Weather for Friday, August 22: Thundershowers
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I carefully avoided everyone's unpredictable gazes, sneaked to a coffee shop on the corner, and started dialing Yi Fan's number - and then I found that the coffee shop was indeed a place full of cups. When I most wanted to be like a little bird, I While he was crying, his phone was turned off.
Men are indeed unreliable.
I held the cup and my eyes wandered, thinking about how to go back and clean up the mess. About half an hour later, I felt something approaching and subconsciously raised my head, only to see a teenage boy with a tall build and a bun face blocking the way. Light in front of eyes.
"Auntie," he called.
This title is really... weird.
"Grandma asked me to come and see if you are still alive." Seeing my confused look, he immediately added, "It's Mrs. Han who you scolded Obasan just now. She said she forgives you."
"I didn't call her Obasan!" Those mindless words just now have already made me embarrassed to see others. If I add such words, I might as well die.
"Of course you said it." The little fat man said firmly.
"I didn't say! I was talking about menopausal women!"
"It means the same thing." He shrugged nonchalantly, turned to one side and shouted, "Waiter, give me a glass of sweet milk! This aunt pays!"
The natural rogue aura exuding from this little fat guy is really off-putting.
"Wait, what did you just call me? Auntie?!"
"Then what should I call you?" He scratched his hair in confusion, "Aunt? Aunt? Third aunt and grandma? Oops, seniority is the most troublesome. It's better to go abroad. One aunt can solve it all."
Suddenly there was a flash of lightning in front of my eyes. Wait, Yi Fan seems to have said that he has an elder brother. The old man's attitude has always been very twisted. I offended Mrs. Han, but she forgave me. And the little fat man who said this also had a strange aura... I couldn't help but stretch out my hand. He took action and slapped that bun's face up and down. Hey, it doesn't look like that. There's no trace of Yi Fan's Qing Jun in this bun face.
"Oh, what are you doing?!" Baozi cried out in pain as he was being kneaded into a pie.
"Let's see if you've had plastic surgery. Hey, Baozi, your surname is Yi, right? What's your name? You and your family are getting together to tease me." I made a bold guess based on my reasoning.
"My grandfather's surname is Han, let me tell you what my surname should be!" Little Baozi said contemptuously.
Yes, I have never seen anything so ugly. Could it be that my IQ drops so much when I'm emotional
"Then tell sister, do you know a black-hearted uncle named Yi Fan?" I tempted.
But the little fat man began to look at the sky cunningly, and said to him: "Oh, my grades have been so bad recently, and all my pocket money has been deducted. My favorite game console has a new model, and everyone except my classmates has it. Thinking of this , I feel depressed. Everyone used to call me 'Pistachio', but now I'm so depressed that I don't even want to say anything."
It turns out that "profiteer" is also a kind of talent. I weighed between his depression and my depression, and I felt that only by dealing with his depression could I resolve my depression, and only by taking a curve could I see through Yi Fan's conspiracy, so I resigned myself to my fate and boarded his pirate ship. As a result, this child who brazenly called himself a "pistachio" but actually looked more like a "happy bun" to me, after one afternoon, successfully kidnapped a valuable game console from me, was still dissatisfied. He was willing to tell his relationship with Yi Fan.
Seeing that I was determined to torture him, Baozi was also determined to run away, so he quickly stopped a taxi while I wasn't paying attention and jumped in. I quickly held the car door and grabbed the box in his hand: "Humph, you want to run away? No way! If you don't tell the truth, you can't leave today!"
"Are you too unreliable to snatch toys from a kid like me? You see, even the driver uncle despises you."
I glanced out of the corner of my eye, and sure enough, the driver was looking at me impatiently.
"I'm not afraid of anyone who despises me! Don't tell me? Bring it to you!" I grabbed the game console back into my arms with all my strength. Hum, I took the bait but couldn't catch the fish. I don't want to do such a loss-making business.
Unexpectedly, the little fat man quickly closed the car door and shouted: "Uncle, leave quickly! Don't let her chase me."
I checked the weight and realized that there was just an empty box in my hand, and the bun had already transferred the contents without anyone noticing.
The taxi driver stepped on the accelerator and drove away, leaving me alone to take a deep breath in the exhaust to calm down my anger.
