Jiang Beiyuan drove Yan Nian back to her parents' home in the afternoon.
She had been so entangled in Jiang Ting's affairs that she almost forgot the anniversary of Yan Yuming's death.
The man next to him changed his clothes. He smelled of mint shower gel. He wore a black turtleneck sweater made of excellent material. It set off his strong and shapely chin, with smooth and clear lines.
Yan Nian had read a profound sentence in a book before:
The most luxurious person in the world is the one who is willing to spend time with you. Everyone’s time is valuable. Giving you time is equivalent to giving you your own world.
At this moment, she finally understood the meaning of that sentence.
The best love is the companionship of a steady stream.
"Thank you for always staying with me." She turned to look at his face, hoping that time would freeze at this moment.
"Between husband and wife, there is no need to say thank you."
Jiang Beiyuan reached out and patted her on the top of her head, with a soft smile on his lips.
The car arrived at its destination.
When Yan Nian returned home, Ma Xueyan was not at home. Today was the anniversary of Yan Yuming's death, and she was not at home. Yan Nian felt aggrieved and angry. Compared with his strict and tall father, this mother seemed to have no meaning in her existence.
She went to the cemetery with Jiang Beiyuan.
Early winter is approaching, the cold wind is biting, and the vegetation in Fengze becomes bleak and desolate.
There is a tombstone at the end of the cemetery. The old man in the photo has a resolute face and a little gray hair on his temples, but his eyes are full of energy and filled with a wise and hearty smile.
This is the tomb of Yan Nian's father, Yan Yuming.
Yan Nian held two bouquets of white chrysanthemums and calla lilies and placed them in front of the tombstone.
Jiang Beiyuan stood behind Yan Nian, bent down to tie a scarf on her, and wrapped it around her neck several times.
"Dad, let me introduce you,"
Yan Nian turned his head slightly and said, "This is my husband. You know him, right? He is Jiang Ting. The one who tutored me in junior high school. His name is Jiang Beiyuan now, but he is still very good to me."
"Be good~"
The tall man pressed his back against hers and rubbed her from behind, like conjoined twins who never wanted to be separated.
Yan Nian turned to look at him, his face tightened, and he pretended to be unhappy, "Hey, don't you want to say a few words to your father-in-law?"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan curled up his lips, let go of Yan Nian, and walked around to her.
Under her gaze, he knelt down on one knee, held a bottle of sake, and poured it in front of the tombstone.
"dad."
He spoke every word.
So far, I have only kneeled down like this to two people.
One is Yan Nian, and the other is Yan Yuming.
Jiangbeiyuan raised the wine glass in his hand.
"Thank you for raising such a good daughter. I, Jiang Beiyuan, will live up to my words forever."
“…”
Yan Nian's eyes turned red again.
This guy probably did it on purpose.
She turned around and sniffed, then got down on one knee with him and said jokingly, "Teacher Jiang's mouth is like honey. He's so good at talking in front of his father-in-law. I don't know if he really means it." of."
"I can't wait for you for ten years if I don't really mean it?"
"Tch, have you heard of the ten-year itch?"
"Idiot, that's the seven-year itch."
Jiang Beiyuan tapped her forehead, his eyes filled with doting and connivance.
The seven-year itch
Yan Nian started counting with his fingers. Jiang Beiyuan couldn't stand it anymore, so he took her counting hand and put it to his lips and kissed her softly.
"It's all sincere. As long as I live, I will always be kind to you."
"You are stupid, what are you talking about whether you are alive or not? Hurry up, bah bah bah,"
She pouted three times for him, and when she retracted her hand, she pretended to hit him, hitting Jiang Beiyuan right in the stomach.
(End of chapter)