Quick Wear: This is my wife

Chapter 333: Educated Youth vs. Village Grass 64

After spending a fulfilling and interesting month in Beijing, Qin Zhan and Song Zibai embarked on their journey again.

They continue to explore the world, enjoying their own world while also enriching their life experiences.

In the years that followed, they witnessed many great historical moments.

They witnessed with their own eyes the return of the port city to the embrace of the motherland. The grand handover ceremony and the joy on people's faces brought tears to their eyes.

They also witnessed the milestone event of Taiwan's return to the motherland and felt immense pride in the country's unity and prosperity.

During this period, Qin Shuangwu continued to work hard to grow, and finally successfully passed the entrance examination for the fashion design major, taking a solid step towards his dream.

With the development of science and technology, people's living standards are getting better and better.

Qin Zhan placed all the antiques he had collected in the small Western-style house they had first bought.

Sometimes I use my mobile phone to send some videos so that everyone can see the old items.

(Fuck, they're worthy of being the richest family! Their cultural heritage is truly unmatched by ours.)

(Just this small villa of the richest man is worth hundreds of billions now...)

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Song Zibai had been starving in Dayangshu Village before, even though Qin Zhan later took care of his health wholeheartedly.

He tried to repair the trauma left by those years, but the previous overstrain was like a bomb buried deep in his body, which had caused irreversible damage to his health.

When Song Zibai was seventy years old, his weather-beaten body finally couldn't bear the burden and collapsed like a crumbling building.

This is not caused by some sudden disease, but life follows the laws of nature and moves towards the end of birth, aging, sickness and death.

On the white hospital bed, Song Zibai lay weakly, his hand tightly holding Qin Zhan's hand, as if that was his last support in this world.

"Brother Zhan," Song Zibai's voice was weak but full of affection, "The biggest regret in my life is that I am not a woman and cannot bear children for you. If there is a next life, I want to be a woman and marry you again."

Tears glistened in his eyes, an emotion mingled with deep love and guilt for Qin Zhan.

In his heart, Qin Zhan was so perfect. He felt that due to his physical limitations, he was unable to leave a child for his lover. This was a regret that he would never be able to let go of in his life.

"I hope it's just the two of us, together forever. I can't bear to see you suffer the pain of childbirth. I don't need a child. My world only needs you, and you are the most important." Qin Zhan said softly, his eyes full of love and reluctance.

He kissed the back of Song Zibai's old hand, his movements gentle and pious, just like when they first got together. Every movement was cautious, as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world, and all his love was poured into this kiss.

"I know, but I want a child of our love and a continuation of our bloodline." Song Zibai's eyes were filled with tears, and tears rolled down his wrinkled cheeks.

He felt that he had delayed Qin Zhan. In his opinion, Qin Zhan was so outstanding that he deserved to have a complete family.

However, all this could not be achieved due to his own reasons, and this self-blame made his heart feel as if it was being pierced by thousands of needles.

"In the next life, maybe we will go to a more developed world, and perhaps men will be able to have children. Then we can have a child of our own, okay?" Qin Zhan still coaxed Song Zibai gently, trying to ease his sadness.

He made a promise with him for the next life. It was their beautiful vision of the future and the only comfort they could give to each other at this moment of life and death.

"Okay! I will marry you in the next life. I'll wait for you to find me. I'm tired and want to sleep for a while." After Song Zibai finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes. His breathing became weaker and weaker, and every breath seemed to be his final farewell to the world.

Until finally, that faint breath completely disappeared, and he left this world quietly like a sleeping child.

Qin Zhan kissed his cheek gently, tears welling in his eyes, but he tried hard not to let them fall. "Even though you are old, you are still so cute. Wait for me to find you. I love you."

His voice echoed in the silent ward, filled with endless sorrow.

Qin Zhan suppressed his grief and began to arrange their funeral affairs.

He decided to donate the Yanglou building in his home, which carries countless memories, to the country as a museum, so that the building can continue to exist over the years and become a witness to their love and life.

He handed the company over to Qin Shuangwu, the child who had grown up with them and was now able to stand on his own.

"Xiao Wu, uncle is going to look for your uncle, please remember to bury us together." Qin Zhan's words were full of trust and entrustment.

After arranging all this, he had no regrets in his heart, because he knew that his love with Song Zibai would continue forever, whether in this life or the next.