The cold wind was blowing outside the window. Chi Lanlan looked at the snowflakes on the window and silently wrapped her down jacket tighter.
The door was pushed open at this time.
Zhou Jingyun walked in from outside.
Chi Lanlan stopped what she was doing and looked at Zhou Jingyun.
Zhou Jingyun stopped at the entrance and took off his coat first.
He stood there and rubbed his hands to warm them up before walking up to Chi Lanlan.
The tip of Zhou Jingyun's nose was a little red, which showed that it was really cold outside.
"Let me pour you a cup of hot tea." Chi Lanlan said as she was about to get up.
Zhou Jingyun quickly stopped her: "Wait a minute, I'll be there by myself. It's too cold. Lie down in the bed and don't move."
Chi Lanlan then asked, "How is Grandpa?"
Zhou Jingyun first poured a glass of water and held it in his hand. His originally cold hands now felt a little warmer.
Feeling that his body was not so cold anymore, he sat down next to Chi Lanlan, hugged her in his arms, and said, "He couldn't eat before I went over. When I came out just now, he drank half a cup of milk."
Suddenly remembering something, he stood up again, walked to the door, and took out a small cup from his coat.
"Grandpa asked Secretary Gao to bring this for you. He said drinking millet porridge in an old cup can calm your stomach."
Chi Lanlan did feel a little nauseous these two days.
The enamel cup was quite small and delicate. It was kept in Zhou Jingyun's coat pocket and still had a hint of warmth when he took it out.
It is indeed an old cup and you can tell it’s quite old.
Chi Lanlan said: "It's rare that at his age, he still remembers these trivial matters."
Zhou Jingyun held Chi Lanlan's hand and held her hand in his palm.
Seeing the wool lying next to her, she said, "Why are you knitting a sweater? Didn't grandma knit it for the child?"
Chi Lanlan looked at the scarf she had half-finished and said, "This is not for children."
Only then did Zhou Jingyun discover that the wool was gray.
"If it's not knitted for a child, then it doesn't matter. Put it aside."
Chi Lanlan retracted her hand and took the wool in her hand again: "The weather is so cold, I can't wait."
Zhou Jingyun said, "Leave it to me, I'll weave it."
Chi Lanlan paused and asked, "You can even knit?"
Zhou Jingyun glanced at her, and that look seemed to be saying, who are you looking down on?
But Chi Lanlan still didn't let go.
Zhou Jingyun looked at Chi Lanlan and said, "It's too cold. Go lie down in bed and tell me what style you want to make. I'll go wash my feet and wait for me to make it."
After saying that, he got up and went out. When he came back, Chi Lanlan was still going on.
But she was now a little faster, and was already a palm's width away from him when he just went out.
Seeing that she had not rested yet, Zhou Jingyun squeezed in and lay down next to her, and took the wool from Chi Lanlan's hand.
Seeing his persistence, Chi Lanlan let go and said, "Do you know who this scarf is for? Are you just going to snatch it away like that?"
Zhou Jingyun looked back at Chi Lanlan, his eyes sweeping across her lower abdomen, his Adam's apple rolling.
He pressed his thigh against her knee through his cotton pants: "No matter who it is, I can't steal your rest time at this time."
Chi Lanlan suddenly laughed, very happily. She reached out her hands from behind and put them around Zhou Jingyun's waist.
Resting her chin on his shoulder, she leaned close to his ear and said, "This is the scarf I knitted for you."
It felt warm and itchy, spreading around my ears.
Zhou Jingyun suddenly hugged Chi Lanlan.
He thought she was knitting clothes for the child, but later found out that they were not for the child, so he thought they were for his father-in-law and mother-in-law.
Chi Lanlan stretched out her hand and said, "I've already knitted halfway. Let me finish knitting this piece of love."
Zhou Jingyun kissed Chi Lanlan on the cheek.
"Go to sleep, I'll take care of the rest."
Chi Lanlan pinched Zhou Jingyun's waist and said playfully, "Then when the time comes, you must not tell me that my love is only half."
Zhou Jingyun's gaze gradually deepened, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times. He moved the knitting needles farther away, then hugged her tightly in his arms and showered her with intensive kisses. Knowing that Chi Lanlan was almost suffocated by his kisses, Zhou Jingyun let her go.
He took a few deep breaths to calm his burning body, touched Chi Lanlan's hair and said, "You go to sleep first."
With Zhou Jingyun by his side, straight man Lan simply lay down.
While supporting Mao Xian, Zhou Jingyun said to Chi Lanlan, "Today, in order to give the old man some motivation to live, I said that I would let him choose the child's name."
Chi Lanlan put her head against Zhou Jingyun's thigh, hugged his legs and said, "Well, since it has been decided, let grandpa choose the name."
Zhou Jingyun said: "I'll leave the nickname to you."
Chi Lanlan was not in a hurry about this matter as there were so many old men at home.
"Or should I leave the nickname to grandma?"
Zhou Jingyun said, "I think Grandpa will use this as an excuse to talk to Grandma."
Chi Lanlan blinked her eyes. She felt that this was absolutely possible.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I think it's entirely possible that grandpa would do that."
There's no need to even talk about betting.
Zhou Jingyun kept moving his hands while saying, "It's his own choice. Now I can only see for myself."
Chi Lanlan felt that the old man was also a pitiful man.
"Forget it, let him spend his final days however he wants."
Zhou Jingyun nodded, stopped what he was doing, stroked Chi Lanlan's hair and said, "You go to sleep first."
Chi Lanlan was no longer polite to him.
After all, she has been very busy and rarely has free time. She originally wanted to squeeze out time to knit a scarf for Zhou Jingyun, but now that Zhou Jingyun made it herself, she saved the money.
Seeing Chi Lanlan sleeping peacefully, her curled eyelashes like a butterfly resting on a flower, forming a perfect arc, Zhou Jingyun leaned over and kissed her on the forehead: "Wife, good night."
Chi Lanlan fell asleep, but the corners of her mouth were inexplicably raised.
…
The weather was very cold. Zhou Benyu took a Xinhua Dictionary and looked left and right, flipping up and down.
Gao Qiang poured him some water, but he refused to drink.
Gao Qiang had no choice but to say, "Old leader, the weather is cold, if you don't want to drink too much, then have a few sips."
Zhou Benyu's answer was: "No hurry, no hurry."
The most urgent thing now is to do an infinite number of things within his limited time.
He must think of a name for his great-grandson; this may be the last meaningful thing he does in this world.
In the past, he always thought about playing the role of Zhou Benyu well.
While he lives in this world, he must announce to the world that he is a useful person.
So, he worked hard, diligently, and tried his best to serve the people.
But as he grows old and takes his last breath, what he wants to do now is to make up for his past debt to the person he loves most.
Song Lingshu's remarriage was a great shock to him, as if it was a profound lesson for his soul!
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