"Would you like to 'get' a bowl of decanting soup for you?" Su Qin twisted a 'hairy' towel and wiped Yan Ke's face. Yan Ke was lying on the 'bed', his face flushed slightly from the wine.

"Stay with me...... Sleep for a while. Yan Ke squinted his eyes, and pulled Su Qin over with a very unreasonable effort and fell on himself. Next, it was a long process of moving, and when he was half-asleep and hugged Su Qin and wrapped both of them in the quilt, it was already more than ten minutes later.

This night, Su Qin slept very soundly, but Yan Ke did not sleep well. In a trance, he always sees those long-ago memories through the light veil of memories. I saw the small courtyard where he grew up, dreamed of the study that he was familiar with, and dreamed that at the end of the ancient cloister, there was an old man sitting quietly on a rattan chair with a bowl of tea next to him. The aroma of dyeing and dyeing rising from the tea accompanied him through his entire innocent childhood.

"Why are you crying?" Su Qin was stunned, looking at the man lying quietly beside her, and didn't know how to react for a while.

Yan Ke stretched out his hand and 'touched' his face, and his face was wet. On this not-so-cold night, the wine 'spirit' seemed to bring out some unspeakable memories from his mind.

"Su Qin, I want to go back and have a look." Yan Ke hugged the 'female' person tightly in his arms, absorbing a little warmth and strength. Su Qin seems to be weak, but she has more flexible strength than him. Like another tree growing near him, its roots clinging to the ground, it can give him the most unwavering support and strength on every stormy night.

"Then we'll go back." Su Qin patted Yan Ke's back kissingly, like treating a child who had a nightmare. Of course she knows where Yan Ke said 'go back'. The old house in City C will always be his heart's home.

When the white 'colored' BMW slowly drove into the Yan family's old house, Yan Ke remained silent in the driver's seat. Su Qin sat in the back seat, holding the child in her arms, and did not disturb him soundly. This place, for Yan Ke, has too many memories, which she has never touched, another world.

"Qinqin, get out of the car." Yan Ke got out of the car and opened the car 'door' for Su Qin, and Su Qin got out of the car with the child in her arms. She didn't feel at ease about leaving her child in the hotel, but she had to look at it herself to feel at ease.

Following behind Yan Ke, Su Qin looked at this ancient and fragrant old house. She hasn't been here many times, but she can see that the old mansion now, compared with the past, has been replaced by the vicissitudes and fatigue of the years, adding a touch of inexplicable desolation and loneliness.

"Su Qin, look at this tree." Yan Ke pointed to a lush tree in the courtyard and said to her, "This tree was planted by the old man himself when I was one year old. Now, it's so big. ”

The camphor tree, which has 30 annual rings, has lush foliage and grows lush even in the cold winter. Yan Ke 'touched' the rough bark of the tree, and then looked at the two trees standing side by side next to this tree. After the three brothers were born, the old man planted trees to commemorate their birth.

"You three brothers, who grew up in the same place, are ostensibly competing with each other for sunlight and soil, for air and for all the resources that can make you grow. However, in reality, your roots are tightly coiled underground, and when the storm comes, only one another is truly dependent. ”

The words of the year are still in my ears, but what made them come to this point later? Looking back on the past years, it turned out to be like an empty 'hole' and 'blurred' years. Now, the three brothers are on their own side, and he and Yan Jingdu are still in contact with each other, and Yan Rui, who went to the northwest, is afraid that he has been bent over by the wind and frost of the years, right?

Yan Ke looked at the tree in front of him silently, and his thoughts seemed to be attracted by some kind of black 'hole'-like emotion, spreading a deep sadness.

"Second young master, the old man let you into the house. It's cold outside, don't freeze the little master. "Sister-in-law Wu stood at the entrance of the 'door' and greeted Yan Ke with a familiar 'kiss'. However, if you distinguish it carefully, you can hear a little embarrassment and 'agitation' from it.

Yan Ke turned his head and looked at this old maid who had served the Yan family for nearly thirty years. When she entered the Yan family, she was only in her early twenties, helping in the kitchen, and now she is the supervisor of the entire Yan family.

