Xu Jing walked over and sat down next to her father, "Dad, it seems you're quite used to this place."
"It's quite nice to retire here," Xu Shiming replied gently, "And this place is even better than Tao Yuanming's peach blossom spring, the environment is serene, it has TV and internet, and I can still order takeout without being disconnected from the world!"
"Dad, are you planning to spend the rest of your life here?" Xu Jing asked.
Xu Shiming laughed heartily, "How could that be? Won't you bring me back home someday? I'm old, but I can still help you with the kids."
"Dad!" Xu Jing laughed, her heroic face blushing, "I haven't even thought about marriage yet."
"Haha, one day you'll have to," Xu Shiming said, "Jingjing, you're not getting any younger. When will you let me hold a grandson?"
"I don't know." Xu Jing sighed, looking at her father's greying temples, she couldn't bear to admonish him.
Yet the doubts churned in her chest, painful whether she asked or stayed silent.
