Peach and Plum Do Not Speak

The guests enjoyed themselves until the evening, and returned home one by one. The children came to the second floor.

Grandpa Yan and Grandma Yan sat together, holding each other's hands. From the time the children in the house could remember, the two old people have always been loving, kind, never angry and loving.

They have white hair, kind eyes, and every wrinkle and wrinkle is the testimony of the years. When they look at you, you will be inspired and you will feel that everything is easy, no big deal, and nothing impossible.

They sat on the throne, the children sat around them, and everyone laughed and talked.

Grandpa Yan smiled and said, "Every birthday, we have to sing a song for the children, and this year is no exception."

Grandma Yan was rarely clear, and she smiled at him: "Today is a year older, old man, I wonder if you can sing with this voice?"

Grandpa Yan snorted: "If you can play, I can sing."

Grandma Yan smiled and stood up and walked to the piano.

The children giggled and exclaimed.

Yan Yinan exclaimed: "Grandma! Come on! Give this old man a little look!"

Yan Yidong glared at him, Yan Yinan stuck out his tongue at his eldest brother, his eldest brother shook his head and smiled.

Grandma Yan was sitting by the piano. She was an elegant and beautiful woman since she was young, and now she is also, when she started playing the piano, she made a small movement, turned the ring between her fingers, and raised her neck slightly.

Then she turned and smiled at her children and husband. Gorgeous and fluent melody flowed from her nimble fingertips.

The children gave familiar smiles. Grandpa Yan stood up, because today was the birthday banquet, he wore a straight suit, neat and handsome.

"Hmm..." Grandpa Yan stiffened his back, which was no longer firm because of his old age. He stretched out his hand to the neckline and made a bow tie in front of the air. Several juniors were amused by him and giggled.

Stand up straight, years of experience singing on stage and typhoons are back.

"It was quiet in the garden in the middle of the night, only the wind sang softly

What a beautiful night, how hearty my heart is, on this charming evening..."

The man's beautiful voice is strong and melodious. The children are familiar with this song, almost grandpa and grandma have hummed it since they were young. They are getting older, Grandpa Yan's voice is not as powerful as before, and Grandma Yan's rhythm is not as accurate as when she was young.

But they still listened carefully. The two elders played and sang one by one, making eye contact from time to time and smiling at each other.

Brother Yan and Sister Yan shook their heads and looked at each other in rhythm; Liu Yiyi turned his attention to Yan Yixi.

Yan Yinan smiled and played the rhythm.