"Dang Dang Dang!"
What appeared in front of Mu Yanzhu's eyes was a white Audi. It had a smooth and elegant shape, excellent body and chassis, and was spotless from a new car.
"How's the car I brought you? Are you satisfied?"
"...Why did you buy me a car?"
"One of the betrothal gifts is to give you a car first. This is a must."
For a moment, all Mu Yanzhu's words were stuck in his throat.
She just begged Jiang Qingchi not to look at her with such gentle and joyful eyes.
His eyes are so clean, containing his transparent love and his unimpulsed devotion.
The abundant light was simply brighter than the stars in the sky, making Mu Yanzhu suddenly feel ashamed.
"Would you blame me?"
"What?"
"It's just a child—"
"Daughter-in-law, I beg you to please me,"
Jiang Qingchi was really defeated by her. His eyebrows lowered and he sighed helplessly, "Can we not mention this topic for a day?"
Mu Yanzhu smiled, which just in time restrained all her negative emotions.
"Okay, let's not mention it. Let's go out to a restaurant tonight to celebrate my getting a car!"
…
The two of them came to a private restaurant. They had been there before. The chef here was good at cooking government dishes. The decoration was in a farmhouse style, with small goose-yellow light bulbs hanging above the head. The atmosphere was very warm.
Mu Yanzhu heard that the proprietress of the restaurant came back from Chinatown. She had been away from home for many years, but she still felt that her hometown was good and the people had good Feng Shui, so she came back.
Jiang Qingchi and Mu Yanzhu found a seat by the window and sat down.
There are simply not many people at night, only a few, and it is extremely quiet.
"Drink some wine?" Jiang Qingchi raised his eyebrows.
"OK."
"Hey, I mean, I drink wine and you drink tea."
As he spoke, Jiang Qingchi snapped his fingers and served good wine for himself and light tea for Mu Yanzhu.
"Who's driving next?"
"You." He smiled at her, his white teeth dazzling.
Mu Yanzhu was speechless.
Jiang Qingchi's eyebrows were naturally thick, and when illuminated by the light, his skin seemed to be waxed, with no impurities at all. He didn't look like a real man, but more like he had stepped out of a pictorial.
He held his chin with one hand and kept laughing. He was in a good mood. After drinking a little wine, he showed his original shape, his cheeks were red and his eyes were blurred.
"Stop drinking, you're drunk."
"I don't... I am the best drinker in the world."
Seeing her sigh, Jiang Qingchi snorted, "Don't you believe it?"
"I believe it, but don't drink. I don't want to serve a drunkard."
Mu Yanzhu took Jiang Qingchi's wine glass and put it on her side.
Jiang Qingchi was unhappy. He raised his right hand and asked her for a cup.
"Yan'er, I'm really not drunk."
Mu Yanzhu's heart jumped suddenly.
He usually calls her Jiang Yan, daughter-in-law, or wife, and rarely calls her "Yan'er" face to face.
The title "Yan'er" is very delicate and soft. When spoken from his thin lips, it carries the tenderness of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which is inexplicably warm.
Mu Yanzhu narrowed his eyes and watched Jiang Qingchi tilt his head and curl his tongue, "Yan'er, give your husband some wine."
"Can you still drink it?"
"able!"
"Together."
How could he just drink it by himself
Good times, beautiful scenery, drinking and singing. Days like this may never happen again, so we have to cherish them.
Mu Yanzhu rolled up Yuebai's sleeves and gently held a glass of wine. This wine was peach blossom wine, sweet and soft, with a high alcohol content. The wine glass was clean bamboo green, with a graceful design and quite an emotional appeal.
Compared to Jiang Qingchi, Mu Yanzhu's drinking capacity was better. After drinking half a glass, he was not drunk, but he was still a little dizzy after all.
"Jiang He, do you remember that one time I caught a cold and sneezed while walking on the road. When I looked up, I saw you frowning. Later, you gave me a box of cold medicine."
Jiang Qingchi nodded and smiled, "Remember, you still had the nerve to say it. At that time, you walked with your head down and bumped into me."
"Haha, I didn't expect to meet you at that time. You were my boyfriend at that time. I usually don't dare to contact you for fear that you would find me annoying. Who knew it was such a coincidence that day? I couldn't bear to give you that box of cold medicine. Eat it, but it’s all expired.”
"Isn't it stupid?"
Jiang Qingchi leaned forward, played Mu Yanzhu with his fingers until his brain collapsed, and then drank by himself.
Mu Yanzhu rubbed her forehead and smiled, happy because she remembered the old days.
What's more, the people reminiscing with her are old friends and lovers.
Adds sweetness.
"Also, remember the second time we met, you didn't even know that I went to classroom 520 every day just to meet you by chance. I would go there in the afternoon whenever there was no class, just to wait for you."
"I know."
"what do you know?"
"I knew you were in that classroom, but I didn't know you were waiting for me."
Jiang Qingchi curled his lips as he spoke.
