When Fu Er walked into the experimental elementary school, his face was full of spring breeze and his steps were brisk. The guard reached out and stopped him: "Junior high school students cannot enter."

Fu Er's smile froze, and he skillfully took out his ID card and showed it to him: "I'll go in to pick up the child and chat with his head teacher by the way."

"...You're in your twenties?!" The doorman stepped aside like a ghost: "Okay, okay, next time you wear more mature clothes."

Fu Er gave a vague hum and stepped into the campus again.

When she breathes the air here again, she feels kind and familiar.

Fifteen minutes before the end of get out of class, she came early and was just strolling around.

Tao Yingqi just came over with the lecture notes, and the two met face to face.

"Little talisman?"

"Sister Qi!" Fu Er smiled brightly: "I'm here to pick up Xingwang from school!"

Tao Yingqi didn't have anything important, so he leaned against the railing to chat with her about the current situation. The little girl turned her words and said with bright eyes, "By the way, I plan to buy a house at the end of next year. Does Sister Qi have any recommended properties?"

Tao Yingqi thought he had heard it wrong.

"Are you... planning to live in Yuhan?"

"Yes, but now the house prices are rising fast, the sooner the better," Fu Er calculated his savings and how much his parents would subsidize. It's even better to be near the lake and the river, seventy or eighty flat, it's too small to live in."

Tao Yingqi said with mixed feelings for a while: "You are so young, you don't need to work overtime like this, do you need to relax and rest occasionally?"

She has been working overtime every day for five or six years and is bald by the children's annoyance. According to the current meager salary, she can afford the down payment and has difficulty repaying the mortgage.

But the younger generation in front of him not only does not have the kind of twilight that has been squeezed to the point of drying up, but his whole person is glowing, not to mention that he is already picking a real estate.

"That's it," Fu Er said with a deep expression, "I have a terminal illness that will kill me if I don't make money and buy a house."

Tao Yingqi: ...?

Peng Xingwang walked out of the classroom with his bag on his back. At a glance, he saw the head teacher chatting with Teacher Fu, and jumped over to say hello, "Hello, teacher!"

"Your brother is surrounded by parents, I'll pick you up for them." Fu Er and Tao Yingqi beckoned: "Chat back!"

When she took Peng Xingwang out of the school, the child remembered what was wrong.

"Do you know Teacher Tao?"

"Yes," Fu Er said with a smile: "I am good friends with her, and we will be neighbors in the future."

Jiang Wang originally wanted to fish out his friends and boyfriend for dinner, but he didn't expect the parents at the door to be so enthusiastic and a few customers came over. When Ji Linqiu came out of a class, he still didn't see him, so he simply took Peng Xingwang back to his house to eat. .

Now Ji's father and son are not forgetting to be a lecturer in education. The old lady runs a tailor shop and helps to cook. Occasionally, when she is too busy, she will say hello to Linqiu to go home and help.

They are very familiar with Peng Xingwang, and the children are good at talking and the old people like them. Chen Danhong almost raised him as a grandson, and he is willing to put a little chopped pepper in the cooking, for fear that the children's stomach will not be able to bear it.

Tonight, Ji Changxia just brought freshly cut yellow beef over. A family of four with one child can cook a table full of dishes, and temporarily made a chicken soup with a pressure cooker.

When Peng Xingwang entered the house, he looked for a place to do his homework. He didn't even need a TV remote control. After finishing his work, he helped with chopsticks and bowls. The old lady liked it.

"Come here, Grandma Chen will serve you soup!"

Ji Changxia has just been busy with work for a while, and this time he also intends to gather with his family and pick up fresh topics to talk about at the dinner table.

Peng Xingwang worked hard for two bowls of rice, and after eating, he went to the yard to watch the parrots.

After another parent's short chat, Ji Changxia remembered something and smiled: "Our community is not organizing condolences to orphans and widows recently. I also became a volunteer and came to help in the past."

"In the end, when the grain and oil were delivered, I saw a home where two old ladies lived together."

Chen Danhong asked curiously: "Is it because their old man is gone, so they are living with each other? That's good too."

"I really asked," Ji Changxia shook his head. "The two of them never got married or talked about their wives in their entire lives. They just lived together for the rest of their lives."

Ji Linqiu's eyes were slightly startled, and he lowered his head to drink the soup very restrained.

"How could this be?" Ji Guoshen looked worried: "Did something happen to them when they were young, can the two of them take care of each other?"

"There's nothing that can't be taken care of," Chen Danhong said indifferently: "Do you think that without men, women can't carry gas tanks and carry rice? When you went to Xinjiang to teach in Xinjiang, I was pulling two children by myself. Isn't it fine?"

Ji Guoshen wanted to say something, but when he heard this, he felt ashamed, and nodded in response.

Ji Changxia stayed at the old man's house for an afternoon, helped them with some housework, and chatted a lot on the way, and it was a little embarrassing to recall it.

"I asked them, is it easy for two women to quarrel when they live together?"

"In the end, they said that it was no different from an ordinary couple, but it was a small fight, and there was no overnight anger."

