"Co!" Yi ng picked up the glass, "Cheers!"
Nearby, the little girl watched them toast, turned her face, and stretched her little hand towards her mother’s glass.
"Cup, cup!"
"Our Little Guoguo also wants to toast, right?" Situ Nanke lovingly helped with a cup, poured so juice, and handed it to her little hand, "Co, Guoguo, toast with Brother Xiaotang."
Gan Tang took his own glass and touched hers, Gu Shi also extended his glass, "Co, let’s have a toast with Auntie Chongchong!"
Everyone withdrew their glasses to drink, the little girl held the large wine glass with both hands, brought it to her lips, and with a swing, half of the juice ended up on her face. Several people hurriedly grabbed tissues to wipe her.
But the little girl wiped her face with her hand and licked the juice-coated fingers with relish.
Gu Shi imdiately burst into laughter, "Are you planning to eat yourself like a piece of fruit?"
Everyone laughed along, Gan Tang ran over, brought a wet tissue, and handed it to Situ Nanke who was helping to wipe Guoguo’s hands.
At this mont, Xu Xia was suggesting for Leng Zimo to sing.
"Yes, yes... haven’t heard you sing for a long ti!" Huangfu Ruo chid in.
"That’s right, Zimo, hurry up!" Shen Yizhou joined in the teasing.
"Uncle Zimo, quickly!"
"Yes, yes, Uncle Zimo, we are all waiting!"
...
The younger ones joined in the teasing, applauding.
In the distance, the lady and Huangfu Ao turned their faces to look over, and Huangfu Ao smiled, "Zimo, we are all waiting!"
"Perfect, there’s a guitar here!"
Chongchong stood up and handed the guitar brought by soone to Leng Zimo.
Leng Zimo took the guitar, strumd it lightly.
Everyone quickly quieted down and returned to their seats, watching with anticipation.
After plucking the strings twice, Leng Zimo glanced around at everyone, then his gaze paused slightly on his beloved wife’s face. Then he raised his hand and gently plucked the strings.
The clean guitar sound flowed through the night, and recognizing the lody, Luo Xiaoqian’s lips curved lightly.
Leng Zimo’s dark eyes watched her and he smiled as well.
In those eyes, there was deep affection.
Then he sang.
"When you’re old, with white hair, and sleepy——"
When you’re old, and can’t walk anymore
Dozing by the fire, recalling youth
... "
The clean wooden guitar and simple chords, along with the man’s deep baritone, resonated with affection in everyone’s ears.
Luo Xiaoqian hugged her knees, turned her face, and watched him sing.
She recognized those youthful tis, those past monts, the emotions, smiles, and tears...
Around, everyone quieted down.
Those who have aged, reminisced their youth — those tis of unbridled passion for career and love...
Over ti, their youthful appearance has faded, people co and go, but that person still remains.
Even though their faces have been washed by ti, the love from those years has been fernted by ti, becoming intoxicatingly mature.
Extend a hand, hold the hand of the person beside you.
Extend an arm, embrace the arm of the person beside you.
Smile at him (or her).
Or gently kiss that never-tiring cheek.
Xu Xia leaned on Leng Zirui’s shoulder and began to hum along.
"How many people once loved you, in the happy tis of youth
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