In this way, Qi Jin and Lu Yuanyuan went from a couple to a marriage hall step by step, although the two usually quarrel occasionally over a little thing, but the life is quite stable.

"Give our children a name. ”

Lu Yuanyuan was lying on the hospital bed, looking at Qi Jin with weak eyes full of anticipation.

"Just call him...... Pray to God. ”

Qi Jin looked at the bare chick under his child, it was a boy, so he gave him a bullish name.

The implication is that when he grows up, he will become a character like Monkey King.

In this way, Qi Jin and Lu Yuanyuan spent ten years peacefully with their son, and the newborn baby also grew into a little boy at this time.

"Dad, I want to go to the playground. ”

On this weekend, Qi Jin continued to review the manuscript at home, and his son pulled the corner of Qi Jin's clothes on the side, and said to Qi Jin coquettishly.

"Xiao Tian, dad is busy, can you go find your mother?"

At this time, Qi Jin was reviewing a new book by the author of the Nine-clawed Golden Pig in his group of authors.

This author, named Nine-clawed Golden Pig, has been following him since he joined the horizontal Chinese network after graduation, and now ten years have passed, and he has grown from a budding new author who has just entered the industry to the mainstay of the current horizontal Chinese network.

However, although he is already a god-level author, he usually makes all kinds of deaths, brings bad newcomers, and sends all kinds of self-made pictures to ridicule himself in the group, which can be said to be both love and hate.

"Oh, okay. ”

Qi Tian let go of his hand in disappointment and left the study, Qi Jin stretched his waist and continued to read the new book of the Nine-clawed Golden Pig.

This is, Qijin suddenly heard the sound of QQ, opened QQ and took a look, only to see that the nine-clawed golden pig sent a mushroom head expression in the group, and there was a row of words below "What will the group leader do?

"This guy ......"

The moving mouse with black lines on his head silenced the thief's jumping nine-clawed golden pig for a day, and then clicked on his private message box and told him his opinion.

Such a day is as plain as stir-fried vegetables without salt, although it is tasteless, but it also has a unique flavor.

Another fifteen years later, Qijin is nearly fifty years old, and his wife Lu Yuanyuan also died in a car accident three years ago.

At this time, Qi Jin was already a veteran-level figure of the horizontal vertical Chinese network, and he owned five percent of the shares of the horizontal vertical Chinese network, and his life was okay.

On this day, it was the day of his son's wedding, and Qi Jin put on the most handsome suit, held the portrait of his wife Lu Yuanyuan, and came to the hotel where his son held his wedding.

In the hotel, the nine-clawed golden pig who has followed him since he was in his twenties also came here, although he is also in his forties, but his nature has not changed, and he still likes to die so much.

"I'll tell you, when I was in my first book, I wanted to break the update, and I wanted to update it, and I didn't dare to say a word of. ”

The people sitting at this table are all authors who have a good time under the hands of Qi Jin, and they are basically authors who have followed them since they entered the industry, and they can be regarded as friends for more than 20 years.

At this time, the nine-clawed golden pig held a wine glass, and his face was flushed and he bragged to the others.

Qi Jin looked at the nine-clawed golden pig who died like this, and his face unconsciously showed a smile, as if he went back to ten years ago, when his wife was still alive, he sat on the bed with himself and looked at the nine-clawed golden pig who kept dying in the mobile phone QQ group, and the two laughed at a joy.

It's a pity that things are no longer human, and the person who lived with him back then has also disappeared.

"Golden Pig, the suit is good. ”

Qi Jin stepped forward, patted the nine-clawed golden pig on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

The nine-clawed golden pig slowly turned his head and found that it was actually Qi Jin, and the wine glass in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Yo, Nantian Boss, come, touch one. ”

The Nine-Clawed Golden Pig pretended to be calm, raised his wine glass, touched it with Qi Jin, and then drank it.

"Haha, the golden pig is cowardly. ”

"It's quite pretending just now, and then it's pretending. ”

"This is what I hit the Internet, and in reality I am submissive?"

"Indeed, the old ostrich. ”

Between the laughter and laughter, Qi Jin seemed to see that not far away, a soul was waving to him, but when Qi Jin rubbed his eyes, he suddenly disappeared?

..................

Another 20 years have passed, and now Qijin is 70 years old, due to working in front of the computer for a long time, Qijin has suffered from presbyopia at this time, coupled with missing his wife excessively, and suffering from Alzheimer's.

"Yuanzi, I want to eat egg fried rice. ”

Due to the inconvenience of his legs and feet, Qi Jin could only sit on one wheel, and the whole person smiled, as if Lu Yuanyuan was standing next to him and looking at him.

On the side, Qi Tian, who is already in his forties, and his wife and grandson are watching TV.

"Dad. ”

Qi Tian got up and walked to Qi Jin's side, holding Qi Jin's wrinkled hand tightly with both hands.

"Xiaotian, what about your mother...... Fast...... Call her to me. ”

Qi Jin tilted his head slightly to look at his son, and his mouth made a slight sound.

"Good. ”

Although he knew that this was impossible, he still agreed with a choked up.

A few days ago, Qitian took Qijin to the hospital for examination, and the doctor said that Qijin is not in a good condition and may die at any time, so all of Qijin's requests, Qitian must agree, even if it is foolish, he must agree to it.

"Xiaotian, the golden pig...... Guy ...... again and he died, and thou goes...... Silence him...... Silence for a day. ”

In a trance, the nine-clawed golden pig in the QQ group began to send all kinds of emojis to death in Qijin's mind, so he said tremblingly.

"Good. ”

Qitian didn't say anything, just nodded in a choked voice and agreed.

"Little Heaven...... I...... I seem to see the balls, I ......"

Qi Jin looked ahead, and in his sight was a young woman in a white dress, pulling a somewhat shy man, running on the lawn in the park.

Qi Jin watched the picture gradually become clearer, his eyes closed unconsciously, and his breathing gradually disappeared.

"Dad!"

Qitian looked at Qijin who did not move, although he had long known that this day was not far away, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly, suddenly, Qitian's eyes flowed with tears, and his hands were tightly held Qijin who still had residual warmth, and he couldn't say anything.

Three days later, Qijin's body was sent to the cemetery by Qitian, and after the body was burned, it was packed in a small jar and placed in the cemetery that had been smashed open.

At the moment when the cemetery was filled, the prayer and others standing in front of the cemetery suddenly disappeared, and the whole picture began to fall apart.