Rubbing his sore nose, Han Zihe smiled and pushed Chu Zheng's strong forearm: "Come together, when we are both old, we will just sit here!"

"How can that be possible!" Chu Zheng immediately patted his chest, "With our body, we are so powerful! Not to mention after retirement, even if we are seventy or eighty years old, we old Chu can still hit people with a cane while running!"

Chu Zheng was moved to pieces just now, but the scene he described made Han Zihe burst into laughter.

Chu Zheng made his wife amused when he saw it, and he described it with great motivation: "At that time, I will take you around the country and the world to relive the places we visited when we were young;

Go to places you have never been before.

The seaside, mountains, forests, ancient castles, and various places of interest...etc., let's come here!

Oh, that’s right, wife, aren’t you good at writing? When the time comes, let’s find a transfer station, where there are flowers and green grass. There is an antique house there, and there is a vast ocean not far from the house.

On the coast between the ocean and the house, there is an extremely strong wooden shore.

The two of us go to Anzhu every day to watch the sunset and sunset.

You and I, leaning on the railing, looking into the distance...

Oh, yes, at that time, you were wearing a beautiful long dress and a beautiful flowered straw hat..."

Hearing this, Han Zihe laughed: "How old are you and are you still wearing a skirt?"

Chu Zheng argued: "My daughter-in-law is beautiful no matter how old she is, so why does she wear a skirt? When the time comes, we will have to wear a fashionable long skirt! ... Oh, don't interrupt!"

"Okay, okay, I won't interrupt, you go on." Han Zihe covered his mouth with his hand and smiled at Chu Zheng's serious idea.

"Eh? Where are you talking about? Oh, right... At that time, you were wearing a beautiful long skirt and a beautiful flowered straw hat; as for me, I just... just wore sunglasses and a straw hat.

!

The two of us cuddled together and watched the seagulls flying in the sky and soaring in the sunset sky.

When the time comes, you have to pick up a pen and write a story about the two of us..."

Han Zihe pouted and shook his head: "Not good."

"Not good?" Chu Zheng was stunned, scratched his head, thought for a while, and didn't feel anything was wrong.

Seeing that he was confused, Han Zihe said seriously: "Yes, it's not good. Writing a story has to have twists and turns to make it interesting. However, life is not about writing stories. Do you still want to have something in our lives?"

What a twist!"

When Chu Zheng heard this, he quickly shook his head and continued: "How could I possibly think that? It's not like I'm crazy! ... Life is real when it's ordinary!

Moreover, the story between us must be a sweet and charming story...

As for whether the writing is good-looking or not... I think it should be good-looking. Who doesn't want to read a happy story?

In other words, whether others like it or not, what does it have to do with us? The story is written for us to read! If others want to read it, I may not be willing to show it to them!

I was thinking that in the future, when the two of us are too old to walk, one of us will read to the other...

When both of us can’t stop reciting it, we’ll ask our children to read it to us!”

Chu Zheng's idea was so beautiful that for a moment, Han Zihe couldn't control the sparkle in his eyes.

Chu Zheng was probably moved by his own idea, and he also sniffed: "At that time, you wrote stories, and I came up with ideas... while you were writing, I was reading; while you were writing, I was not happy, and I

When talking about a certain place, you shouldn’t describe it like this, you should write it like that!

When the time comes, your little temper will definitely have its own reasons, and you will definitely be able to tell it apart from me.

The two of us were distinguishing each other, and we invariably remembered some small details. Then, we talked to each other and unknowingly described another interesting plot.

…

After you finish the book, we will proofread it together. If we look at each other, I will find a typo, and then I will laugh at you;

You were not willing to give in. Then, you discovered that there was something wrong with the words I corrected, and then you started laughing at me again. We both looked at each other sweetly, held hands, and continued to laugh.

We must not just write one book, with various angles and stories...

We don’t necessarily have to write only stories from the past, or things that happened when we were young. We can write down everything we have experienced after retirement and what we learned while traveling.

As I write and write, maybe one day, we will suddenly have a whim and turn to write imaginary stories. In the stories, there are all kinds of places and strange characters, but no matter where we are, there is one you and

I and the two of us are still walking in different worlds so sweetly...

When the book is finished and the story is compiled, the two of us will take the tape recorder, read the book, record it, and then burn it into a disk."

