I'm down after reuniting with my ex

The love when young is the most sincere and passionate, but the love when old is the most touching.

After all, in this world, meeting is difficult, falling in love is not easy, staying together is the most difficult.

From the age of 25 to 65, Wen Yan and Ji Changan have been together for 40 years, and today is their No.[-] Qixi Festival together.

Ji Chang'an doesn't have anything to do with romance, but after being with Wen Yan, every Tanabata and every Valentine's Day, he will rack his brains and prepare well. There is never a shortage of small gifts and small surprises.

Ji Changan's proposal was the ring he put on on the Qixi Festival when Wen Yan recovered from bone cancer.

But this year Ji Chang'an couldn't prepare.

Everyone thought that Wen Yan would be the first to collapse. After all, this person has gone through too many hardships in his life, but unexpectedly, after Ji Changan changed a light bulb half a year ago and fell down, his whole body fell apart. He was confused at the beginning, and now he is unconscious. The doctor said that he had dementia, that he had Alzheimer's disease.

When he received the news, Wen Yan was stunned for a long time, even more sad than knowing that he had cancer.

How could a proud person like Ji Changan allow himself to suffer from dementia in the end?

He looked at the person sitting on the hospital bed, no matter how handsome he was when he was young, his temples would still be white and his skin wrinkled when he was old.

The same is true for himself, his face is gone, but fortunately his companions are still there.

His legs and feet are gradually failing, and his health is not very good, but Wen Yan doesn't want to send Ji Changan to a nursing home.

He and Ji Changan will die at home.

Wen Yan lowered his head and chuckled, it's okay, anyway, he has never experienced anything in his life.

He laughed out loud, and Ji Changan turned his head to stare at him.

The skin on Wen Yan's hands was already loose, and the two old men with white hair held hands, "Go, Ji Jiaohua, I'll take you home."

The person who didn't say a word after waking up finally spoke the first sentence, "Is there a banquet at home?"

"Have."

"Oh." He nodded, "Then I'll go home."

After their good friend Chen Jiang and the female police officer gave birth to twins, they gave birth to two sons, both of whom recognized Ji Changan and Wen Yan as godfathers.

Ji Changan and Wen Yan did not go to the orphanage to adopt their children, nor did they do test-tube babies. Ji Changan said that he could not be a good father and did not want to let him down.

So Chen Jiang was afraid that the two would be old and helpless, so she kept telling her four children that they had three fathers.

Several children of the Chen family helped Wen Yan and Ji Changan choose three excellent nannies and nurses, one was in charge of food and daily life, the other was in charge of cleaning, and the other was dedicated to follow Ji Changan.

But in fact, there is no need, Ji Changan doesn't need anyone to follow, he only needs to hear the banquet.

So Wen Yan retired one, and often led his silly old man for walks and walks.

When he was young, he raised a delicate flower, and when he was old, he raised a child.

Because after dementia, Ji Changan is like a clingy and coquettish old man. If he dislikes the heat in the middle of the night and refuses to hug him to sleep, Ji Changan will lose his temper and cry.

Yes, except for the time that year when she cried hoarsely, this was the second time Wen Yan saw each other's tears.

And then countless times.

He has to be coaxed by the old man, the kind of coaxing that pats the back.

Because only he knows how painful his old man Ji is.

Ji Changan, whose temperament has changed drastically after dementia, has another change, that is, he is always looking for something at home.

Wen Yan bent over and asked him, "Ji Jiaohua, what are you looking for?"

The once tall young man was hunched, and his broad shoulders had lost a lot of weight. He looked at Wen Yan who was wearing reading glasses, "I'm looking for a feast."

"Why are you looking for him? You're in a hurry." Wen Yan lay back on his rocking chair and continued to read his newspaper, "What about you, people can still hide under flower pots."

"You don't understand." A certain old man replied with a grunt, and then continued to move the flowerpot.

"I don't understand something, why don't you tell me?" Wen Yan sat up and asked with his newspaper, "If you can't say one, two, three, you can sleep by yourself tonight."

Ji Changan was wronged, and squatted on the ground, "Many people are going to bully him, and the banquet is hidden."

"I want to find him and protect him."

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, he adjusted his glasses helplessly with his fingers, maybe the prescription of the presbyopic glasses was not right, and his vision was blurry.

Speechless.

Ji Changan turned to look at him, "I'm so sad, so regretful, I have to find him quickly, and defend those non-human things to death."

After speaking, he raised his fist in a dignified manner.

Wen Yanle said, "Don't you look at how mature you are, and still defend others to death."

"I'm not old. In his eyes, I'm forever young and always his god."

I didn't expect you to be old, so middle school.

...

After Qixi Festival, Wen Yan planned to take her family Jiaohua out for a good meal.

It just so happened that the youngest member of the Chen family opened a farmhouse, and after the vegetarian meal, they could go to the orchard to pick some fruits.

Old man Ji tossed and tumbled all morning, finally went out, and sat quietly with Wen Yan in the back seat of the car, looking a bit like when he was young.

"Don't want to go out?"

"No."

"Then why are you unhappy?"

"Not unhappy."

"Then why don't you speak?"

Ji Changan glanced at him, "Think about something."

"Thinking about what?"

"Can you not say it?"

"No."

Ji Changan pursed his lips, "Wen Yan, you are so fierce."

"Ji Changan, you are very powerful. When you were young, you thought I was too talkative, but now you think I am fierce when you are old."

Ji Changan looked at him dumbfounded and speechless, "Wen Yan, are you bullying me? My mind is not clear now, fool me."

"Yo, the organization is very clear, and I have carried out logical reasoning with conditions."

Ji Changan folded his hands and remained silent.

"Speak or not?"

Head tilted.

"Not to mention selling it, anyway, you have no money and are stupid now."

"Who says I'm stupid?" Ji Changan looked at him speechlessly, "You forced this, the surprise is gone, you blame yourself."

"Huh?" Wen Yan was puzzled.

Ji Changan smiled at him, took out something from his pocket and held it tightly.

"Stretch out your hand."

"what……"

"Hey, be obedient, you're not a child anymore." Ji Changan was so happy that his face was stained with joy.

Wen Yan watched him stretch out his hand.

"Close your eyes, and I'll count to one, two, three, and then open them." Ji Changan gently took his hand, with his clenched fist facing Wen Yan's palm.

"One, two, three, feast, you can open your eyes."

There was a slight weight in the palm, Wen Yan opened his eyes, and in the palm of his hand was a small, straw-woven ring, and where the diamond was, was a small blue flower.

No wonder when I went for a walk yesterday, I couldn't pull it back, and I kept picking flowers on the roadside.

"Yanyan, I haven't forgotten, today is Qixi Festival, happy Qixi Festival, my old baby, will you marry me again?"

It's over, the reading glasses can't see clearly again.

The most touching love story Wen Yan has ever seen is that he is old and stupid, but he still does not forget to love him.

Sansheng is lucky, and he also has it.