"One time you were at work and the back door was unlocked, so I stood at the back door and looked at you. To be honest, I didn't care what you looked like at that time. I just remembered that you wrote something like, 'I first met Jun, and it seemed like we were old friends returning home. ’, he’s quite good, he’s a cultural person.”
"...I didn't write that, I quoted it!"
"It's the same, I remember that sentence anyway." The curve of Jiang Qingchi's lips was very arrogant.
"Hey, when did you start liking me and why did you like me?"
Although this question is no longer relevant, Ran Mu Yanzhu still wants to ask.
I'm afraid that if I don't ask today, I won't have the chance in the future, and I don't want to leave any regrets.
Jiang Qingchi was so happy that his eyes rolled with laughter, "You are already my wife, do you still care about this?"
"If you care, tell me quickly."
"Then I can only answer you one question. You choose one."
"Well... since when did you start liking me?"
Jiang Qingchi stroked his chin, his posture was between ruffian and evil, and he looked at her with light in his eyes.
"From when you baked me sweet potatoes."
"..." Mu Yanzhu.
***
When we came out of the restaurant, the moon was already high, and there were not many stars tonight.
Jiang Qingchi kept laughing, silly, and Mu Yanzhu said he was drunk. He waved his hand righteously, saying that he was not drunk and could drink ten more bottles of Erguotou.
"No, Erguotou. Do you want a couple of slaps?" she said, holding his arm.
"Hey, I'm your husband, are you willing to hit me?" Jiang Qingchi squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes red.
"Of course I don't want to give it up, but you are drunk and I have to sober you up."
"I'm not drunk, not drunk, not drunk... add 1,000,000..."
Seeing that Ling was not finished, Mu Yanzhu stopped in time and said, "If you are not drunk, then you can carry me back."
Jiang Qingchi glanced at her, then squatted down like a good baby, with his back facing Mu Yanzhu, and patted his shoulder.
Then he said forcefully: "Come up, Zhu Bajie is carrying my wife on my back!"
"Hahahahaha, Zhu Bajie? You still said you were not drunk!"
Mu Yanzhu laughed so hard that tears came out and she couldn't stop it. She held Jiang Qingchi's shoulders and jumped up nimbly.
Jiang Qingchi lifted her up, and she hugged his neck.
"Daughter-in-law, do you know why I have such a high status at home?"
"Do you have a high status?"
"Oh, I'm telling you something serious!"
"Okay, okay, why do you have a high status?" Mu Yanzhu walked along Jiang Qingchi.
"That's because I can bend and stretch, and I can... pretend!"
"Indeed, you can't tell if you can bend or stretch, but you can tell if you can pretend."
"Tch, I'm sincere to everyone, except when I was chasing you, I pretended. I wanted to care but didn't dare to care too much, because I was afraid you wouldn't like my impatience and recklessness."
"Fool… "
How could we not know what he meant
Mu Yanzhu lowered his neck, put it against Jiang Qingchi's hair, and rubbed it.
"As long as it's you, no matter what you look like, I like it."
Because it has to be him first.
It's Jiang Qingchi, this unique individual.
After walking for a while, the passers-by were looking at them.
Mu Yanzhu felt embarrassed and patted Jiang Qingchi on the shoulder, "Let me down. There are many people here and everyone is looking at us."
"Maybe it's because I'm handsome. You don't need to feel pressure."
"Um...who did you follow for your narcissism?"
"My dad, hehe!"
Jiang Qingchi said, lifting Mu Yanzhu up, with no intention of letting her down.
Mu Yanzhu stopped quarreling with him and looked sideways at his face. The curvature of his face was perfectly proportioned, especially the curvature between the jaw line and the thin lips. It was a miraculous workmanship. It was the same as three years ago, but different at the same time. Interspersed with three years of pondering.
Mu Yanzhu kept looking, and kept looking, and couldn't get enough of him. He was so handsome. If he wanted to look at him forever, it was best to stay in this moment.
"Daughter-in-law~"
"Hey~ Here you are, what's wrong?"
"If you are willing to come up in the future, I will be willing to carry you."
"What's the meaning?"
"It means that I will carry you for the rest of my life, just like when we went to Hainan before, I will carry you to the end of the world!"
"You're really drunk."
She was so drunk that her nose was sore and her eyes were raw.
"Daughter-in-law, look, the moon in the sky is so round!"
Mu Yanzhu just raised his head, and the next second he heard Jiang Qingchi say again -
"As round as your face!"
"If you have the guts to put me down, I promise not to hit you now!"
"Hahahahaha—"
He smiled so happily, with a series of hearty smiles, like a clear spring falling all the way to the bottom of her heart. Mu Yanzhu hadn't heard such a hearty smile from Jiang Qingchi for a long time.
She wanted Jiang He to laugh happily all his life.
She is willing to protect his smile for the rest of her life.
Finally arrived home.
The two of them entered the house. Before turning on the lights, Mu Yanzhu stood up on tiptoes and held Jiang Qingchi's face...
…
(End of chapter)