Siheyuan: Qin Huairu's Happy Life

#Qinhuairu's happy life At six o'clock in the morning, Wang Jianguo always used to open the window, and the aroma of Qin Huairu cooking porridge in the kitchen wafted into the study. She hummed old songs, and he flipped through the newspaper, occasionally looking up at each other and smiling - this was their tacit understanding that lasted twenty years. In the vegetable market, Qin Huairu carried green peppers, and Wang Jianguo followed closely behind him carrying a bamboo basket. The stall owner joked: "Lao Wang is a follower again?" He smiled and wiped his sweat: "The vegetables she picked are sweet." Qin Huairu turned back and glared at him, but the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were gentler than when she was young. On the weekend afternoon, on the wicker chair on the balcony, Qin Huairu knitted her grandson's sweater, and Wang Jianguo took a nap with the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in his hands. The sun slanted through the reading glasses, the radio was singing Suo Lin Nang, the teapot was bubbling with white steam, and in a trance, I saw the blushing face at the wedding banquet. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.