The dinner for the three of them was quiet and harmonious, and the aunt was even more pleased. In previous years, Xia Qing's family would also come, after all, it was his uncle's birthday, and this year Xia Qing was hospitalized, and Zhao Xiaojing was busy taking care of him, so he simply didn't come.

In the afternoon, Xia Xin sent a chicken and some fruit. "Aunt knew that Xia He could see the problem, so she took the initiative to tell Xia He.

"Hmm!" Xia He didn't react, she wouldn't have trouble with food, it didn't matter who bought it, she could fill her stomach.

Xia He can't be angry with food, people are people, things are things, they should eat, they should drink, Xia Xin doesn't have the ability to make himself forget.

Dinner for three people, but it was like a lonely drink, not sensual dissatisfaction, but spiritual loneliness.

Xia He slowly painted the gray past with his own colorful, and the background color of the gray line of the grass snake in his childhood did not defeat the slender figure.

After being confused for so many years, he finally escaped the situation of being at the mercy of others for Xia He, said those things that he didn't dare to say, and did those things that seemed out of line, he was not afraid of hurting anyone, and he would not stop there.

Xia He didn't let go of the night with Fang Zeyu, perhaps, all the resentment had been drowned in the wine that night.

The uncle was unexpectedly drunk, chattering about his past regrets, his apologies to Xia He, and the stories he missed. The aunt helped him to lie on the sofa, and Xia He helped clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Uncle seemed pleased. Xia He stood by the sink and watched his aunt wash the dishes.

She had never known that it was such a pleasure to accomplish something with her loved ones, and as she did now, she didn't do anything, but as long as she stood by her aunt's side, she seemed to be very energetic.

"yes, it's his birthday today, and he's going to retire next month. The aunt rinsed the foam off her hands, then turned around and went to the fridge to get the fruit.

"I cut the watermelon. Xia He helped deliver the fruit pot.

Xia He turned his head and glanced at the man who was sleeping on the sofa, he had been timid all his life, but he had also been kind all his life, maybe he finally felt that the hesitation of his youth had hurt Xia He, so in his old years, he slowly felt indebted.

When a person begins to look back on life, the greatest kindness in his heart will be aroused.

"Watermelon is watermelon, it's okay to be happy today. After the aunt had washed the fruit, she began to cook decanting soup for her uncle.

The couple has lived half their lives so plainly, Xia He doesn't know if there are any disputes in their past, but the mutual involvement and care for each other does make him somewhat envious.

Such an ordinary beauty, but you can't find it in your own home, and even a casual turn back is a luxury.

The aunt chased the soap opera as usual, and Xia He made a fruit platter so that the aunt could have snacks to eat while watching the drama. The content in the play is the same, love at first sight between the protagonists, and then all kinds of misunderstandings, which can be explained clearly in one or two sentences, and then it is abused to the death.

Xia He nibbled on a watermelon to check information on the Internet, and then used Li Qianhe's account to log in to the student exchange network of Kuncheng University to learn about the news of Kuncheng University during his absence.

Li Qianhe's last footprint is a travel guide, below which there are a bunch of eldest ladies and young masters shouting to go together, and then at the time when they fall into the sea, they are all red candles.