Since Chen's father began to run the flower garden, he has been busy, busy will be fulfilling, more and more customers ordering flowers, he has finally put down a heart that he hangs, every night at nine o'clock is his most relaxed and happy time, he will sit in front of the stone table in the courtyard, slowly taste the mellow liquor, this is his own wine, he drinks particularly energetic, the dishes on the table have a plate of peanuts and a plate of braised fish, Chen Qian also sat in front of him, grandfather and grandson, you take a sip, I take a sip, drink very strong.

The dishes on the table are all made by Chen Qian's hand, he won't get it at first, after watching his grandfather busy in front of the stove, he is also quite ashamed, thinking that he is so big and a young man has to take care of his grandfather before and after, he really can't go, and then he will do it himself, after doing it a few times, serve the dishes in front of the table, grandpa gave a thumbs up, he will also smile heartily, he doesn't like to drink very much, but he wants to make grandpa happy, so he accompanies to drink, this drink, he drinks well, grandpa didn't stop him, The two of them push the cup and change the lamp at the table every day, which is very comfortable.

Chen's father still often can't sleep at night, he still thinks that he can write articles and rewrite for his unfulfilled dreams, but he doesn't know how to write, he feels that he is running out of words, and he writes back and forth with so many words, is it really that he is old?

He had to take out a notebook to record his current mood, writing a diary is also a way to record life, the key is that "I" is in action!

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