The 99th Divorce

Qin Shuhua was even more reluctant to hear Sun Zi so sensible.

Holding the phone, his eyes were slightly warm, and said: "Then you have to study hard, grandma is waiting for you."

Li Jianqian is very sensible.

But precisely because of this, Qin Shuhua felt a sense of distance from this child.

This child is too much like a child.

Then he talked to the children more often, and Qin Shuhua hung up the phone.

Both Li Jianyue and Li Mosen went back to Yuxiu. After Qin Shuhua hung up on the phone, he was bored and loosened his muscles and walked around.

Walking to the backyard, the old man was in the pavilion.

From a distance, the posture that was originally straight like a javelin, I don't know when it has become a bit rickety.

The thick hair has all turned white, and there are layers of folds on the face.

The age is coming, and the majestic back like that was originally covered by the vicissitudes of time.

Seemingly feeling the arrival of Qin calligraphy and painting, Li Xun raised his eyes and looked over.

A pair of old eyes, covered with a layer of white haze, turbid and full of incomprehensible wisdom.

Seeing Qin Shuhua, Li Xun chuckled and waved at her, saying, "Come here."

Decades passed, but when Qin Shuhua saw Li Xun, he always had an indescribable sense of tension.

This feeling has existed since the beginning of marrying Li Yao.

At this moment, when Li Xun waved at himself, Qin Shuhua unconsciously straightened his waist and walked towards the pavilion.

The stone table inside the pavilion is lined with high-quality rice paper.

On the table, paper, ink and inkstones are readily available.

The old man's dry hands, holding a writing brush, the paper danced.

However, it can be clearly seen that the pen power is far worse than before.

"dad."

"I remember your writing is very good, help me write a few words." Li Xun handed the brush to Qin Shuhua, said, "Old, I can't even write."

"Just nonsense, very good." Qin Shuhua took the brush, "Who can write such good characters now?"

The old man wrote a sentence: to pull the mountain into the air.

But only five words were written, and the next two characters were empty.

Qin Shuhua bent over and wrote.

The old man's turbid glasses looked at her writing brush and chuckled, "You have worked hard for so many years."

Qin's calligraphy and painting acted in a stroke, and looked up to Li Xun.

The old man didn't seem to realize that she was looking at herself, her eyes never strayed, and said: "Li Yao doesn't like to manage things. It's too much trouble, and everyone needs to worry about things."

"Although you are a woman, you can make the right decision for many things in the family."

The old man's words are very focused.

"The children have all grown up. With their own family, what I was most worried about was the northbound trip. I didn't expect the northbound trip to be a family, and then Jin Nan."

The old man looked at Qin Shuhua, a pair of eyes were scattered around, but he bent slightly: "Children and grandchildren have their own grandchildren, no matter what kind of girl Jin Nan finds, let ’s be elders, do n’t interfere too much. Anyone, Jin Nan naturally has his own plans. "

"dad……"

"I'm running out of time, calligraphy and painting." The old man looked away into the distance, his voice was old and slow. "In the future ... the family will depend on you. When I am away, I hope the family will be as safe as it is now." , Quietly ... "