"Huh." Yan Ke nodded, put his arm around Su Qin's shoulder, just like countless ordinary men in this world, took his wife and son and returned to his home during the Chinese New Year.

Yan Ke took Su Qin to his room, the three of them all lived on the second floor, and he was the only one who lived in a small suite with one bedroom and one living room, and even Yan Yu had to let him head in the Yan family.

However, five years have passed, and the furnishings of this small suite are still the same as they were five years ago, as if he had never left. At this moment, Yan Ke even felt that his nose was a little sour.

"Go see the old man." Su Qin put her son on the 'bed', and when she saw Yan Ke's 'confused' face, she couldn't help but push him.

When people are young, they always feel that they don't care about anything, and they feel that no one in this world can live without anyone. However, after gradually maturing, you will find that the best is the years that you can't go back. And the gap with relatives is always a wound buried in the bones.

Yan Ke 'touched' Su Qin's hair, turned around and went out of the 'door', and walked to the small study around the corner. He remembered that when he had just decided to be with Su Qin, he was also like this, and walked to the 'door' of Old Man Yan's study in a nervous mood.

He raised his hand and knocked on the 'door', and heard an old and familiar voice from inside: "Come in." ”

He pushed open the somewhat heavy wooden 'door', and the old man in his memory was still sitting on a rattan chair in the study, with a bowl of tea next to him, and a quiet and distant atmosphere wafting in the air.

Old Man Yan put the magnifying glass in his hand on the book spread out on his 'legs', raised his wrinkled face, and smiled slightly relieved: "I thought you would come back two years late, but I didn't expect it to be earlier than I thought." ”

"Grandpa......" Yan Ke choked up a little, the tough old man in his memory was really too old to look good, making people feel that he would sleep forever in the next moment.

"Since you're back, play a game of chess with me." Old man Yan turned out the chessboard from under the small coffee table with difficulty, put it on the table, looked at Yan Ke with an expectant look, and looked at the grandson he raised with his own hands: "I'm old and slow to play chess, don't dislike me as an old man." ”

Yan Ke nodded and sat down opposite Old Man Yan. When he was playing chess, he saw the magazine spread out between Old Man Yan's 'legs', and he was young and bright. It was an interview he had given to a financial magazine last month, and by this time, he felt a drop of water fall on the back of his fallen hand.

"Grandpa......" Yan Ke couldn't cry.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back. It's all over, and grandpa has something wrong with ......" Old Man Yan gently patted the wide back of his grandson who had grown up, just like comforting a child who had not grown up.

This year, the Yan family had a particularly lively life, as if the old tree had sprouted. Yan Dongsheng took Yan Rui back from the northwest after a storm, and Yan Jing and Yan Yu also dragged their families with them.

Yan Ke drank and drank slightly, looking at the fireworks rising outside the window, and the corners of his lips were faintly smiling, just like the rebellious teenager back then. Su Qin leaned on his shoulder, looking well.

Yan Jing carefully put Qin Xiaoxiao on the 'bed', and at this moment, the unbearable memories of his previous life seemed to have left him. At this moment, he, like the man who is about to become a father all over the world, wholeheartedly longs for the child in his wife's womb.

Yan Yu leaned on Yuan Qingyun's arms, his expression was serene, thinking about what happened this year, and then gave a 'kiss' in the corner of Yuan Qingyun's lips: "Next year will be better." ”

And Yan Rui hesitated for a long time and dialed a string of numbers that he knew by heart.

"Who are you?"

Yan Ruiliang didn't say anything for a long time, and it wasn't until the person on the other side of the phone wanted to hang up the phone that he said, "It's me." ”

The 'woman' on the other end of the phone widened her eyes in surprise for a moment, and her eyebrows and eyes were clearly the glorious appearance of the 'spring' of the year, but there was a touch of maturity and the vicissitudes of the world.

Two years later

Yan Ke waited anxiously outside the delivery room, and Su Qin's screams came out of the 'door' from time to time, making him feel extremely worried.

"Can't you just be calm? It's not the first time again! Gu Ran, who was in the middle of the night, pressed Yan Ke's shoulder with one hand and pressed the stiff man on the bench in the hospital.

