The old man carefully picked up the things on the stall, his movements were very careful, his eyes were gentle, as if he remembered some of the past, roughly after seeing Yan Bai and Ji Baimo, some of the past couldn't help but pour out, wanting to find someone to talk to, the old man laughed, his skin was wrinkled together, full of traces of time, extremely kind.

"Look at the objects on my stall, how fine it is, my wife is a good hand at carving, when I was young, I was able to paint very well, always painting all kinds of sugar paintings to amuse her happy, just like that, we came together, this car was made for me, I don't know how many people envy me for marrying such a clever daughter-in-law." The old man took off his reading glasses and touched his eyes, as if he was blinded by the wind and sand.

"My old man has a little too much to say today, hehe, I bless you little couple, grow old together!" The old man packed the last items on the stall into the car, took off the apron on his body, and he was wearing a neat tunic, which could be vaguely seen from the silhouette, and he was also a handsome guy when he was young.

"Okay, grandpa, then I wish you and your wife a speedy meeting." Yan Bai took the sugar painting in his hand, stretched out his tongue and licked the sugar painting in his hand, the sweetness of the slightest button danced on the tip of his tongue, Yan Bai smiled at the old man, as if he was talking about his best wishes.

When the old man heard Yan Bai's words, the smile on his face widened, and he nodded, as if he really liked Yan Bai's blessings.

"Little girl, thank you for your blessings, you are different from those people, I, not rare to live a long life." The old man shook his head and pushed his little car away and walked away, his eyes fell on the splendor in front of him, the lights were bright, the New Year was approaching, and every family would have a light on in their homes, waiting for the returnees.

He's ...... I just looked forward to it, and the wife at home turned on the lights, warmed the wine, and fried two side dishes waiting for him to come home, which was enough.

Living a long life is sometimes a curse of loneliness.

……

Yan Bai and Ji Baimo stood in place and watched the old man gradually drift away, Ji Baimo gathered the clothes that Yan Bai was leaning on, then lowered his head, took a bite of the saccharification in Yan Bai's hand, and with a crisp click, the crystal clear sugar painting crumbs slowly melted on the tip of Ji Baimo's tongue, he licked his lips, took Yan Bai's hand, withdrew his gaze at the old man, and spoke.

"Let's go, let's continue shopping, tell me when we're tired, and we'll go home."

"Hmm." Yan Bai nodded, retracted her gaze, she held a small red lantern in one hand, and a sugar painting in the other, she could hardly empty her extra hands, she raised her eyes to look at the long street in the distance, the lights were gorgeous, the crowds were surging, the aroma of food was mixed with some other flavors, she also lowered her head and bit a piece of sugar painting, clacking it in her mouth, pursing her lips.

It was as if they were going to walk down this street and they would be able to walk to the old age.

Or just like.

Yan Bai lowered her eyes, her smile was sweet, her eyes were thin, and her thick curly eyelashes were like butterfly wings, trembling lightly.

114 somehow, feeling a little flustered about the recent days, reminded it of the mysterious tyrant.

After the last live broadcast, the live broadcast room was never opened again.