Dongfang Qing led several staff members in the venue to check all kinds of equipment for the competition in an orderly manner, and after making sure that everything was in order, Dongfang Qing walked up to the judges' seat with a smile, and then sat in his place.

After exchanging a few words cordially with President Liu, and smiling and nodding to Judge Li, who greeted her, Dongfang Qing looked at the taciturn young man beside her, and after smiling gently, she naturally helped her husband sort out the wrinkles on his T-shirt.

"It's all here, smile, the reporters are here." Dongfang Qing said softly, like a little woman.

The young man with withered white hair blinked his deep black pupils in a low voice, and then smiled helplessly.

"I can't say it, and it's not for me here."

He still looked good when he smiled, but there was too much bitterness and reluctance in that smile, because he hadn't laughed for a long time, and the muscles on his face had already fallen into a kind of frozen stiffness.

Looking at the contestants from the major hotels that began to enter the venue, Dongfang Qing smiled and tilted her head, and her tone was very gentle.

"It's not good to stay at home all the time, and I've been preparing for this tournament for a long time, so I should help me."

The young man was silent for a moment, then looked up and sighed, nodding his head in resignation.

"Okay."

Dongfang Qing smiled with satisfaction, and then subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch his withered white hair, but before touching, Dongfang Qing withdrew his hand.

No matter how many times you watch it, no matter how many years you look at it, as long as you see his withered white hair, Dongfang Qing will be very heartbroken, and it hurts so much that it is difficult to breathe.

Looking at her taciturn husband, looking at her husband who was still very young, but had always given people a feeling of being a hundred years old, Dongfang Qing hung down her right hand weakly, and a trace of sadness crossed her gentle eyes.

Because he wasn't like that before.

In the past, he loved to laugh very much, and he also loved to say bad things to himself that could make her happy, and his favorite thing was to follow her, afraid that he would be abducted.

But over the years, he hasn't laughed again, and the incomparably lively and cheerful man in the past has long since become an old man who sits in front of the grave all day long.

Five years, right? Yes, it's been five years, they've been gone for five years, and he's been sitting at home for five years, just sitting in front of those graves, five years at a time.

"I'm sorry."

He said in a low voice, Dongfang Qing shook his head very considerately, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with a smile.

"It's okay, as long as you're willing to go out for a walk in the future, I'll be very happy."

"Hmm."

Leaning on her husband's ear, Dongfang Qingfeng's eyes blinked lightly and smiled mysteriously.

"By the way, there's someone you should be interested in in a moment."

"Who?"

"Hehe, you'll know when you see it."

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Dongfang Qing led several staff members in the venue to check all kinds of equipment for the competition in an orderly manner, and after making sure that everything was in order, Dongfang Qing walked up to the judges' seat with a smile, and then sat in his place.

After exchanging a few words cordially with President Liu, and smiling and nodding to Judge Li, who greeted her, Dongfang Qing looked at the taciturn young man beside her, and after smiling gently, she naturally helped her husband sort out the wrinkles on his T-shirt.

"It's all here, smile, the reporters are here." Dongfang Qing said softly, like a little woman.

The young man with withered white hair blinked his deep black pupils in a low voice, and then smiled helplessly.

"I can't say it, and it's not for me here."

He still looked good when he smiled, but there was too much bitterness and reluctance in that smile, because he hadn't laughed for a long time, and the muscles on his face had already fallen into a kind of frozen stiffness.

Looking at the contestants from the major hotels that began to enter the venue, Dongfang Qing smiled and tilted her head, and her tone was very gentle.

"It's not good to stay at home all the time, and I've been preparing for this tournament for a long time, so I should help me."

The young man was silent for a moment, then looked up and sighed, nodding his head in resignation.

"Okay."

Dongfang Qing smiled with satisfaction, and then subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch his withered white hair, but before touching, Dongfang Qing withdrew his hand.

No matter how many times you watch it, no matter how many years you look at it, as long as you see his withered white hair, Dongfang Qing will be very heartbroken, and it hurts so much that it is difficult to breathe.

Looking at her taciturn husband, looking at her husband who was still very young, but had always given people a feeling of being a hundred years old, Dongfang Qing hung down her right hand weakly, and a trace of sadness crossed her gentle eyes.

Because he wasn't like that before.

In the past, he loved to laugh very much, and he also loved to say bad things to himself that could make her happy, and his favorite thing was to follow her, afraid that he would be abducted.

But over the years, he hasn't laughed again, and the incomparably lively and cheerful man in the past has long since become an old man who sits in front of the grave all day long.

Five years, right? Yes, it's been five years, they've been gone for five years, and he's been sitting at home for five years, just sitting in front of those graves, five years at a time.

"I'm sorry."

He said in a low voice, Dongfang Qing shook his head very considerately, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with a smile.

