Thousands of years

Chapter 6: A Youthful Heart

A thick piece of dark green flannelette was piled up on the balcony. The flannelette was supposed to be big, but the cut part was missing a corner, which just happened to be filled up by the photo frame.

Both of them were already covered with dust, as if they hadn't been cleaned for a long time.The photo frame is even more bronzed and looks a little old.If it weren't for the five or six cigarette butts lying next to it as a transition, it can be said that it would be out of place with the mirror-like concrete floor around it.

Another cigarette butt fell to the ground, and it floated out in a round arc with the ash of sparks...

Going up, An Jianing stood by the railing, holding a windproof lighter and habitually shielding his hands from the direction of the wind, knowing that there was wind but he didn't know to turn his back.

Just as he was about to light his cigarette, An Jianing threw the lighter aside as the sound of footsteps got closer. With the cigarette still in his hand, he turned slightly in the direction of the passing person.

An Jianing's lips moved, but the person who came did not make any sound except for the footsteps when they came just now.

"The child is willing to do it, why do you..." The silent air always makes people think that a long time has passed, and the long silence made An Jianing finally unable to bear the momentum of the visitor, and opened his mouth tentatively.

An Jianing glanced up at the watch on the wall, two or three minutes had passed - if it hadn't been for how many two or three minutes had passed, An Jianing probably wouldn't have spoken.

"Why should I?"

If there is no yin and yang in this statement, He Yanqing himself would not believe it: "Why do you think I should?"

The children are so grown up, it's impossible for An Jianing not to understand the meaning of He Yanqing's words, for an old couple. He really has no say in this matter.

With the cigarette in his hand brought to his mouth, An Jianing realized that the lighter had just been thrown aside by him, and turned to look at his wife: "Daughter woke up?"

"No." When it came to her daughter, He Yanqing was worried and anxious. If she hadn't learned so many lessons from the past, she would not have stopped her daughter.

Why is it that he refuses to find a stable job after graduation, and why is Hang Luo again?He Yanqing couldn't figure it out.

"Ah."

"It's time for you to go to work. I'll see you off."

"Go and persuade her about this matter." He Yanqing said suddenly, wanting to interrupt An Jianing, he could only hold back.

"You don't need to see me off, I can go by myself, you take care of the family before you go to work..." Before An Jianing could say anything, He Yanqing had already left the balcony and returned to the house, obviously leaving no room for negotiation.

"Snapped!"

An Jianing grabbed the lighter, and was about to push the cigarette over again, when He Yanqing, who was about to reach the corner, suddenly stopped and turned around.

Frowning, he glanced at the cigarette in An Jianing's hand, He Yanqing was obviously not in the mood to care about it today, "Tonight, after you get off work at night, explain this to her clearly."

"There are many things in this society that cannot be achieved just by liking them. What can a doctoral student in clothing design from a well-known prestigious university do wrong?"

"Yeah." An Jianing lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking. Knowing that her wife would not go to work without getting a result, she raised her head after a while, "I'll tell her if she feels better when I come back. Get down to work."

Taking a final glance at the cigarette in An Jianing's hand that was about to reach the cigarette holder but before he had time to take a puff, seeing An Jianing snuffing it out, He Yanqing turned around the corner and went to the hall to change his shoes.

Two to three minutes later, the sound of closing the door came from the door, An Jianing lit another cigarette, took a sharp sip, and then his eyes fell from the sky to the dusty photo frame...

"Hiss!" Throwing the burning cigarette on the ground, he stomped his feet again.

Picking up the broom on the side and sweeping up the cigarette butts, An Jianing left the balcony shortly after the sound of running water came from the toilet.

The minute hand of the watch on the wall turned half a circle, but An Ji was still awake, and as the sound of the door being closed dissipated in the corridor, there was only silence in the room.

(End of this chapter)