"Hey! You offended my grandma. Buying me something is considered as an indirect bribe to her. Young people must know how to please their bosses." He put his head out and shook the game console in his hand and shouted.
conspiracy! It's still the kind of conspiracy that everyone in the world knows about but hides it from me. After seeing off the little fat man, I walked back to Fengya Building unknowingly. Just as I was seriously considering whether to go up and pack my things now or come back in the middle of the night to pry into Mr. Han's safe and discover the truth, I heard someone behind me shout: "Xiao Bei" !”
I turned around, and like a person who had been electrocuted, my pupils dilated and then contracted.
Yi Fan, who had been missing for a day, appeared on the street corner, wearing gray trousers and a white shirt, leaning in front of the car with his arms folded, smiling at me, as refreshing and leisurely as a ray of cool breeze on the silver beach in summer, perfectly like A prince who is always ready to fight the dragon and save the princess.
Tsk tsk, what a beauty... Leaning on the car door with this lazy, unrestrained and charming look, I can compare those beautiful car models who are posing for several blocks. If I take off my coat and only leave my underwear on at a car show, Benben can do it. Selling price of Mercedes Benz.
The prince raised his wrist, hooked his fingers at me, and showed a determined smile on his lips.
I don’t have the arrogance of Snow White, nor the backbone of Cinderella, so I just drifted away.
Yi Fan looked down at me and asked, "Are you angry with me?"
I said in a sweet voice: "I am so happy to see you, how can I be angry?"
He smiled weakly: "Aren't you angry and smiling so awkwardly? Okay, I'll give you a kiss. Don't be angry anymore."
I tried hard to focus on the face that was getting closer and closer, almost cross-eyed. Just when his lips were about to touch her, with the anger of a savage girlfriend, I stepped on him hard with my heel. feet.
"Well..." He half curled up in pain, and his face instantly distorted as he was close at hand.
I looked at him and smiled innocently: "Oh, I'm sorry, the sole of my foot slipped."
Prince Charming has the endurance of a charming horse. He doesn't change his posture and kisses her forcefully with a grinning expression.
Hum, you were not there when I needed you, but now you are trying to make me forgive you by eating tofu! Just because Hello Kitty doesn't scratch people, doesn't mean it's a paper tiger! I raised my leg, ready to kick his calf.
Yi Fan had anticipated my move, and quickly pressed against my legs, turned around with me in his arms, and pushed me to the side of the car. He held the car door with one hand and hugged me with the other and teased: "Tsk, tsk, you can't roam freely. It’s been so barbaric for a few days.”
I struggled hard: "Rogue, let me go."
"What a gangster for teasing your own wife." Yi Fan said and kissed her again.
The kiss was so lingering and long that I saw several people behind him sneaking out their cameras. I was wondering if I would see "818's best men and women kissing in the street" on the gossip forum tonight. "There are pictures and the truth", Yi Fan finally let me go, rubbed my face and asked, "Why are you so careless? Are you not a good kisser? How about we start over?"
I knocked off his restless hand and quickly got into the car: "Who cares!"
Yi Fan smiled and said, "Then why are you blushing?"
The air conditioner is turned on in the car, but there is still a lingering heat. The setting sun shines in, making it even hotter. I opened the car window a crack and let the wind blow through my hot cheeks.
Yi Fan stretched out his hand to smooth my hair that was blown up by the wind and touched my face, asking, "Don't you want to know why I came suddenly?"
I turned away and looked at the passing scenery outside the window and said, "As the old saying goes, if you want to say something, you don't need me to ask. If you don't want to say it, it's useless for me to ask, right?"
"Oh, that's it." Yi Fan was silent for a long time before saying, "But there is something I know you don't want to say, but I still can't help but ask..."
"What?"
"Why don't you come with me to meet my parents?"
This question froze me for a while. Yi Fan proposed to take me to meet his parents a long time ago, but I always refused and delayed him intentionally or unintentionally.
"Su said, I am not suitable to meet my parents-in-law. We have a bad temper. I will disgust them and make them angry..."
"Stop talking nonsense, Su is about to become a fortune teller. Tell the truth, what are you thinking?"
Tell the truth? I thought for a moment, then took a deep breath and said: "The last time I met my parents, I went with Zhang Hai to meet his parents. I dressed up and was anxious and tried every means to please his parents. But they treated me hypocritically while treating Liu Miaomiao. A few days after introducing him to his son, Zhang Hai proposed that the reason for the breakup was that his parents opposed our being together and he didn’t want to go against their parents’ wishes.”
