"Honey, don't be sad. I just thought of my mother and the songs I sang before, "When You Are Old," and "Father." As a result, I couldn't control my emotions all of a sudden." Fang Zhiqiang He stroked Wang Yaxin's face and said.

Wang Yaxin mostly listens to music from abroad. She has never heard of these two songs, so she subconsciously asked: "Which song?"

"When you get old, It's a song adapted from a poet." Fang Zhiqiang was about to explain to Wang Yaxin when Wang Yaxin blurted out: "Is it the poet Yeats's When You Are Old."

Fang Zhiqiang couldn't help but praise Wang Yaxin: "Yes. My Yaxin is still well-informed."

"Father, this is also an old song, sung by a middle-aged boy band." Fang Zhiqiang pulled Wang Yaxin to sit up, went to the sofa, and asked Wang Yaxin is still tired even if she keeps in this position. Continue to say slowly: "I will sing to you later. I can't do it today. My voice is not working anymore. There is a line that goes like this. I will read it to you."

"I want to be with you so much." Same as before

Holding your warm hand

But you are not by my side

Asking the breeze to carry Ankang away." Fang Zhiqiang finished these words , his eyes were a little wet again, and he quickly brought his emotions back: "Okay, okay, Yaxin, let's not talk about this tonight. I'm sorry, it made you feel bad."

"Husband, how could I? It was a good night tonight. I just feel sorry for you, Qiangzi. There's nothing else." Wang Yaxin took Fang Zhiqiang's hand and said solemnly: "Husband, give me more in the future. Tell me your mother's story. You told me too little before and I didn't dare to ask. Let me know what my mother-in-law is like and how to tell Xin Sheng about her grandma."

　"Well, let's look back later. My mother is actually quite interesting. Although she is a typical housewife, she has a lively personality and is not very strict. If she were still here, she would be able to see me. I will definitely be happy to have such a good wife like you and the lovely Xinsheng."

Wang Yaxin quickly added: "And Xiaoyu, grandma saw her grandson and granddaughter. She will definitely be very happy. When the time comes, let Xinsheng sing to grandma: My good grandma. Change the lyrics of my good mother to my good grandma. Then our mother will definitely be happy from ear to ear and keep giving Xin Sheng stuffed the red envelope."

Fang Zhiqiang couldn't help laughing, looked at Wang Yaxin, and took Wang Yaxin into his arms again. Fang Zhiqiang thought to himself how happy his granddaughter would be if her mother could live a few more years and see her grandson. Xinsheng's cuteness, Ai Li's quietness, which one will my mother like more? If the two little ones follow grandma and act like a spoiled child every day, grandma will definitely be extremely happy.

"Hubby, can you continue to eat? I'll heat it up for you." Wang Yaxin said and got up to heat up the food.

Fang Zhiqiang quickly grabbed Wang Yaxin: "No, I'm not hungry anymore, and I can't eat anymore."

Wang Yaxin nodded, knowing that Fang Zhiqiang would eat too. not going. The mood swings are so great that no one else would have any appetite.

Fang Zhiqiang pulled Wang Yaxin into his arms, and Wang Yaxin hugged Fang Zhiqiang obediently. After a pause, Wang Yaxin put her hands around Fang Zhiqiang's neck and said softly: "Hubby, I I also hope that when I am old, you can still be by my side and accompany me. When we are all old and our temples are gray, the children must have their own lives and cannot be with us as a whole. I I hope we can still cry and laugh together by then."

"What nonsense are you talking about? We are already seventy and eighty years old, and we are still crying and laughing. Haven't we cried enough? Then we will just Laugh without crying." Fang Zhiqiang scratched Wang Yaxin's nose with his finger, indicating that Wang Yaxin was talking in childish words. Gently, Fang Zhiqiang hummed the lyrics of the song When You Get Old: "

When you are old and your hair is gray

When you are drowsy

When you are old and can’t walk

Doze by the fire Reminiscing about youth

How many people loved you when you were young and happy

Admiring your beauty, falsely or sincerely

Only one person still loves you sincerely Soul

Love the wrinkles on your old face."

"I can't remember the lyrics at the end..." Fang Zhiqiang usually remembers the songs he has sung very clearly. After all, after so many years, he has indeed forgotten the latter part.

"It sounds good, Qiangzi, it sounds so good. I want to save this song and listen to it." Wang Yaxin said as she took out her phone, searched for this song, and added it to her playlist. go.

The two stayed quietly for a while, and Wang Yaxin continued: "Young couples come here to keep company, husband, I hope our relationship will always be so good. We trust each other and tolerate each other. . And, Qiangzi, I know that you are the kind of character who is particularly strong and refuses to admit defeat. You are destined to be a person who can do great things in the future, but you also know that starting a business is a life of narrow escape. Like us, we start from scratch. When you start working hard, you don’t have much to accumulate, and in addition, you are working in an unfamiliar field, and the difficulties you encounter will be beyond imagination."

Wang Yaxin raised her head and looked at Fang Zhiqiang: "If something happens, we will Let’s face it together. It’s normal to experience these hardships when starting a business. Those that can’t kill you will make you stronger. In fact, hadron, think about it from another angle. This life is like this.If you don't struggle, if you don't fight hard, if you don't make a colorful mark on your youth, what's the point? Qiangzi, I will firmly support you, and I will also be your solid backing. When we are old, when we look back on this period of time, it will be full of magnificent stories, and there will be too many wonderful moments to recall. . "

These words made Fang Zhiqiang's blood boil. Fang Zhiqiang's eyes gradually became firm and he regained his usual fighting spirit.

"My wife, fortunately have you. "Fang Zhiqiang looked at Wang Yaxin longingly, slowly lifted Wang Yaxin's body, and kissed her gently

"Mom~~~" A clear cry broke the peace of the two people.< br />
Wang Yaxin turned around and found Xin Sheng standing at the door of the bedroom with her bare feet and sleepy eyes. She was holding her plush doll Bonnie Rabbit in her hand. She couldn't open her eyes, squinting and rubbing them. Calling my mother, I tried hard to see clearly what my mother was doing in the living room.