Song Jiyan and Xiao Yunchou chatted for a long time, mostly about work matters, Li Jiang sat aside and listened quietly.

Xiao Yunchou couldn't help but keep his eyes on her, especially when he met those eyes, his heart trembled slightly.

He couldn't help asking: "How old is Xiao Li this year?"

Li Jiang: "."

"Ah..." Xiao Yunchou sighed.

Counting it, it has been 18 years since Changli left him.

"What about you?" Li Jiang asked, "Is this a long life?"

Hearing this all of a sudden, Xiao Yunchou was a little unresponsive, and no little girl had ever dared to ask such a question in front of him.

He smiled heartily, "I'm 75 this year, old bones."

"Sir, this is a little self-deprecating. I can still see your youthful demeanor from you." Wu Qiyu came over with tea and joked Xiao Yunchou.

He handed the teacups to Song Jiyan and Li Jiang in turn, and Li Jiang took it and said thank you.

Xiao Yunchou gave Wu Qiyu a blank look: "You are really getting better at telling nonsense with your eyes open."

The scolded person smiled and did not refute.

Li Jiang looked at the scene of the two getting along, raised his lips slightly, and took a sip of the tea in his hand.

She pretended to be casual and asked, "What's wrong with you, is it serious?"

"It's an old problem, and it will be like this when you get older."

Xiao Yunchou sighed for a while, and his thin face was filled with vicissitudes and loneliness.

Li Jiang was silent for a few seconds, and asked, "Where's your child, didn't he come to the hospital to accompany you?"

The old man's eyes froze for a moment, as if he was caught in some memory. Wu Qiyu felt uncomfortable seeing his expression, and quickly changed the subject: "Old Chief, you should rest."

Xiao Yunchou slowly regained his composure, and waved at him, "It's okay, it's been so long."

Seeing the girl's puzzled expression, he explained with a smile: "My incompetent son did a lot of ridiculous things for a woman, so I drove him out of the country and severed all relations."

Next, he told Li Jiang about Xiao Changli and Jiang Qingyu like a story, except for the fact that Xiao Changli was executed for negligence.

Wu Qiyu listened beside her, her eyes blushing slightly.

He knew how bitter Xiao Yunchou was, and he had never mentioned the matter of Changli for so many years, but it didn't mean he had forgotten it.

He has done so many things in his life, and when he grows old, he doesn't even have a single person to die.

It would be great if what Gu Shanzhong said that day was true. If that child really existed, he would be more happy in the remaining days.

Xiao Yunchou talked for a long time, and he didn't know why, he said what he had kept in his heart for so long in front of this little girl he didn't know.

"I wish I hadn't pushed him so hard back then." He wouldn't have died either.

Looking at the sunlight outside the window, Xiao Yunchou sighed again.

"It's okay. If you miss him, just call him back. Maybe he already has a family and a child over there."

Xiao Yunchou turned his head, and there was a trace of helplessness in his smile: "I can't shout back, but I heard people say that the woman gave birth to a child."

"Then... are you looking forward to that child?" Li Jiang looked directly at Xiao Yunchou, not missing a look on the old man's face.

Xiao Yunchou was in a daze for a moment, and he didn't know what to think of. He threatened in the most proud tone: "The child of my Xiao family should have been expected from birth. He will be the focus of attention and live a prosperous life."

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