The apartment door creaked open.
With the smell of hot pot on his head, Yang Xiao tiptoed into the living room. In order not to make a little noise when walking, she took off her shoes as soon as she got out of the elevator. With two basketball shoes in her hands, she tiptoed and sneaked into her apartment like a thief.
However, before she could shove the basketball shoes into the shoe rack, the headlights above her head snapped on.
"Good evening, smile." Tang Shuge slumped on the sofa, with his feet on the coffee table, with junk food such as fried chicken, pizza, and fat house happy water in front of him. She poured the last bite of chips into her mouth and muttered, "Why didn't you turn on the lights when you came back?"
"I'm not afraid that you fell asleep." Yang Xiao threw the topic back, "Today is Christmas, you didn't go out to play?"
"What's there to play? It's always in pairs on the road. If you have time to eat lemons, it's better to be in pairs." Tang Shuge frowned, "...Wait, stop for me! You're going out today. At that time, you were not wearing what you are wearing now, are you?"
Yang Xiao: "…"
She looked down at her basketball jersey and down coat, racking her brains and couldn't think of any reason to prevaricate it.
"Damn it!!" Tang Shuge's excellent associative ability immediately made her think of an intense and exciting action movie. She jumped up from the sofa and said in a tone of envy and hatred, "Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that Miss Yang enjoyed a little wolf dog brand 'Horse Killing Chicken'~~"
Although she is a good best friend, Tang Shuge is not half of Yang Xiao's male predestined relationship, and until now she is still a mother-child solo.
Yang Xiao's face turned red, but unfortunately the evidence was overwhelming, just by looking at her good complexion from the inside out, it was enough to understand how comfortable that "horse killing chicken" was.
"Speaking of Meng Yufan... I have something to tell you." She walked to the sofa and sat down, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to tell the truth to her best friend.
"What's up?"
"He and I... we..." Yang smiled and choked, "We are together."
"Oh, then what?" Tang Shuge said while nibbling on the chicken wings. Her reaction was so calm, completely beyond Yang Xiao's expectations.
"...Don't you have anything to say?" Yang Xiao asked incredulously. Before, Tang Shuge had been persuading her to stay with Meng Yufan, but Yang Xiao was stubborn and stubborn, not willing to accept Little Wolfdog's offer. She thought that after telling Tang Shuge what they had decided to date, she would attract teasing and ridicule from her best friend, but she thought that Tang Shuge's expression was calm and he didn't even move his eyebrows.
"Didn't you two get together earlier?" Tang Shuge asked back, "I already knew about this."
This time, Yang Xiao was shocked: "Why do you think so? He didn't officially confess to me until today."
... Although the remarks in the bathroom were neither "official" nor like "confession", but in the end... Kekekeke. As long as the result is good, the intermediate process is ignored.
"Huh?!" Tang Shuge's eyes widened, "but some time ago, you ran to his school every day after work, and often didn't return home at night. I'm still wondering, after you two were together, there was a light bulb like me at home. It's inconvenient, so you can only go out and stay in a hotel every day."
Yang Xiao immediately explained: "You misunderstood, he was preparing for the CET-4 test at that time, and I was just helping him to review his English. Do you know how much it would cost an hour for an English major in a famous university like me to be a tutor outside? He can't pay, so I have to use other methods to collect some 'tuition fees'?"
"... According to what you said, your relationship is really 'simple'."
Tang Shuge rolled his clever little white eyes and asked again, "Then how did he impress you this time?"
This sentence is like a bottle opener, while Yang Xiao is like a beer bottle that can finally be bubbling after holding it for a long time.
She immediately took Tang Shuge's hand and confided to her about the ups and downs of the day.
Of course, her retelling is a "harmonious version", removing some scenes that are not allowed below the neck.
But even in the castrated version, Tang Sugar was so surprised that he didn't even bother to eat the pizza in his hand.
"The little wolf dog is too good, right? Even jealous is so romantic!" Tang Shuge exclaimed, "'I want to be the last man in your life', this kind of love is only in the early twenties. The little boy who is in can tell it - what about you, have you promised him?"
Yang Xiao's answer was very cautious: "It's useless to ask a twenty-year-old me about this kind of thing. I'll tell him when I'm eighty."
"Hey, hey, your answer is too cunning."
Yang Xiao and Meng Yufan are two completely different people.
Yang Xiao is meticulous and considerate, while Meng Yufan is driven by the fire in his heart and the love in his eyes.
If the time went back three months, Yang Xiao would definitely not fall in love with such a straightforward and clumsy boy - no, to be more precise, she has already been tricked by two stinky men, and she can't wait to put the matter of love away from her. delete it from your life!
However, Yang Xiao met Meng Yufan on that day three months ago.
There are always some people who will make you revise your spouse selection criteria again and again, which will make you retreat from your bottom line step by step...
No one can pretend not to see such a hot and straightforward courtship. Yang Xiao accepted Meng Yufan's love and decided to repay him with the same love.
As for whether they can make it to the end - then wait until the last day of life to find out.
…
While Yang Xiao and her best friend were chatting all night, Meng Yufan was not idle either.