"It's okay, as long as you're willing to go out for a walk in the future, I'll be very happy."

"Hmm."

Leaning on her husband's ear, Dongfang Qingfeng's eyes blinked lightly and smiled mysteriously.

"By the way, there's someone you should be interested in in a moment."

"Who?"

"Hehe, you'll know when you see it."

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Dongfang Qing led several staff members in the venue to check all kinds of equipment for the competition in an orderly manner, and after making sure that everything was in order, Dongfang Qing walked up to the judges' seat with a smile, and then sat in his place.

After exchanging a few words cordially with President Liu, and smiling and nodding to Judge Li, who greeted her, Dongfang Qing looked at the taciturn young man beside her, and after smiling gently, she naturally helped her husband sort out the wrinkles on his T-shirt.

"It's all here, smile, the reporters are here." Dongfang Qing said softly, like a little woman.

The young man with withered white hair blinked his deep black pupils in a low voice, and then smiled helplessly.

"I can't say it, and it's not for me here."

He still looked good when he smiled, but there was too much bitterness and reluctance in that smile, because he hadn't laughed for a long time, and the muscles on his face had already fallen into a kind of frozen stiffness.

Looking at the contestants from the major hotels that began to enter the venue, Dongfang Qing smiled and tilted her head, and her tone was very gentle.

"It's not good to stay at home all the time, and I've been preparing for this tournament for a long time, so I should help me."

The young man was silent for a moment, then looked up and sighed, nodding his head in resignation.

"Okay."

Dongfang Qing smiled with satisfaction, and then subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch his withered white hair, but before touching, Dongfang Qing withdrew his hand.

No matter how many times you watch it, no matter how many years you look at it, as long as you see his withered white hair, Dongfang Qing will be very heartbroken, and it hurts so much that it is difficult to breathe.

Looking at her taciturn husband, looking at her husband who was still very young, but had always given people a feeling of being a hundred years old, Dongfang Qing hung down her right hand weakly, and a trace of sadness crossed her gentle eyes.

Because he wasn't like that before.

In the past, he loved to laugh very much, and he also loved to say bad things to himself that could make her happy, and his favorite thing was to follow her, afraid that he would be abducted.

But over the years, he hasn't laughed again, and the incomparably lively and cheerful man in the past has long since become an old man who sits in front of the grave all day long.

Five years, right? Yes, it's been five years, they've been gone for five years, and he's been sitting at home for five years, just sitting in front of those graves, five years at a time.

"I'm sorry."

He said in a low voice, Dongfang Qing shook his head very considerately, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with a smile.

"It's okay, as long as you're willing to go out for a walk in the future, I'll be very happy."

"Hmm."

Leaning on her husband's ear, Dongfang Qingfeng's eyes blinked lightly and smiled mysteriously.

"By the way, there's someone you should be interested in in a moment."

"Who?"

"Hehe, you'll know when you see it."

——————————

Dongfang Qing led several staff members in the venue to check all kinds of equipment for the competition in an orderly manner, and after making sure that everything was in order, Dongfang Qing walked up to the judges' seat with a smile, and then sat in his place.

After exchanging a few words cordially with President Liu, and smiling and nodding to Judge Li, who greeted her, Dongfang Qing looked at the taciturn young man beside her, and after smiling gently, she naturally helped her husband sort out the wrinkles on his T-shirt.

"It's all here, smile, the reporters are here." Dongfang Qing said softly, like a little woman.

The young man with withered white hair blinked his deep black pupils in a low voice, and then smiled helplessly.

"I can't say it, and it's not for me here."

He still looked good when he smiled, but there was too much bitterness and reluctance in that smile, because he hadn't laughed for a long time, and the muscles on his face had already fallen into a kind of frozen stiffness.

Looking at the contestants from the major hotels that began to enter the venue, Dongfang Qing smiled and tilted her head, and her tone was very gentle.

"It's not good to stay at home all the time, and I've been preparing for this tournament for a long time, so I should help me."

The young man was silent for a moment, then looked up and sighed, nodding his head in resignation.

"Okay."

Dongfang Qing smiled with satisfaction, and then subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch his withered white hair, but before touching, Dongfang Qing withdrew his hand.

No matter how many times you watch it, no matter how many years you look at it, as long as you see his withered white hair, Dongfang Qing will be very heartbroken, and it hurts so much that it is difficult to breathe.

Looking at her taciturn husband, looking at her husband who was still very young, but had always given people a feeling of being a hundred years old, Dongfang Qing hung down her right hand weakly, and a trace of sadness crossed her gentle eyes.

Because he wasn't like that before.

In the past, he loved to laugh very much, and he also loved to say bad things to himself that could make her happy, and his favorite thing was to follow her, afraid that he would be abducted.

But over the years, he hasn't laughed again, and the incomparably lively and cheerful man in the past has long since become an old man who sits in front of the grave all day long.