Cen Xijun pulled half a branch and walked to the makeup mirror and sat down, and took a soft and absorbent cloth towel to wipe her long hair behind her little by little. Banzhi looked at the man who hung his head slightly through the mirror, and couldn't take his eyes off for a while. Cen Xijun's appearance is relatively cold, whether it is the lightly contoured eyebrows and eyes, or the thin lip line, it makes people feel resigned. But right now, looking at the man's slightly hazy face in the dim candlelight, Banzhi actually felt a trace of tenderness.

Cen Xijun's movements were very light, his palms running through the cloth towel between the half branches of hair, and then pressing on the scalp to wipe the top of the hair. When it reaches the bottom of the head, divide the long hair into several strands, twist them little by little, wipe them three times and comb them, and when the hair is half dry, the tangled strands are also combed.

Banzhi was very surprised by Cen Ximian's patience and meticulousness, but after the accident in the afternoon, she didn't feel any alienation and awkwardness for Cen Ximian now, but enjoyed Cen Ximi's 'help' very much.

"How old am I?"

Banzhi kept staring at Cen Xijun, his eyes were astringent, he turned his eyes, and when he retracted his gaze, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his own appearance in the mirror.

The woman in the mirror has a delicate face, fair skin, and long black and soft hair draped behind her, which is a very well-behaved appearance, but it is ...... It's a little young. Banzhi still remembers Cen Xijun saying that she has been with him for ten years, although the man has not seen his old age, but his temples have also grown gray hair, why do he still look fifteen or sixteen years old? Even if the age difference between the two is large, it is not so.

Banzhi looked at the appearance of himself and Cen Xixuan in the mirror, even if the relationship between the two is father and daughter, some people believe it. After a moment's hesitation, he finally asked.

Cen Xijun raised his head when he heard this, and was also stunned when he saw the delicate and lovely little girl in the mirror. The half-branch is still the same as it was ten years ago, and it hasn't changed at all. Since Banzhi's death, Cen Xijun's memory of Banzhi stopped at her appearance when he buried her. Seeing that she was still the same as before, the feelings that had been pent up in his heart for ten years still made him care about her appearance, so that he ignored this problem.

"Zhizhi is twenty and six years old this year."

Cen Xijun stopped the movement in his hand, held Banzhi's shoulders with both hands, and replied warmly, with no difference on his face.

"Huh? …… How old are you? ”

Listening to Cen Xiyi's words, Banzhi couldn't help but reach out and pinch his cheeks, the touch was smooth and firm, where is it as old as this!

"Twigs...... I'm ...... this year It's thirty years old. ”

Cen Xijun was a little hesitant when he said this. He was Chinese New Year's Eve years old, and he wasn't old, but when he saw the gray hair on his temples in the mirror, he wasn't sure. He knew that Banzhi was able to keep his face unchanged, presumably because he had spent the past ten years in the spirit weapon, and now he was reborn because he had no physical body through the spirit weapon.

This is nothing, after all, women love beauty, and his branches grow so well that they should be young, and he is happy for them. It's just that he blames himself, he has been tossed around in the past ten years, and now standing next to Zhizhi, he is no longer worthy of his Zhizhi.

"Thirty years old is a good time for men, and I have caught up with the blessings."

Banzhi touched and pinched his face, and when he came to the mirror, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the man behind him, who instantly dimmed his eyes. She asked such a question, she asked casually, she was his wife, she couldn't even know her husband's age, but where did she think that the person who was still happy suddenly hung his head, drooped his eyelids, and looked at the poor one.

Banzhi inexplicably understood Cen Xijun's thoughts, and before he could think about it, he blurted out words of comfort. While she was still immersed in her subconscious reaction, Cen Xijun had already circled in front of her, squatted down, and pillowed his head on Banzhi's lap.

Banzhi could only see his head when he looked down, and he didn't know what to think, her hand fell on Cen Xijun's head, and it ran down the man's long black and white hair, and it felt better than expected.

Cen Xi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, he seemed to be able to sense some love and pity in the little girl's movements, and he couldn't help but want to ask for more.

Half a branch of the hand moved, the apricot eyes blinked a few times, and suddenly laughed out loud - a thirty-year-old man rubbed his hand with his head, begging to be touched!

Being laughed at by Banzhi like this, Cen Xijun was embarrassed to make any more moves, so he had to leave from Banzhi's lap and look up at the vivid appearance of the little girl covering her mouth and snickering.

"Will Zhizhi dislike me for being old?"

Seeing that Banzhi stopped laughing, Cen Xijun cautiously asked such a sentence. He was still crouching in front of Half of the Half, holding Half of the Branch's knees with both hands, with unconscious worry and hope in his eyes.

"I don't dislike it, my husband's appearance is good, no matter how old he is, he looks good."

Banzhi's small hand held Cen Ximian's hand, looked down at Cen Ximian's eyes, and said it very seriously.

She called him husband-kun, and this was the first time she had called him. Banzhi said smoothly, without the slightest reluctance, she thought that she should have called him like this in the past. At the end of this day, Banzhi can already feel the feelings of the man in front of him, and his subconscious reactions all show the deep husband and wife affection between himself and Cen Xijun in the past.

It's that she can't remember her ten years with him, but she still loves him, this husband, this feeling, she willingly said it and gave it out.

Banzhi's face was quiet and his expression was gentle, but Cen Xijun couldn't be so calm. His branches just called him husband, in this life, the 'husband' missed ten years, he regretted ten years, waited for ten years, and now he has finally waited.

"Don't cry, I'll never leave you again."

Banzhi looked at the man who was in tears, and his back was trembling because of the crying, her eyes were hot, and she seemed to understand—understand his despair and bitterness for ten years, and understand his surprise and satisfaction at the moment. She felt sorry for him and didn't want to leave him again.

"Twig, my twig...... My wife. ”

Cen Xi's hoarse voice was choked with unconcealable choking. He knew that his current appearance was ugly, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't help it, he couldn't help it, he couldn't help it, he couldn't help it, he couldn't help it. She finally became his wife, and he said so many words 'my branches', that is, the tombstone he carved for her with his own hands had the word 'wife' written on them, but it was only now that his branches really became his branches.

"Well, the branch is the branch of the husband, and the branch is the wife of the husband."

Banzhi stroked Cen Ximian's head, wiped away the tears on his face for him, and at the same time accepted his words, such a gentle and patient appearance is the appearance that Cen Ximian has buried in his heart for ten years.

……

Since the first day of fighting, Banzhi has lived a comfortable and leisurely life with Cen Xi. Cen Mansion's family has a big business, half of the branch is not worried about food and clothing, and she doesn't need to bother to take care of all the affairs in the house, all she has to do is just enjoy.

Cen Xiyi was afraid that Banzhi would be bored, so the affairs of the cloth village were handed over to the shopkeeper under his hands, and he had been with Banzhi, often taking her out of the house to visit the market, or taking a car to a farther place to play, and the foreign drinking party took her to many times. Half of the branch is happy every time, not to say boring, but even in a daze.