After he returned to the dormitory, he smiled like a fool and admired the bracelet on his right wrist for half an hour.
Yang Xiao is not very good at braiding this kind of thing. She simply used the simplest twist braid method to braid three strands of colored ropes of different colors together, and then tied the two sides into knots, which became a bracelet.
It is so unremarkable and so unique.
The thin bracelet clings to the boy's wrist, the knot against his pulse. Every time the blue blood vessel beats, the knot goes up and down.
When Yang Xiao gave Meng Yufan this bracelet, he asked him a little embarrassedly, "Is it too simple? Why don't I buy you some pure gold transfer beads and string them on."
But Meng Yufan felt that how could the mere transfer beads be worthy of the bracelet woven by Yang Xiao
He couldn't help but touch and touch, and the shyness that flashed past when the girl put on the bracelet for him appeared again in front of him.
There are little rubber bands all over the street, but this bracelet is a token of love for the two of them!
The 1.96-meter boy is like a child who has not graduated from kindergarten. He can't help jumping up and down in the dormitory, dancing with his hands. Fortunately, the dormitory building is empty today. .
No, he must find someone to share such a happy thing! !
He did what he thought of, left, took out his phone, and looked around in the address book. It's past midnight now. It's definitely not appropriate to call classmates and friends rashly. It can only be—
"Mom!" Meng Yufan, a well-behaved baby, chose to call his parents far away on the other side of the ocean. "Are you busy now? I have something important to tell you."
"Fanfan? Are you finally willing to call us?" It was Meng Yufan's mother who answered the phone.
Across the ocean, Mother Meng, who was in a meeting with her subordinate, gave her subordinate a pause gesture: "I'll take a call first." She covered her phone's microphone, "The meeting will be suspended for five minutes."
"Okay, Mr. Fan." The secretary nodded.
Mother Meng picked up her phone and walked out of the conference room, and stopped in a secluded corner. Because he has been busy with work, Meng Yufan did not give birth to Meng Yufan until he was over 30 years old. He is already in his 50s this year. But just by looking at her appearance, it is impossible to tell her actual age at all. She is very well maintained, her makeup is exquisite, and her black hair is pulled into a tight bun behind her head. She is a very elegant professional woman.
The Meng family's parents are in the wood business, and they have established factories in Southeast Asia, Africa and other places, often flying back and forth between several continents. In the eyes of others, Meng Yufan is an out-and-out rich second-generation. There are nearly 10,000 workers in the factory under his parents' name. Even if he doesn't play football, he can live a luxurious and prosperous life... But Meng Yufan was abused by his parents since he was a child. Teach, know how hard their work is and every penny is not easy to earn. Therefore, he has a lot of diligence and thrift that rich children do not have.
However, because he insisted on playing football, did not want to inherit the family business, and had a big quarrel with his parents, their family of three had not sat down and talked calmly for a long time.
I haven't been in contact for a few months. Actually, Mother Meng misses her son so badly that she is very happy to receive a call from Meng Yufan now.
The mother and son talked a lot about themselves. Meng Yufan greeted the parents and asked them not to work hard all the time. They are already very old and can no longer work as hard as young people.
"What if you don't fight?" Mom Meng said, "you don't want to inherit the family business, we have to save more money when we can do it, at least for your son, your son's son, and your son's Can you save money for your son's son's milk powder?"
Meng Yufan: "...Mom..." He was helpless, "I have hands and feet, can't I make money by myself?"
"Do you make money by playing football?" Meng's mother sighed, "You only increase your golf quotient, not your financial quotient. It's really frustrating."
How could a family of three and two shrewd businessmen give birth to a silly son
"Okay, what are you calling?" Mom Meng looked at her watch, "I still have a business worth tens of millions to discuss. I'll give you five minutes to make a long story short."
Meng Yufan hurriedly shook things out: "Mom, the cypress tree you prepared for me can be used."
"… what?"
"It's the cypress tree that you and my dad planted when I was born."
Mother Meng was stunned.
She is from the south, and there is a custom in her hometown: as long as the family has a baby, if it is a daughter, plant a camphor tree, and if it is a boy, plant a cypress.
When the children grow up and want to get married, the camphor trees are cut down to make wooden boxes and beds, which are used as dowries for the daughters and brought to the husband’s house; the cypress trees are picked off the top branch and given to the new ones by the parents-in-law. Daughter-in-law, to wish the young couple "a hundred years of harmony".
Mother Meng understood Meng Yufan's suggestion and asked in surprise, "You mean... you found a girlfriend?"
"Not a girlfriend," the boy solemnly announced on the phone, "it's a wife."
Meng's mother couldn't contain her excitement, and immediately asked, "Where is my daughter-in-law from? What is her occupation? How did you know each other? How long have you known each other? When do you plan to get married?"
Meng Yufan was hit hard by her mother's indiscriminate bombardment, and said helplessly, "Didn't you say that you still have tens of millions of business to negotiate in five minutes?"
"The business of tens of millions will be gone." Meng's mother immediately overturned her previous words, "The little pig I gave birth will finally be able to go to the cabbage - or this matter is more important!"