The atmosphere in the car was a bit tense. As expected, men are all petty creatures. Talking about Zhang Hai in front of Yi Fan was taboo anyway.
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"It's been so long and you still can't let go?" Yi Fan asked.
I shook my head. As outstanding as Yi Fan is, the parents who can raise such a child must also be elites. They may not be able to accept a girl like me who has followed the homely route for twenty-four years. Many examples teach us that meeting the parents-in-law is the beginning of tragedy. I care about Yi Fan too much, so I can't watch him disobey his parents, let alone lose him.
"I love you. That's why I'm scared." I lowered my head and whispered.
Yi Fan braked and stopped the car in the middle of the road. Accompanied by a series of braking sounds and yelling behind him, he held my face, carefully kissed the corners of my eyes, and said softly: "Fool, they will like you."
I smiled nervously: "Pull him down, Zhang Hai said the same thing. His parents did like me, but in comparison, they preferred Liu Miaomiao's father, the director, so they happily married off their son. Yes. Who knows if your parents have prepared a stunning beauty for you in the house, just waiting for you to go home, wash yourself, put on new clothes, and push the sedan into the wedding hall to get married."
"If this is the case, I will elope with you." He said.
Driving quickly, Yi Fan took me to an elegant and unique Chinese-style antique residential area in the city, and rang the doorbell of a small villa.
"Visiting friends? You didn't even tell me in advance." I complained.
"My parents." Yi Fan looked at me and said with a smile.
… ah
… ah? !
"You! Why are you making your own decisions!"
"I will make excuses after discussing with you. Anyway, it will be a matter of time. If we meet my parents sooner, it will happen sooner. We have almost completed the procedure after meeting my parents. It is business to set the wedding date as soon as possible and get married and have children as soon as possible."
What kind of business is this
"Well, Yi Fan, I suddenly remembered that I didn't turn off the faucet when I went out in the morning. The house should have been flooded. The neighbors downstairs are so powerful. I want to go back and take a look." After that, I turned around and ran out.
Yi Fan grabbed my arm: "We're already here, do you still want to run?"
When the door opened, I was scolding Yi Fan fiercely for his leaderless style of killing first and reporting later. The aunt who opened the door saw us with surprise in her eyes: "Hey, it's Xiaofan. You haven't been back for a long time. Who is this?"
"Xiaobei, I told you before." He put his arm around my shoulders and said.
"Hello, aunt, my name is Guan Xiaobei. I am your son's girlfriend. If you agree, I will become my wife in the future. Please give me your advice when we meet for the first time." I said with a deep bow, and raised my eyes to peek at the aunt in front of me. Fortunately, Except for her slightly stiff expression, overall she is kind and not as cunning as you would imagine a mother-in-law from a wealthy family to be.
Yi Fan was a little dumbfounded: "This is Aunt Zhang who helps take care of the house, not my mother."
Well, I admitted my mistake... Sure enough, the mother of a business elite cannot be so homely.
"Well, hello Aunt Zhang, I'm sorry for admitting the wrong person."
Aunt Zhang smiled kindly and said, "The food is ready and I'm waiting for you to come back."
Yi Fan took my hand and walked around the large screen in the entrance hall to the living room. On a large sofa, two heads, one black and one gray, were gathering together to focus on grabbing a game console and having a high time. Hearing the sound, the little black man raised his head.
"Ah! Korean buns!" I exclaimed.
The little fat man's face changed rapidly, first depressed, then surprised, and finally an evil smile. Then he shouted upstairs: "Grandma, the sister who calls you Obasan is here!"
Mrs. Han, who is elegant and charming but still has a strong aura, came from upstairs.
But in my opinion, this scene looks like a dying person seeing the God of Death approaching step by step with a sharp sickle in his hand. God, if you are willing to tell me, this is just because we accidentally walked into the wrong door, and I will be vegetarian every day for the rest of my life.
To make matters worse, Yi Fan hugged Mr. Han and Mrs. Han's arms and said cheerfully: "Xiaobei, these are my parents. That boy is my nephew. You call him Baozi... Well, it's very vivid."
My body froze on the spot, but my mind was struggling fiercely. Say something, Guan Xiaobei, say something to ease the awkward atmosphere...
"I didn't call you Obasan, I was talking about menopausal women." I blurted out.
The atmosphere was so solid that a hole could be made in the ground.
"Menopause has passed and we are now in old age." Mrs. Han said lightly, "Come over for dinner. Aunt Zhang has already prepared it. It's too late for you to come back."
