Miaomiao handed the phone to Kang Yu beside her, but her ears were clinging to the phone. In retaliation to her pus.h.i.+ng him away just now, Kang Yu also pushed her away, preventing her from eavesdropping, “Take your medicine!”

Despite being 70 years old, Miaomiao is still fair-skinned, with wrinkles but not so obvious. Her body is slightly rounded, but her eyes are kind, just like the old grandmother in the Brain Platinum commercial. A little girl with white hair. She hummed in displeasure and scowled at the same gray-haired Kang Yu. 

But anyone who sees Kang Yu would say that this old man is simply a demon! No hair loss, not bald, no dentures, a body as upright as a pine cypress, so old that his hair was white. But whenever he's walking down the street, countless girls would throw him the come-hither look.

Kang Yu took the phone and walked to the window. He pressed the  earpiece to his ear, but spoke none for a long time.

Kang Xi laughed bitterly, “Dad, if I don't speak, are you planning to not speak as well?”

“Get to the point, I've got to keep an eye on your mother's medication!”

Kang Xi asked: "Dad, back when you were courting mom, what would you have done if she pushed you and broke your head to the point of bleeding, and even knock you down with the shoulder throw?"

Kang Yu snorted, and his voice, which had settled over the years, sounded like a precious cello.

“The process doesn't matter, what matters is that I was the one who pushed her to the bed in the end!”

m.u.f.fled laughter came clearly from that end, “Dad, I wasn't sure I was your own until today.”

"Get lost!" Kang Yu cut the call without a care in the world.

Miaomiao on the other hand was anxious, “Why did you hang up so soon, our son has only been on the phone for a few minutes and I haven't even spoken to him yet.”

Kang Yu walked over to the tea table, carefully sorted out the many pills and brought them to Miaomiao, “Hurry up and take your medicine!”

Miaomiao took them and swallowed one by one, following the pills with the gla.s.s of water in his hand.

Her heart has always been weak from an early age. Her heart was now infested at the age of 65. After her operation, her recovery was very unsatisfactory. When Kang Yu knew that there was a good heart sanatorium in Switzerland, he immediately shoved her on the plane without waiting for her consent and let her rehabilitate in the nursing home for a year. She gradually recovered, and Kang Yu accompanied her all the time, taking her on trips once in a while, and finally stayed in Zurich for her health.

“Son, what did he tell you?” She couldn't help wondering.

Kang Yu made sure she had finished the medicine she was supposed to take before answering, “Your wish is about to be granted!”

“Wish? What wish?”

If there's a baby painting, then Miaomiao is remarkably like a grandma painting, resembling a mellow and full jade, a snowy chinaware, and so naive.

Kang Yu rolled his eyes and flicked her forehead. “Stupid!”

“Calling me stupid again!”

She was nagging in his ear yesterday about when she could hold his grandson, but today she forgot. He wouldn't remind her either, lest she get all worked up and clamor to go back.”

"Let's go, take a walk!”

Taking her soft, but no longer smooth hand, he still held it tightly.

Holding her hand and getting old with her with their children, he has nothing more to ask since the day he met her.

On the other side, Kang Xi sat leaning against the headboard, still with the same photo and his fingers brus.h.i.+ng her image, then he flipped it over.

On the back was a line of words, crooked and much like scribblings. Obviously, it's the handwriting of a preschooler, but the words were still decipherable.

Duanmu Xiaoxiao will definitely be the queen of Kang Xi.

Summer of 20XX, crying.