"One two one, one two three four."

Yang Jun took his son for a run in the yard.

Since moving to his new home, Yang Jun is not familiar with the surrounding environment. For safety reasons, morning exercises are basically done in the yard.

Fortunately, the yard is big enough for their family to exercise.

After his son hit someone, Yang Jun increasingly felt that having a good body was more important than anything else. If his physical fitness was not good, he might not be able to withstand the first blow, and nothing would happen later.

"Press down, keep pressing down."

After finishing the run, Yang Jun took his son to do leg presses.

My son usually exercises three days fishing and two days drying nets, and his basic skills are not up to standard. This is also the result of his mother Yi Qiushui and Sun Zhaodi's pampering. They feel sorry for their son and feel that learning kung fu is meaningless.

His son Yang Huaidao had a sad face, tears welling up in his eyes. From time to time, he glanced at Sun Zhaodi who was kicking the stakes for help. Sun Zhaodi also kicked the stakes repeatedly, focusing entirely on Yang Huaidao.

Yang Huaidao was raised by her every time she pooped and peed, and she had deep feelings for him. Seeing that Yang Huaidao was suffering so much, she couldn't bear it, so she couldn't help saying.

"Godfather, how about I teach my brother?"

Yang Jun's training was too harsh. Even the training in the army was not so harsh.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "You can pull me down, you've been teaching for eight years and you're still like this."

Yang Jun heard this excuse many times. Every time he said that he was teaching his son to practice martial arts, but in the end it was ignored.

"Godfather, I promise this is the last time. I will practice well with my brother."

"Haha, you said the same thing last time."

"This is really the last time."

Sun Zhaodi stopped kicking the pile, came to Yang Jun, took his arm and said coquettishly.

"Godfather, just let me teach my brother."

When Yang Jun saw this, he got goosebumps all over his body.

It feels very awkward for a big and thick female man to act like a baby, especially Sun Zhaodi who has never been able to act like a baby.

Yang Jun became alert and quickly pulled out his arm.

"Okay, okay, this is the last time you said it."

Yang Jun said: "Zhao Di, I'm serious this time. You have given me the honor of being a godfather. If you don't teach your brother well, your godfather won't believe you in the future."

When Sun Zhaodi heard this, she grinned and said, "Thank you, godfather."

Yang Jun waved his hand and said, "Okay, you two sisters can practice. I'll go back and take a shower."

After that, go straight back to the backyard.

At the corner, Yang Jun turned around, put his body behind the shadow wall, and stretched his head to look at them. He saw Sun Zhaodi asking Yang Huaidao to practice boxing in a decent manner. However, when the siblings were practicing boxing, they would occasionally

He turned around and glanced in his direction.

Seeing this, Yang Jun shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Back in the backyard, Yi Qiushui was still sleeping in.

"I said, baby, you're not going to work today?"

Yang Jun asked while taking a change of clothes from the cabinet.

Yi Qiushui lay on the bed and glanced at him with squinted eyes.

Then he opened his arms and said with an angry smile: "Hubby, give me a hug."

In the morning, the golden sunlight shines red light through the window on Yi Qiushui's lazy and delicate body. The curvy figure is clearly visible. When Yang Jun saw this, he felt inexplicably hot.

Throwing away the clothes in his hands, he rushed over.

"Ah, husband, what are you doing?"

Yi Qiushui exclaimed: "Just a hug, just a hug."

Yang Jun automatically chose to block her words and put his hands together to do whatever he had to do.

"..."

…

Half an hour later, Yang Jun lazily came out of the bathroom and plopped down on the sofa.

He put his legs on the coffee table and smoked a cigarette leisurely.

This girl Yi Qiushui kept provoking her while taking a shower, but he punished her again.

At this time, Yi Qiushui came out wrapped in a bath towel, bent down and wiped her wet hair.

"Husband, am I getting old? Why do I always feel so inadequate recently?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he snorted coldly: "You are not old, you are still in your prime."

"It's still the new year? I'll have four of them soon." Yi Qiushui curled her lips and said.

Yi Qiushui is two years younger than Yang Jun. She is thirty-eight this year. She is no longer the beautiful girl who was slim and exuding a youthful atmosphere. The years have left more or less traces on her body, and her figure has gained weight slightly.

, there are also wrinkles on the forehead and corners of the eyes, and every move no longer has the out-of-touch feeling of a young girl.

The idea of ​​eternal beauty is empty talk, no one can live forever, of course... except Yang Jun, an outlier.

His biological age will always remain at thirty years old.

Not only Yi Qiushui said that she was old, but also Yang Qingxiang, Huang Yani, Meng Wenya, and Nalan Qingmeng said that she was old, especially when she stood with Yang Jun, who was still the same person she had just met before.

In fact, their appearance has changed slightly.

Especially when it comes to that matter, they always feel increasingly powerless.

"Husband, if one day I get old, will you find another woman?" Yi Qiushui asked pretending not to care.

"Won't."

Yang Jun answered directly without thinking.

"If you get old, I will become a monk."

This type of question is both a point-based question and a proposition. As long as you hesitate for even a moment, there will be countless three-question questions immediately.

Do you not love me anymore?

Do you have another woman outside?

You don’t care about me anymore, you think I’m old, etc.

Therefore, when answering questions, you must be timely and decisive.

When Yi Qiushui heard this, she curled her lips and smiled.

Obviously very satisfied with Yang Jun's answer.

Women are a kind of duplicitous species. They may persuade you to take a concubine and find another woman, but in fact they really care about your feelings towards her.

Problems that seem to be of no concern are actually full of murderous intent.

"I don't want you to be a monk."

After being happy, Yi Qiushui felt a little disappointed. She looked at herself in the mirror as a mature woman, then looked back at Yang Jun, who was still young and vigorous, and sighed deeply.

"Husband, why don't you go find one?"

Yang Jun frowned when he heard this.

here we go again.

It's endless, isn't it?

When will this damn temptation end?

"If you say such things again, I will really enter the palace." Yang Jun said.

When Yi Qiushui heard this, she burst into laughter.

He sat down next to Yang Jun, hugged his neck, and buried her head deeply in his arms.

"No, you can't enter the palace just yet. I'll wait until I'm over fifty."

After saying that, he snorted.

When Yang Jun heard this, he couldn't laugh or cry.

If this is the rhythm of draining his remaining value.

I'm afraid that when he reaches that age, he might really be allowed to enter the palace. After all, he was still thirty years old at that time...

"Okay, let's wait until you are fifty years old." Yang Jun said helplessly.

The two were cozy for a while, and then went to the front yard to eat.

Everyone in the family has eaten well. Those who should go to school go to school, and those who should go to work go to work. Over the years, the family has long been accustomed to the habits of Yang Jun and Yi Qiushui. The two rarely come to have breakfast on time in the morning. At first

At that time, they thought it was normal for the two of them to just get married and still be in the honeymoon period, so they would be tired of being together. However, more than ten years later, the two of them were still tired of being together all day long, which made them confused.
To be continued...