"This girl is outspoken." Mr. Han said.
Is this considered a compliment? "Thank you." I whispered.
"... He always calls me 'that old man' behind my back." He added.
Well, God, please chop me to death.
I came to the restaurant with great hesitation, sat down without saying a word, and prepared to pierce my ears with my eyes on the plate in front of me.
"Why don't you say anything?" Yi Fan came over and asked with a smile, "Are you scared?"
I glared at him hard and whispered, "You picked it up, right?"
"No. Xiaofan's surname is mine." Mrs. Han answered, "His father stepped in the door. It was originally agreed that the eldest son would have my surname, and the younger son would follow him, but that was not the case after the child was born. Woman , you need to have property to be independent."
Mr. Han went against his usual cold demeanor and thoughtfully picked up vegetables for his wife and poured water for his grandson. But the little bun said with an unjust look on his face: "Grandma, you expose your family's disgrace in front of others like this, isn't it too disrespectful to grandpa?"
"She's going to be your aunt, so she doesn't count as an outsider." Mrs. Han said.
"Yeah, anyway, your grandma's petty nature has been talked about all her life. It can't be hidden. Xiaobei will know it sooner or later." Mr. Han is very protective of his wife.
They still had a calm and homely attitude, but they already treated me as family in their words, which made me a little touched: "Mr. Han, Mrs. Han, the matter between Yi Fan and I..."
"Mr. Han, please stay in front of others and call me. Your dad and I have already discussed it. The 19th of next month is a good day. It's a bit tight, but it's still late. Xiaobei, if your parents don't object, you can hurry up. The matter is done. Xih is a wedding gift to you. But the success of your business in the future depends on you. When you are not familiar with the business at the beginning, ask Xiaofan to help you. Don’t worry, we didn’t know anything back then. Aren’t you coming here step by step?”
"Ah?" Things happened too fast, and I couldn't react. "Isn't this too, too expensive?"
Before they could answer, Yi Fan said happily: "Thank you, parents!"
I could only say, "Thank you, Mr. Han, Han..." Seeing Mrs. Han's eyes, I quickly changed my words: "Thank you, uncle... ah, no, dad, mom."
She finally showed a smile and said, "Women, only with property can you have status, and only then can your son have his surname."
After dinner, Yi Fan had to catch a midnight flight back because he still had official duties. I couldn't go with him and had to take him to the airport. In the VIP room of the airport, I decided to put on a play with him that was hard to leave, so the little bird hugged his waist and leaned on his chest, whispering in his ear: "Yi Fan, you are such a dramatist. It’s so hard.”
"It's just average. I can see you perform in your true colors, let my parents see your true face, and you can successfully pass their tricky tests. No matter how hard it is, it's worth it."
"Your parents and I have never met, how do they recognize me?"
"It's a secret code. I told my dad, 'The one wearing the bracelet is your daughter-in-law.' There is no way I can't recognize my own things."
No wonder his dad started getting mad when he saw the bracelet on the day of the interview. "But have you ever thought about what if they don't like it?"
"How is that possible! They have always wanted to find a simple, capable, and child-bearing girl as their daughter-in-law. They will definitely like someone like you."
Simple, capable and good at raising children... I am the little village girl of the new era.
I pinched him hard through my clothes: "Yi Fan, remember to look under the locker in the bathroom when you get home. I hid an ancient object called a washboard there. If you have nothing to do, take it out and kneel down. Come to strengthen your body, and secondly, reflect on your plans for my fate!"
Yi Fan hugged me and smiled: "Come back early when you are done. Without you, kneeling on the washboard is no fun."
Two hours later, I saw Yi Fan off and claimed the buns from KFC.
"You two are so annoying, it took you so long! I was almost thought to be eating the King's meal!"
"A breakup is better than a wedding, so that's pretty good." I helped him pay for a family bucket in disgust, "Have you had dinner?"
"I'm telling you, you must never believe what my grandma said about the child having his mother's last name." He stuffed the last French fries into his mouth and said.
"You are so feudal at such a young age." I despised him.
"No," he shook his head like a dumpling, "my dad said that when his brothers were young, after people asked for their names, they would always secretly add, 'Your mother remarried?'"
"Really? Then let Yi Fan take his wife's surname." I smiled and pushed him out of the airport.
The summer evening breeze is cool and refreshing, and the lights at the airport are as bright as my mood and future.