Hearing the commotion, she turned her head and saw Xiao ng.
Su Xiaong was wearing a short T-shirt, denim shorts, her hair tucked behind her ears, looking clear and clever.
Yin Shihua also ca over when she heard the noise, and upon seeing Xiao ng, hurried to the kitchen to cut so fruit.
"Third sister, you don’t have to busy yourself, I won’t be staying long."
"Cutting so fruit won’t take long!"
Su Xiaong shrugged, having no choice but to let Yin Shihua be.
She ca today, and the two elders knew about it. What she intended, the two elders understood too.
Xiao ng pulled up a chair and sat next to the elders, taking so prepared docunts from her bag for them to review,
"The transfer procedures for the hostead haven’t been completed yet. The day before yesterday, Yin Shiqing had already gone through the necessary procedures, but there are still so docunts that require you two to sign."
"Hmm."
Zhou ngqin took the docunts, glanced through them, and signed her na.
When it ca to Yin Shaohui, he didn’t hesitate either, took a pen and signed his na.
The docunts returned to Su Xiaong’s hands, and without saying anything, she put them back in her bag.
"It’s been a long ti since I’ve seen Huaiyu and Jinxi... When those two little ones were around, it was noisy, and now that they’re apart, I and their grandpa miss them terribly."
Zhou ngqin sighed.
Su Xiaong laughed,
"Since Ming Lang is free, I’ll have Ming Lang bring the two little ones over to stay for a couple of days."
"Really?"
Su Xiaong looked at her elderly mother, her deeply sunken eyes shining brightly with joy.
"Of course, I’ve been thinking of getting a place in our community to live closer. Then you can often see Shuangshuang and Huang Huang, right?"
Yin Shaohui froze for a mont hearing this, gazing at his wife...
Zhou ngqin’s expression was calm, genuinely calm...
Her deeply sunken eyes held a faint sense of comfort and tranquility.
Sunlight stread into the room, forming golden beams...
Yin Shaohui wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Looking at his wife’s calm face, it seed like ti had smoothed out one’s rough edges and washed away all the glories.
"Yin Family"...
This heavy burden had already been lifted from his wife’s shoulders.
It should... also be lifted from his shoulders.
Su Xiaong sat next to the elders for a long ti, without discussing the Yin Family, Yin Household, or any of their misfortunes.
She kept them company, reminiscing about the ti when she studied in Bath, speaking of emotions, life, and society from the elders’ era...
Though she said she wouldn’t stay long, she stayed until evening when the sunset dipped to the horizon.
"Haha! At that ti, where was there any free love, so you young people truly don’t realize how lucky you are!"
Yin Shaohui heartily talked about the era of his youth!
"So you and mom didn’t have free love?"
"Cough cough... Well, I insisted on marrying her!"
Yin Shaohui slightly raised his chin, feeling the stubble on his chin with his wrinkled hand...
His eyes drifted, as if back to his most untad youthful days...
As if back to the ti of galloping and commanding...
As if back to...
"When people get old, besides getting uglier, their skin becos thicker. Who was it who knelt outside the Zhou Family gate for a whole day and night?"
"Cough cough!"
Yin Shaohui quickly coughed twice; whenever he wandered off-topic, his wife wouldn’t let him get away with it.
"Haha!"
Su Xiaong rested her chin in her hand, listening to the two seventy or eighty-year-old elders bickering like children.
She could also see the two of them sitting side by side in a not-so-long rocking chair... the old man’s hand gently holding the old lady’s...
It looked... loose and relaxed, not like young people who cling tightly even when holding hands, feeling the urge to embrace as if glued all over.
That seemingly necessary demonstration of their affection to the world through the most intimate postures...
Xiao ng watched the two elders before her, her eyes full of longing.
Shixiu... please co back soon, even if it’s just to let know your whereabouts.
Have you been injured?
Aren’t you... afraid of telling about injuring your eye again like last ti, thinking I’ll worry?
Or is it... that this ti you’ve been hurt more than before?
Still...
I’m not afraid, even if you’ve lost a leg, or an arm, or can only breathe...
I’m not afraid...
Just tell , wherever you are, no matter how far, I will go to get you...
We... are such a good match, love each other so much... At the very least, we ought to be together until we grow old with grey hair, like Dad and Mom...
In the worst case, at least... at least... we should be together, right...
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