Most of the people who live in the old house are also old.
When Song Ning went out for a walk holding his girlfriend's hand, he would see old men with gray hair, some with children, and some with his wife.
Song Ning looked at the two elderly people who were walking slowly in front of him. After a while, he withdrew his gaze and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
The other hand held Chi Wei, swayed gently, lowered his head, and followed her steps forward.
Find a group photo from the mobile phone album, click on the software, and paint their hair white.
After watching it for a while, I felt that something was missing, and my fingertips pointed on the screen, and I found another special effect of old age.
A child ran away mischievously, followed by his grandmother, or his grandmother, smiling kindly, chasing after him at a leisurely pace, and patiently coaxing him home with his toys.
There were intermittent cicadas in my ears.
The light of the street lamps was soft and soft.
Walking along the stone-paved path, my feet are slightly embarrassed.
Chi Wei looked down at the stones on the ground, smiled lightly, and said to Song Ning, "Come with me to a place on the weekend."
The people beside him didn't make a sound.
Ikeo looked to his side suspiciously.
I saw Song Ning lowered his head, his eyes fell on the phone, and his fingertips were fiddling with the screen.
There was a slight smile on his lips.
Chi Wei looked at the screen, paused for a moment, and couldn't help bending his lips.
The fingertips squeezed lightly on the softness in his hand.
Song Ning finally recovered from the picture P.
She looked at Chi Wei, her eyes lightly blinking.
"Mobile phones are so fun?" Chi Wei opened his eyes and said in a half-truthful tone, "So in Ning Ning's heart, mobile phones are more important than me."
Song Ning looked at her and suddenly laughed.
She handed her the finished photo on her phone.
"Look at this," she said.
Chi Wei looked at his old age in the photo, and suddenly, the curvature of the corners of his lips faded.
"Like this," she chuckled, her voice a little low, "a little ugly."
"It's not ugly." Song Ning shook her hand lightly on her phone, her clear eyes filled with seriousness, "Even if we get old, you are the most beautiful little old lady."
At that time, she will drag Chi Wei around to play, blinding the eyes of those young people!
I have never seen such a beautiful little old lady~
Can you imagine how good-looking such a beautiful little old lady looked when she was young
Oh, it's all hers~
Chi Wei looked at her, raised her fingertips slightly, and rubbed affectionately on her soft cheek.
A slight smile appeared on his lips.
There are many beautiful flowers blooming around the neighborhood.
Occasionally, the wind blows, and there is a faint fragrance.
Song Ning saved the photo that she had posted. When she was about to put it away, a child suddenly ran by her side, and her footsteps were a little unsteady, rubbing against her leg.
She didn't hold it steady, and the phone accidentally fell to the ground.
The small figure was stunned for a moment, then took two steps forward with short legs, and picked up the phone that fell on the ground.
"I'm sorry, sister." He returned the phone to Song Ning, raised his little head hard, and apologized in a soft voice, "I didn't mean to."
The child is only two years old, cute, well-behaved and polite.
Song Ning put away the phone, squatted down and looked at the child, his eyes were slightly bent, and he raised his hand and gently rubbed the small head.
"It's okay," she said.
She finally understood why Ikeo always liked to touch her head.
Feels good woo.
I looked around and saw no one coming here.
The child appears to be alone.
Chi Wei looked at the child and asked, "Where are your parents?"
"My mother is over there." The child pointed back to the direction of the swing in the park, with a tender voice in his voice, "I'm going to find her."
Song Ning raised his eyes and glanced over there.
There was indeed a woman sitting on the swing, looking over here.
"go quickly."
The voice whirring said goodbye, and the child ran away on his calf.
Song Ning looked at her running back, stood up, and couldn't help but sigh.
"so cute."
After a while, Song Ning retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at the person beside him, his bright eyes were slightly bent, and the clasped hands swayed gently with his steps.
"Where did you just say where to go for the weekend?"
Chi Wei glanced at her.
Song Ning held her arm and shook it gently, with a little tenderness in her tone.
"Tell me." She joked, as if the person who didn't respond just now wasn't herself.
In the distance, there are children's laughter and the rhythm of square dancing.
The night was gentle, and the soft wind blew through, with a little heat, but it was not unbearable.
Chi Wei sighed, a little helpless.
But he glanced at her again, as if he wanted to pursue it to the end: "Why do you pretend to ignore me when you hear it?"
A slight smile flashed through those light-colored eyes, Song Ning blinked, took a step forward, and simply hung on her.
"Tell me, tell me, or I'll hang on you!"
Their movements were a bit loud, and someone looked over.
Chi Wei didn't care, and hugged the person in his arms.
"Orphanage," she said softly.
When my parents were still there, they had been funding the orphanage.
Later, she replaced her parents and sent things there regularly.
Sometimes it's seasonal clothing, sometimes stationery, and more often money.
Although she is not in the country, the dean will often take pictures of her children and tell her something.
It's been a long time since I returned home, and I haven't seen it yet.
"Okay." Song Ning rubbed lightly on her, "I'll follow you wherever you go anyway."
Chi Wei looked down at her and smiled softly.
"Then go back later. When I take a bath, will Ning Ning also follow?"
"… "
Song Ning looked up at her.
"Just follow." She snorted softly, "You won't do anything to me anyway."
"Well, that's it. But—" Ikeo said, bowing his head and covering her ear, his soft voice was deliberately lowered.
"Can Ning Ning hold back?"
When she said it so straightforwardly, Song Ning's face couldn't help but heat up.
She stopped talking, turned her head and walked forward.
The fingertips did not forget to hook the tail of the pool.
The moonlight is as gentle as ever.
It was getting late, and everyone in the park went home.
The sound of cicadas gradually faded.
Song Ning hooked Chi Wei's hand and was also ready to go home.
Step on the stairs, one step up.
"Chiwei." Song Ning called to her.
"Um?"
Taking a few more steps, Song Ning looked at her.
"Can you tell me about your time abroad," she said.
A little curious, what kind of Chi Wei, who she had never seen before, looked like.
She had seen the photos of Chi Wei when she was a child and knew what she looked like now.
"There are some, you know." Chi Wei looked at her, smiled lightly, and said, "It's boring."
It is nothing more than the trivialities of life and the busyness of study and work.
Blinking slightly, Song Ning looked at her.
All she knew was the things Ikeo occasionally mentioned during online chats this year.
She shook Chi Wei's arm lightly, coquettishly.
"But I want to hear it," she said. "As long as it's about you, it won't be boring."
Chi Wei looked at her, her gentle eyes slightly bent.
She raised her hand and rubbed her head, sifting through the pictures in her mind, picking out interesting ones.
"Let me think about—"
She smiled lightly, pinching her soft hand with her fingertips.
"Go home first."
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The author has something to say:
can't stand it orz
Make up for what's missing during the day! (kowtow)
Good night! OvO