"I will never give birth next time." Yan Ke's hands were cold and cold, his pupils were not focused, and he just looked at the 'door' nervously. Forgive him for being a coward, because he didn't even dare to go in and take a look.

"I'm going to have a ligation...... Never give birth again. Yan Ke swallowed, and Gu Ran silently rolled his eyes beside him.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a cry from behind the 'door'! It was very loud, and it fell on Yan Ke's ears, which had been 'blinded', which was tantamount to afternoon thunder.

A nurse in white came out of it: "Mr. Yan, he is a little daughter, weighing six catties and two taels, very healthy!" ”

Yan Ke breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his 'daughter' who had just experienced the catastrophe of life and death, and asked the nurse, "Where is my wife?" ”

"Mother and son are safe, Miss Su is asleep now, you can go and see her."

As soon as the nurse's voice fell, Yan Ke had already followed the 'bed' away.

If Yan Ke was ecstatic when his son was born, then when this 'daughter' who combines the characteristics of him and Su Qin in appearance was born, he was already so happy that he didn't know what to do.

The ecstasy of buying a page in the British Times to tell the world about the birth of his 'daughter' made everyone around him roll their eyes for a while.

And choosing a name for a newborn is another huge project. To this end, he consulted the professors of the Department of Literature, trying to give his 'daughter' a catchy and meaningful name. However, no matter which word it is, he doesn't think it's good enough for his precious 'daughter'.

When the 'girl' turned one year old, Yan Ke took the 'girl' and took a few notes with her name written on them to the cemetery.

His father and mother were buried here, and although there was only a well-dressed grave, he insisted that their graves stand in the same place.

"Mom, I'm coming to see you." Yan Ke squatted down and 'touched' the low and cold tombstone. Fang Ru in the photo is in her twenties, and there is still youth and immaturity between her eyebrows and eyes. This was simply turned out by Yan Ke from Fang Ru's previous old photos, just to look more compatible with his father who died young.

With Fang Ru's beauty-loving 'sex', she definitely doesn't want to, use a fifty-year-old face to go underground to meet her thirty-year-old husband.

"Mom, this is your granddaughter, who just turned one year old today." Yan Ke sat in front of the tombstone and chattered for a long time, nothing more than talking about what he had done these days. Finally, he pulled out three pieces of paper from his pocket, the three he had picked out of the vast sea of names, and only one of them had his own name written on it.

"Mom, come and choose a name for your granddaughter." After speaking, he threw three small paper balls on the ground, picked up another one casually, and opened it: Yan Mi'er.

This is really the name he took before, the one that everyone laughed at for a long time.

"Mom, you and I really deserve to be mother and son." Yan Ke stroked the tombstone with a soft smile: "Your granddaughter, she will be called Yan Mi'er in the future." ”

And Yan Mier's child, who had just turned one year old, was sleeping soundly and didn't know what was going on.

Yan Ke kissed the 'girl' on the forehead, and the tenderness in his eyes could melt into water. Neither his mother nor his wife ever had a perfect life. And he only hopes to make up for all his regrets on his 'daughter', and wishes her a smooth life, happiness and sweetness.

The June sun is like fire, and the leaves are swaying slightly in the wind, sweeping out dappled light and shadow.

This year, Yan Ke was thirty-four years old, and it had been ten years since he first met Su Qin.

------Off topic------

I originally wanted to write a fan who became a cat, but I felt that it was the most appropriate place to let the story end here. In the end, it is not so much Su Qin's love as it is to say that this is through Su Qin's eyes, narrating Yan Ke's life. From the age of twenty-four to thirty-four, from immaturity to maturity.

I really want to say sorry to those readers who chased it to the finale. In fact, by the twelfth of the fan, it should be the ending of 'handing' on behalf of everyone, the real finale, the previous ending, is too sloppy......

The story has ended here, thank you to all the readers who accompany me~ Love you, Mo Mo Da~ An An's next book (not a celebrity) has begun, the wealthy 'family' is favored, and the arrogant and awkward man ~ I hope you like it~