"My youth didn't begin until I was 25.
When I was in school, there were only endless papers and paintings, as well as thick exercise books. The abortions, cheating, car accidents, and dropping out of the youth series made me suspect that I had passed a fake adolescence.
Later, I thanked my former self, thanked him for working so hard and working so hard, so that when I was 25 years old, I had the confidence to hold back... Well, I was held by her, and then told her: I will marry you.
The sun was just in April, and the catkins were flying on the street. When I turned around, she was not far behind. That was the beginning of love—well, I was wrong again, to be precise, it was the beginning of love I thought.
In fact, love already existed two years later.
Weird words, but true, our love already existed "early" two years after we first met.
But that doesn't matter, before I met her, I thought I was only half alive.
What does it mean to be half alive? —I can't find the meaning of existence, just eat, sleep, paint, and make money step by step.
But then I didn't think anything was wrong.
Isn't that what life is like? As long as you are alive—no, no, I discovered later that the world is more colorful than a drawing board.
She is like one of the three primary colors, with colorful light, which can bring out various colors of life.
That is real light.
I have to say thank you to the past me, and the future me, you remember to... Forget it, the baby is crying again, I have to change his diaper—"
creak!
There was a soft knock on the study door, and Qin Guanglin closed his notebook vigilantly and looked back.
"Dad, what are you doing sneakily?" Qin Anya walked over mysteriously as if she had discovered some little secret.
"Go, go, have you finished memorizing English? If you don't pass the exam, watch out for your mother to get mad!"
Qin Guanglin is very annoying, the child is not as honest as when he was a child when he grows up, and when he is about to enter high school, he spends all day idle around and peeking at what her father is doing in the study.
"Oh, I'm here to ask you to eat, and you can recite it after eating."
"You go first."
Seeing his daughter walking out step by step, Qin Guanglin took out the small lock from the drawer, locked the notebook carefully, and put it on the top shelf of the bookshelf.
After having a son, he didn’t know how he got amateur interests. Maybe he was influenced by He Wu, and he liked to scratch on the pen more and more. At first, he just wrote a diary to record the growth of his daughter and son. Write letters to yourself - of course you can't let them see it, so why not, lock it up like a thief, and only show it to yourself.
Fortunately, I don't like fishing. I heard people say that a sudden liking for fishing is a sign of loss of sexual desire... Although I don't understand it very well, but avoid it if you can.
Xiao Yu didn't want a second child, it's quite scary when you think about it.
"Moji for a long time, why are you hiding in there to have a baby?" Why not supervise the siblings after washing their hands - in fact, only Qin Anyi was the one to supervise, and Qin Guanglin came out of the study after sitting down after turning around.
"Well, give them another younger sister, and fight poison with poison."
The old god Qin Guanglin sat down on the main seat, digging his ears with his little finger, and staring at him without chopsticks, he had no choice but to get up and wash his hands.
You have to set an example for your children.
"Go to grandma's house tomorrow... Anya, remember, just hold her arm and act like a baby, and let her move in here. An Yi, if grandma doesn't come, you will cry. Remember, it's up to you two."
He might as well take the chopsticks and tell the two of them, vowing to bring the old lady here.
"knew."
"Uh-huh."
Eight-year-old Qin Anyi held the bowl and nodded.
"Do you think that the old street would not be so troublesome after it was demolished?" Qin Guanglin said after washing his hands and sitting down.
"Isn't the key point that it hasn't been dismantled? Last time I saw she was loose. I think I can pack up my things and move them here tomorrow. You can tidy up that room in a while."
"Oh, it's up to you."
After the family of four finished their meal slowly, Qin Anya took the book to the balcony to recite vocabulary in a low voice, preparing for high school. Qin Anyi was supervised by He Wu, reluctantly took out her elementary school textbooks, and lay down on the table to do homework.
I don't even have the opportunity to copy my homework. It's really hard for my mother to be my own teacher.
Like a leader, Qin Guanglin walked around with his hands behind his back, nodding in satisfaction, so why not give him a blank look, "Come and teach him."
"No, I've just had enough, so I can't be angry."
"..."
Professional matters are left to professional people. Qin Guanglin, who once taught his son to do homework, almost collapsed. He is not as smart as his sister at all. If he didn't look almost exactly like him when he was a child, he even suspected that he was wrong in the hospital.
…
…
Beifei Road is still the same as before, except that the old men and women on the street have changed a batch, those who should go have already left, and the new ones are on top, leaving only a few familiar faces.
Uncle Pan left the year before last. After he left, there was another person at the door of the old Pan convenience store. Brother Pan, who was in his fifties, was just like his father, sitting there with a horse and guarding the family business. The young Uncle Pan sitting there when Qin Guanglin was a child.
Qin Guanglin's dilapidated Audi was well maintained, and it was still driving. He had no plans to change the car, so he stopped slowly on Beifei Road, and the family got out of the car.
"Aunt Wang, you bought so many vegetables, do you have guests at home?"
"Yeah, come here..." Aunt Wang glanced at the door of Qin's house, then gestured to the distance, "Aren't you going?"
The two are neighbors, and the relationship is very close. Qin's mother lives in the old house and doesn't want to move there.
"Pick her up today."
"Come on, come back often if you have nothing to do."
Aunt Wang said hello and went back to her home with a vegetable basket. In fact, in her opinion, Mother Qin is healthy and healthy, and it is very good to dance square dance with them every day. here.
She doesn't want to meddle in the neighbor's housework, but just gossips when the neighbors gossip.
"I just saw Xiao Qin and his family, they have sons and daughters, it's so nice to see..."
Back home, Aunt Wang was chatting with her son while going into the kitchen.
The chubby dun'er has graduated four years ago. He has a short beard, but he has gained weight again. He sits listlessly on the sofa and watches TV.
"Xiao Qin?" The visiting relatives were curious.
"Oh, neighbor, that family is pretty good. Not to mention, I watched him grow up. When I was young, sometimes I failed the exam, and the one who was beaten by his mother cried... tsk tsk." Aunt Wang shook her head, Really, that little kid is now over forty years old, with both sons and daughters, time flies so fast.
"Did you learn from brother Qin's family when you beat me?" Fat Duner asked while sitting on the sofa.
"That is, otherwise you can be admitted to university? You can't even go to high school."
Aunt Wang is very proud of this. Now her son paints at home, similar to Qin Guanglin before. He is a painter and works in art.
face.
"What does Xiaopang do now?" the relative asked.
"No job." Fatty replied, slumped on the sofa.
"It's been several years since you graduated?! Why haven't you worked yet?"
The relative exclaimed exaggeratedly, and said to Aunt Wang: "Can't you find it? University or something, how about I see if I can introduce him to one, at least I can earn some income."
"Learn to paint." Aunt Wang said nonchalantly, painting at home is also work.
"Eh? How about technology?"
"quite… "
"Cough!" Fat Duner coughed forcefully on the sofa.
"It's... quite ordinary." Aunt Wang stopped her boastful tone, and said with a curl of her lips: "Every day I skip class and go online, play basketball with others, and I don't have much class."
Since showing off last time and attracting the second uncle to draw a portrait for half a month, the mother and son have made three chapters and cannot brag with others.
"Don't attend class? Then what are you doing in college?!" The relative looked like he hated iron for being weak.
"Hmm... her." Aunt Wang pointed with her chin to Xiao Yuan who was still stretching after she came out of the studio.
"..."
"..."
Xiang Xiaoyuan blinked in a daze, "Mom, what are you talking about?"
"It's nothing, wash your hands and face, and wait for dinner."
(end of this chapter)