"Guess how old are they?"

Chen Danhong listened deeply: "Is it sixty?"

Ji Changxia compared eight: "One is seventy-nine, one is eighty-three, and his teeth are almost gone."

Ji Guoshen had never heard of such a strange thing: "I've never been married in my life? No man came to ask for marriage?"

"People are very happy without getting married, maybe they don't like men at all," Ji Changxia didn't care: "I think it's pretty good to be able to live happily until old age."

Chen Danhong originally wanted to add a couple of sentences, but when she heard this, she suddenly remembered her son. She quickly glanced at Ji Linqiu who was drinking soup in silence, and said embarrassingly, "It's someone else's business, so let's just listen."

She has been a housewife all her life, and when she heard that there are women living like this, the first reaction in her heart was actually envy.

How wonderful, the two women have someone to take care of each other in housework, and there is no in-law and father-in-law to wait on, so they can live a clean life.

But if you really want to think this way, you also feel that it violates the laws of nature.

Until the meal was over, Ji Linqiu didn't participate in the conversation anymore. After eating, he put on his coat and said goodbye to his parents and went home with Xingwang.

When the children were gone, Ji Guoshen took a rag to help wipe the table, and his expression was not very good.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Chen Danhong asked, "What's the matter? It's not like my daughter is ignoring you."

"It's not about Chang Xia," Ji Guoshen became annoyed: "You said that the two old ladies she talked about were in that kind of relationship?"

Chen Danhong was inexplicable: "What kind of relationship?"

She saw Ji Guoshen frown, and it took a while for her to react, but she didn't take it seriously: "What's wrong with partnering, I heard that there are still many girls like this in Chaoshan, you think too much."

"However, Lin Qiu said earlier that he doesn't like women." Ji Guoshen was worried: "He now follows Boss Jiang every day, works in his company, and lives in the house with others, saying that it is convenient for cooperation and saving to have meetings and run away from each other. Why doesn't it feel right?"

"You're just worrying too much, don't think about it." Chen Danhong took the rag and washed his hands, wiped his hands and said, "I discussed with Sister Huang downstairs to apply for a senior university together. Would you like to?"

"The work in the tailor's shop can basically be done in the morning. If it doesn't work, I can take it home and cut it in the evening. But if I go to college, you will have to cook at home from time to time."

Ji Guoshen was a little stunned: "You... are you going to go to the University for the Elderly?"

He thinks this is very good. His wife and children can have a common language when they go to class more.

"Then you can eat in the cafeteria with Linqiu," Chen Danhong couldn't help laughing. "It's you who said that the cafeteria has good nutrition and craftsmanship. There is soup and meat every day, and I'll make delicious food for you on weekends."

It's not about eating at all.

Ji Guoshen originally thought that this reason could keep her, but after listening to a few words, he was dazed, and only then did he realize that he had always been reliant on her, and now he was reluctant to leave.

"Okay," he responded after a while, and his emotions were overcome by the old intellectual's side: "Where are you going to study? How long will it take?"

"Four stops on the bus, you can learn everything, it's fine." Chen Danhong squinted and smiled: "In this way, the two of you won't look down on me and don't understand anything - I heard that I also need to learn English, oh, me The old lady still has days to learn English!"

"...We never thought about it that way!"

When Jiang Wang drove home, he saw a familiar figure on the side of the road.

Ji Linqiu didn't wear a trench coat, just draped it over his shoulders, holding Peng Xingwang in one hand, and walked slowly in the night.

He slowed down and followed at a constant speed for a while, realizing that the other party hadn't noticed him yet.

Then he honked his horn and pretended to strike up a conversation.

"Whose beautiful teacher and unlucky child is this?"

Peng Xingwang was a little happy, but also a little angry: "Brother! Who are you calling the unlucky child!"

Ji Linqiu came back to his senses, saw clearly that it was him, and also showed his face, and sat up with Xingwang.

It's just that he hasn't spoken since he went up, silent like a lonely bird.

Jiang Wang and Peng Xingwang were chatting with each other, and they saw in the rearview mirror that he was in a bad mood.

After Peng Xingwang finished talking about the trivialities in the school, he suddenly remembered what he heard at Ji's house today, and said with great interest: "When sister Chang Xia was eating today, she said that there are two old ladies who have lived together until the age of ninety, and their feelings are very special. it is good!"

Ji Linqiu was startled: "Didn't you go to the yard to see the parrots?"

"My ears are fine!" said the child proudly, "I can even hear the teachers whispering on the podium when I sit in the last row!"

Jiang Wang understood for a moment, and continued to speak: "Two old ladies?"

"Yeah! If you don't get married for the rest of your life, what's the point of living your life?" Peng Xingwang gave a bold guess: "You said it would be great, the two of them can watch Huanzhugege together, put on a mask together, and never have to grab the remote control to change the channel."

"If only Brother Wang and Brother Linqiu could do the same," the child sighed leisurely, "I can't bear to go to college, I really want to live with you all my life."

Jiang Wang smiled lightly, and reached out and rubbed the child's head vigorously. w, please keep in mind:,