinli scolded with a smile. Although she said she was disgusted, she felt warm in her heart. She knew that the children were all filial, but they just expressed it in different ways.
The good old days: the daily life of an elderly couple
As night fell, moonlight streamed through the window, spilling into Jiang Yan and Su Jinli's room. Just as he had for the past fifty years, Jiang Yan sat by the bed, reading a storybook to Su Jinli. His voice, though slightly aged by the years, still filled Su Jinli with warmth and reassurance.
"Jinli, listen to this..." Jiang Yan read the story from the book intently. Su Jinli leaned on his shoulder, listening quietly. She closed her eyes, taking in Jiang Yan's presence, her heart filled with peace and happiness. Fifty years had changed a lot. Jiang Yan had gone from the youthful champion to a gray-haired old man, but his companionship and care for her had never changed. He was still the most important person in her life.
"Jiang Yan," Su Jinli said softly, with a hint of nostalgia in her voice, "In the next life, let's fight for sugar paintings together." She remembered the sunny afternoon fifty years ago, when they were fighting for a sugar painting on the busy street. That was the starting point of their love, full of youthful vitality and beauty.
Jiang Yan held her hand tightly, his eyes full of tenderness, and said, "Okay, in the next life, I'll let you win again. As long as you're happy, anything is fine."
"I don't want you to give in!" Su Jinli curled her lips slightly, with a hint of stubbornness in her eyes, "I want to win on my own! I want to experience those wonderful times with you again."
"Okay, okay," Jiang Yan compromised with a smile, "You are the best. No matter what time, you are the most amazing in my heart."
The moonlight shone brightly outside the window, shining on the sugar-painted phoenix at the head of the bed, a symbol of their love. The phoenix shimmered with a dreamy glow in the dim light. Su Jinli looked at Jiang Yan's graying hair, feeling a surge of emotion. So, happiness is like this: it started with a sugar painting, and after fifty years of ups and downs, it is still as sweet as honey. This sweetness is like a gurgling stream, flowing quietly in the laughter of their children and grandchildren, in every sunrise and sunset, in their clasped hands, never stopping, forever. Their love story is like a melodious piece of music, playing through the long river of time, warming the hearts of every family member and becoming an eternal and beautiful memory in the family.
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