The son-in-law of a prosperous family

Eight months passed in a flash. In the delivery room, Fang Huai went through a lot of hardships. With a clear and loud cry, another little life was born.

Zhao Yunchuan was waiting outside the delivery room. When he heard the crying, his heart finally settled down. But when the midwife told him with a smile that "it's a little boy", the corners of his mouth twitched and an indescribable bitterness surged in his heart.

It’s not that he doesn’t like boys, it’s mainly because boys are too naughty, especially when they are five or six years old, even cats and dogs dislike them.

However, he and Huai Ge'er are both men, so it is unrealistic for them to have a daughter.

As expected, this youngest son has shown extraordinary vitality since he was young.

As soon as he learned to crawl, he started exploring around the house, leaving a mess wherever he went.

Objects in the house were often "brutally damaged", vases were knocked over and broken, and books were torn to pieces.

Zhao Yunchuan looked at the mess on the ground, rubbed his aching temple, then glanced at his little son who was giggling beside him, feeling helpless and angry.

When he was five or six years old, he was even more naughty. He seemed to have endless energy and he staged "Havoc in Heaven" every day.

On a spring afternoon, the maid cleaned the courtyard with great difficulty and placed a few pots of blooming peonies there, preparing to add some elegance to the courtyard.

The little guy seized the opportunity and rushed out from the corridor like an agile little monkey, waving a homemade "spear" - a thin bamboo pole in his hand.

He rushed around in the peony bushes, and the petals were stirred into flying all over the sky, just like snowflakes in winter.

Zhao Yunchuan had just come out of the study and saw the mess. His temples were throbbing and he shouted, "What are you doing?"

The youngest son showed no fear at all. He raised the bamboo pole with a smile and said, "Dad, I'm catching monsters to protect our family!"

This youngest son also inherited Zhao Yunchuan's great strength. When he did things and got into trouble, the "destructive power" he caused far exceeded that of children of the same age.

This gave Zhao Yunchuan even more headaches.

However, although the child was a little naughty, under the guidance of Zhao Yunchuan and Fang Huai, he did not grow up astray. When he grew up, he became an upright gentleman, the kind of gentleman who uses words rather than violence.

Zhao Yunchuan was afraid that his child would beat someone up without mercy, but fortunately, his child was sensible and had never caused any serious trouble.

Fang Huai had lived an extremely happy life. Sometimes he wondered if he was dreaming. Already gray-haired, he lay in a rocking chair, holding Zhao Yunchuan's hand, and asked softly, "Husband, am I really not dreaming?"

Zhao Yunchuan opened his eyes lazily, and the sunlight filtered through the mottled leaves, casting fine shadows on his face.

He was stunned for a moment, with the sound of birds singing and leaves rustling in the breeze still lingering in his ears. After he came to his senses, he heard what Fang Huai said clearly.

He propped himself up, raised his hand, and gently stroked Fang Huai's white hair with his fingers. His voice was filled with the warmth of time: "Brother Huai, this is not a dream. Look, the peonies in our yard are blooming again, just like when our son was making trouble."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the courtyard. Several peonies were blooming in the sunshine, their petals unfolding layer by layer, and the rich fragrance of the flowers filled the air.

"I still remember that spring day when the little guy waved a bamboo pole and messed up the beautiful peonies. Now he has a family and children of his own." Zhao Yunchuan recalled with a smile, his eyes full of tenderness.

Fang Huai's eyes welled up with tears, and he nodded slightly: "Yes, time flies. At that time, I was always worried that something unexpected would happen, but I didn't expect that we could walk hand in hand until now."

Zhao Yunchuan stood up and sat on the rocking chair next to Fang Huai, holding his hand even tighter: "Brother Huai, I've been committed to you since I first saw you on the street. These years have been bitter and sweet, but I cherish every day of it."

He turned to look at Fang Huai, his eyes firm and affectionate, "This is not a dream, this is the real life we ​​walked through hand in hand. In the days to come, as long as I am still here, I will definitely accompany you."

A breeze blew by, and the peonies in the courtyard swayed gently, and the petals fell at their feet.

Fang Huai leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face. In the warm sunshine, he and Zhao Yunchuan immersed themselves in this long and beautiful time.