I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Uncle Fan covered his trouser pocket with one hand and held the edge of the table with the other, sweating in the autumn weather.

He looked at Old Fu and Uncle Li for help.

The atmosphere group is ready, but the parties involved are not.

Old Master Fu was still sitting at the dining table, his neck stretched out two miles, ready to get up at any moment.

At this time, Uncle Liao suddenly stood up and walked straight out the door. For a moment, everyone's attention was attracted by him.

Lin Qinglan looked at Aunt Wen and Uncle Fan and smiled knowingly.

"Xiao De, congratulations to the uncles and aunts in advance."

The song that Xiao De played in response to her was: "Looking back, I haven't gone far."

At the same time, a louder sound of music filled the room.

After the prelude, Uncle Fan's voice came from the speakers: "Ms. Wen Qiu, today is the 84th day since we met. Although it is short, I have seen your smiling face 3458 times."

"We exchanged 13 letters and met 234 times."

"You wrote me 14 letters in total."

"Because once we had a conflict, you wrote two whole letters to scold me."

"You always say that I'm bad at speaking, but there's one sentence I've practiced countless times and I want to say it to you..."

Aunt Wen couldn't find the source of the sound, so she turned around and met Uncle Fan's serious gaze.

The man whose voice was firm and powerful in the recording now had hands shaking badly.

He stood up and walked towards Aunt Wen, just like he had done countless times when he waited for her outside the classroom and greeted her when they met.

The distance between the two people was less than half a meter, and Uncle Fan's small step brought the distance closer.

He took out the box that he had been hiding behind his back and knelt on one knee: "I love you, are you willing to marry me..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a hurried knock on the door.

Aunt Li, who was closest to the door, kicked her husband, Uncle Zhao, and said, "Hurry up and open the door. Don't delay the progress."

"Really? I told him not to close the door, but why did he close it anyway?"

Uncle Zhao opened the door in front of everyone in the room, and Uncle Liao, who had disappeared, rushed in, holding a bouquet of bright red roses.

"So Uncle Liao is the flower girl today." Lin Qinglan nodded in understanding.

The person delivering flowers outside the door was Aunt Wen's daughter Xiaoya. She poked her head out of the door and was pulled in by Aunt Li and Aunt Zhu, standing side by side with Lin Qinglan.

"Principal Lin, I'm not late, am I?" Xiaoya said, still catching her breath.

Lin Qinglan took the water on the table and handed it to her, and helped her calm down. "No, it happened at the most critical moment."

"Luckily I made it in time. Seeing my mother get proposed to is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If I missed it, I would regret it for the rest of my life." Xiaoya was smiling.

It's not just the joy of catching Aunt Wen in her twilight romance, but also the sincere wish for Aunt Wen to be happy.

"Flower boy" Uncle Liao handed the flowers to Uncle Fan.

The ceremony, which was stuck halfway, continued.

Uncle Fan raised the ring box solemnly: "Will you marry me?"

"Give me a chance to walk through life with you."

"If you don't want to, then... forget it."

He spoke the second half of the sentence very quietly, but Aunt Wen still heard it.

"What do you mean by that? Take back what you said." Aunt Wen proudly stretched out her hand and gestured to him.

Uncle Fan suddenly realized and took out a gold ring and put it on Aunt Wen's hand.

Aunt Wen was about to withdraw her hand with satisfaction, but Uncle Fan put a big gold bracelet on her hand.

He even stood up and put a gold necklace on Aunt Wen before kneeling back down again.

Aunt Wen was stunned by his series of actions.

"I just said that I like gold, and you still remember it." She didn't hide the smile on her face.

Aunt Wen bent down and held Uncle Fan's hand: "I do."

The music sounded again in my ears, "Companionship is the most lasting confession of love."

Old Fu and a group of people took out the firework guns they had prepared.

The fireworks guns exploded in unison, and streamers flew in the air, landing on the two people who were looking at each other.

At this moment, the people they love are by their side and the people they cherish are in front of them.

Romance knows no age, hold your hand and grow old together.

Looking back, everyone except Aunt Wen had a mission to accomplish.

Lin Qinglan just received the fireworks gun from Uncle Fan’s student.

Uncle Li has speakers under his seat, and he takes on the job of sound engineer.

Xiaoya was asked by Uncle Fan to check the matching of the bouquets and pick out the one Aunt Wen liked best.

Su Hao and his mentor, who kept eating oranges, also created a screaming atmosphere.

Even the system was setting off electronic fireworks in Lin Qinglan's mind.

Aunt Wen's eyes were slightly red, "You really do great things quietly."

"I always said before that you don't understand romance and I can't understand your expression."

"Who would have thought that you were just laying the groundwork by asking me to do math problems?"

"Remember to solve the questions in the birthday gift I gave you. Those are also my answers."

"Lao Fan, I said before that I don't believe in marriage or love, but I choose to believe in you."

"So, no matter how many years there are in the future, let's live together."

Aunt Wen’s last marriage was introduced by her family, and she only met her husband once before they got married.

Her ex-husband was idle at home every day. She was working as a salesperson in the supply and marketing cooperative at the time. It was a good job, but it could not support her ex-husband's bottomless pit.

When Xiaoya was a little over one year old, her ex-husband was about to hit her after an argument. She hit him back with a stick and took the child back to her parents' home.

Her family had already given the betrothal gift to her younger brother and wanted to send her back.

Aunt Wen cut off ties with her family and became what they called an "unfilial daughter."

She didn't regret it. She had made plans long ago, saved some money, hired someone to take care of the children, worked part-time, and later saved money to start her own business.

After that, he raised his daughter Xiaoya and never thought about remarrying.

When they met Uncle Fan, they were already past the age of sentimentality and they respected and understood each other.

This relationship is not everything in her life, it is just the icing on the cake.

Aunt Wen remembered that she had not received the math problems sent by Uncle Fan on time a few days ago, and she even teased: "Why don't you prepare your math problems?"

Uncle Fan just looked at him with a smile and did not answer.

Now Uncle Fan gave his answer:

"Because I have encountered something that I care about more than mathematics. This problem will take me the rest of my life to solve."

Uncle Fan was not good at speaking and was crying at this time. He had "rehearsed" this day countless times in the notebook he carried with him.

No matter how many times I simulate and imagine it, it is not as direct and gorgeous as the scene before my eyes.

This Friday was unforgettable.

In the new week, uncles and aunts developed new activities in school.