Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!-Chapter 610: We Will Grow Old, We Will Die

And so, Zhao Gushen and Ye Fei took Xiao Mo to pick out some photo frames first.

Zhao Gushen chose some of various sizes.

By the time they returned, the photos were already nearly finished being edited.

Just as the photographer had said, there wasn’t much that needed retouching.

Even the color tones scarcely needed adjustment.

So the photos were printed out, and Zhao Gushen took them home immediately.

On the way home, they went to the supermarket to buy some nails, a hammer, and a drill.

Back home, after everything was organized, Ye Fei and Xiao Mo together placed the selected photos into frames.

Zhao Gushen was deciding where to hang them.

"Xiao Fei, does this spot look okay?" Zhao Gushen gestured to frame a location with his hands.

It was exactly one side of the living room wall.

"Arrange them in an irregular pattern here," Zhao Gushen suggested. "We can hang today’s family photo and Xiao Mo’s individual ones."

"We’ll also hang some of Xiao Mo’s individual photos in his bedroom," Zhao Gushen added.

Ye Fei looked at the spot Zhao Gushen pointed to and nodded, saying, "This will work."

"Then I’ll get the ladder," Zhao Gushen said.

He had just said it when he suddenly froze.

"What’s wrong?" Ye Fei asked, wondering why he hadn’t gotten the ladder.

"I’m not sure if we even have a ladder," Zhao Gushen admitted, embarrassed.

Usually, he didn’t need to bother with such things.

If any appliance broke, they would report it for repair, as the property management provided a dedicated housekeeper for each household.

Anything needing fixing could be directed to the housekeeper, so he never had to worry about these things.

"I’ll ask Aunt Guo," Zhao Gushen decided.

Coincidentally, Aunt Guo was already on her way over.

Receiving Zhao Gushen’s call on the way, she said, "Sir, there’s a small storage room on the second floor, at the end of the hallway, originally a laundry room, but since there’s one downstairs, the one upstairs has been used for storage." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"There’s a ladder in there," Aunt Guo said, "Is something broken at home? I can call the housekeeper to find someone to fix it."

Aunt Guo thought it was strange since she’d checked everything the day before.

Everything at home was fine and didn’t need repairs.

"Nothing’s broken, I just need to use the ladder," Zhao Gushen explained.

Ending the call, Zhao Gushen went to the storage room on the second floor and indeed found a ladder.

He brought the ladder down, pre-positioned the frames, and marked where to drill.

Then he hammered in each nail and hung the frames.

Zhao Gushen took the ladder back to the second floor.

Then returned.

He stopped at the stairs and examined the entire wall beside them.

"How about hanging some here too? You could see them all the way up," Zhao Gushen asked again.

Ye Fei hadn’t had the chance to answer when Xiao Mo, cheerily, nodded, "Great, great, it’ll look beautiful here!"

"It’s like an art gallery; you can look up while walking!" Xiao Mo exclaimed.

"Wait!" Ye Fei remembered something and quickly went to the study.

She retrieved Xiao Mo’s photo albums from the bookshelf.

These were brought over from their previous residence and stored in the bookshelf.

After all, Ye Fei didn’t have many books, mostly cookbooks and related materials, along with printed editions of ancient texts.

There’s plenty of space left for Xiao Mo’s photo albums from birth to now.

She intended to take the photo album downstairs.

However, as she held them, she realized there were too many.

Ye Fei simply left the study empty-handed.

Zhao Gushen and Xiao Mo were still at the stairs.

The big and small were both gazing towards the second floor.

Their positions surprisingly in sync.

There was even a bit of the obedient puppy feel.

Ye Fei couldn’t help but laugh a little.

Zhao Gushen raised his eyebrows, not understanding why Ye Fei suddenly laughed.

Ye Fei’s emotions rarely fluctuated, and even looking into her eyes, Zhao Gushen couldn’t fathom her thoughts.

"Xiao Mo’s photos are too many; come with me," Ye Fei pulled Zhao Gushen’s hand to lead upstairs, while Xiao Mo followed closely.

"I’m thinking of finding all of Xiao Mo’s photos from baby to now."

"Track his growth on the wall," Ye Fei gestured, "When coming up the stairs, the first thing you see is his baby photos, and each step is like adding a year of age."

"But I’m only four years old now," Xiao Mo said from behind.

Doesn’t that mean only four photos?

Ye Fei laughed and said, "Yes, don’t you think that’s meaningful?"

"Each year you grow, it’s like climbing a step, and above the step on the wall, we’ll hang another photo of you," Ye Fei said with a smile.

Xiao Mo’s face immediately lit up.

"Sure, I want to hang them this way!" Xiao Mo quickly responded.

Inspired by Ye Fei’s idea, Zhao Gushen said, "How about we do it this way too?"

By this time, they had already reached the second floor.

Zhao Gushen continued, "Our couple photos can hang above Xiao Mo’s."

"Xiao Mo’s photos start from birth. Our photos will be counted from our wedding," Zhao Gushen explained.

"Wedding day, first anniversary, second anniversary, third anniversary, and continue counting like that," Zhao Gushen elaborated.

"Xiao Mo’s photos hang below ours, perfectly showing our family of three," Zhao Gushen said with a smile, realizing it was truly a good idea.

"When we eventually have a sister for Xiao Mo, we can hang her photos below Xiao Mo’s, creating a timeline like a family tree," Zhao Gushen suggested.

"Every additional year of our marriage, we can take an extra commemorative photo. Not necessarily formal ones taken at a photography studio. Even selfies or photos taken by Xiao Mo for us would do."

"Just like the photos you’ve taken of Xiao Mo, they’re shot casually with your camera or phone. I think it’s great, that’s our real life."

"As our marriage endures and we age, each year’s photos will look different, with our appearances changing," Zhao Gushen shared.

"Year after year passes, we’ll eventually reach middle age, our faces lined with wrinkles, growing gray hair, reaching our seventies or eighties, with those photos hanging on the upper steps of the stairs."

"We can look back from our newlywed days, tracking our journey through silver, golden anniversaries."

"And reverse the view from when we’re white-haired, back to our youthful days now," Zhao Gushen narrated calmly.

As Zhao Gushen spoke, Ye Fei already had the scene in her mind.

Zhao Gushen’s description was tender, heartwarming, and slightly poignant.

Because they would age.

Grow old, die.

Their marriage lasts but a few decades.

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