Sheng Family.
In the bedroom, the warm yellow light shone on Shen Zhaozhao’s fair face.
Perhaps because life had been so comfortable, there weren’t any marks left by ti on her face.
Standing next to Sheng Jinyu, one would mistake them for siblings.
Shen Zhaozhao was wearing pajamas at this mont, sitting on the sofa with a photo album spread open on her lap, flipping through it page by page.
Sheng Chuyi, at so point, walked over and draped a blanket over her, saying, "It’s so late, why aren’t you asleep yet?"
"I can’t sleep!" Shen Zhaozhao looked down at the photos in her hands and said, "In the blink of an eye, our daughter is married, and we are old too!"
The photo showed Sheng Ning’an when she was just born.
Shen Zhaozhao still rembered the first ti she saw her, a tiny wrinkled bundle, and thought that she was nothing like what she had imagined.
For a mont, she even doubted if they had brought the wrong baby.
Fortunately, as she grew, she beca more and more beautiful.
Over the years, watching her grow bit by bit, from the mischievous little girl who drove her teachers crazy, to the age where she could now marry, twenty years passed in the blink of an eye.
And she and Sheng Chuyi went from babbling children themselves, to now having a son and daughter, at the age when they could soon hold grandchildren, having walked through most of life.
Suddenly, a lot of emotions surfaced in her heart.
Knowing that she couldn’t bear to see her daughter marry, Sheng Chuyi sat down beside her, pulling her into his arms and said, "The kids have grown up, and one day they will leave us. We should learn to let go."
"I know!" Shen Zhaozhao leaned her head against Sheng Chuyi’s chest. She understood the reasoning, but as parents, who could truly watch their child leave their side with a joyful heart?
Sheng Chuyi gently stroked her head and said, "The kids will all leave when they grow up, but it’s alright, I’ll still be here with you. If things really don’t work out, we can always have another one."
"What are you talking about?" Shen Zhaozhao lifted her head from his embrace, glared at him, and said, "We’re an old married couple, aren’t you afraid of being laughed at by others?"
Sheng Chuyi held her hand and said, "People in their seventies and eighties are still having kids, why should we be afraid at our age?"
Shen Zhaozhao replied, "Our daughter is already married, how can we still be young?"
It seems he forgot his own age.
Sheng Chuyi looked down at her and said, "In my eyes, you will always be eighteen."
"You just know how to make happy." Although Shen Zhaozhao complained, she couldn’t hide the smile on her face.
"But why eighteen?"
"Naturally because, to , eighteen is your most beautiful age." Because when she was eighteen, she was at her most radiant, and eighteen was also when they officially started their relationship.
"Shouldn’t the most beautiful mont in your mind be our wedding day?" Shen Zhaozhao asked, looking up.
Did he think she wasn’t beautiful enough on their wedding day?
Sheng Chuyi laughed and said, "You were certainly beautiful on our wedding day, but don’t all won wish their age would stay at eighteen?"
There seems to be nothing wrong with saying that!
"Alright, I’ll reluctantly let you pass."
Sheng Chuyi gazed at her tenderly, not telling her that in his mory, her most beautiful mont was when she was eighteen, running toward him with a gold dal in her hand.
On that day, amidst the crowd, she looked at him with unwavering eyes.
Countless lights shone behind her, and the love was burning hot, with nowhere to hide.
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