Hearing this, Han Zihe started to laugh at Chu Zheng, and he had an idea for a while: "Didn't you just say that you would let the children read to us?"

Chu Zheng waved his hand: "I don't want them to ruin our sweet time!"

As he spoke, he sighed again: "Both of us have been there, and we both understand that when this person was young, he was focused on work... Now that we are all so busy, the children in the future may be even busier than us.

! It’s great if they can take care of us! How can they have time to study for us two!

Besides, with our bodies and minds, by the time we can no longer think about it, they will have their own children to worry about.

As a couple, let’s not cause trouble to others!

What is this called...well, self-reliance!"

"Look at what you said, I feel hopeful and uncomfortable at the same time." Han Zihe leaned his head on Chu Zheng's shoulder.

Chu Zheng smiled heartily and said: "Why do you feel so uncomfortable!"

Han Zihe punched him and said softly: "What you said is so beautiful, but... we will all be old by then!"

"Oh, yes, I'm old!" Chu Zheng said in a rare voice, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."

The couple's triumphant assumptions came to an end for the time being, and the two of them, who had similar minds, fell into a slightly sad sigh together.

"Guluulu~~" A sound of hunger came, breaking the quiet atmosphere between the two of them.

Han Zihe looked at Chu Zheng funny: "When will you leave?"

Chu Zheng blushed and scratched his head: "The days are long in summer, and everyone in the team will go over after dinner."

Han Zihe nodded, raised Chu Zheng's wrist, and looked at the time on his watch: "It's almost four o'clock, I'm going to make dinner."

Just as she was about to stand up, Chu Zheng grabbed her and said, "I'll do it and show you my skills."

In this regard, Han Zihe did not refuse. As a man, it is better not to spoil him too much. If you know how to love others like this, you should stick to it!

Lieutenant Colonel Chu, your wife thinks highly of you, come on! Mmmmm!

…

Sure enough, Mr. Chu Zhengchu’s craftsmanship is still very good.

Classmate Han Zihe, who helped with the preparation and visualized the whole process, looked at the delicious dishes and gave her husband a thumbs up with a smile on her face.

But... men are indeed carnivores!

When he was cooking alone, he didn't notice it yet. When all the dishes were put on the table and appeared, Han Zihe realized:

This table is full of meat! There is just a little bit of green in it.

Bright red color, mellow and juicy - Dongpo Pork;

Crispy skin and tender meat, fat but not greasy - braised elbow;

Crispy and smooth, charred on the outside and tender on the inside - meatballs;

Grilled prawns with strong seasoning and crispy skin;

Spicy, salty and mellow - spicy chicken;

Original flavor, smooth skin and tender meat - white-cut chicken;

Good guy, on this hot day, the last dish on the whole table looks a bit appetizing.

…

Seeing the look on his wife's face, Lieutenant Colonel Chu, who was very proud just now, immediately asked cautiously: "How about? I'm mixing a cold dish?"

Do you want aspic with gravy?

Han Zihe shook his head, decisively picked up two cucumbers, washed them, and gave them to Chu Zheng to chew together.

"Don't be picky!" Looking at Mr. Chu who was chewing cucumbers with a bitter look on his face, Han Zihe sighed: "From now on, you must have one or two vegetables and one or two fruits every day."

For Chu Zheng, his wife is strong. His mother did not set any rules for him, but his wife did it.

With his professionalism and intuition, he deeply understands that if it is true that he is acting in a positive and negative way, the consequences can be imagined, and his wife will definitely remember him in her heart.

After struggling to eat the vegetables, Mr. Chu immediately picked up the chopsticks with a smile and launched a precise attack on the various meats and vegetables.

"Try this! How do you like it? It's good, isn't it?"

"Come on, you want to eat that one too, are you good at it?"

"And this, does it taste good?"

…

Lieutenant Colonel Chu couldn't help but sweat profusely while eating, and he didn't forget to pick up vegetables for his wife.

Classmate Han Zihe didn't want to dampen Chu Zheng's enthusiasm, so she was supported by the food her husband brought over.

Resisting the urge to punch Chu Zheng down, Han Zihe decided to work to eat, but unfortunately, Chu Zheng did not satisfy her.

As a good husband, Chu Zheng held him in his arms and happily went to the kitchen to chat!

Han Zihe, who stayed in the yard, looked at his bulging belly helplessly, and was about to cry without tears: Can I still wear that skirt tomorrow?
Chapter completed!