In the afternoon, Jiang Beiyuan drove Yan Nian to the cemetery and paid homage to Yan Yuming and Han Qingzhu.
The spring breeze blew, and a tender green shoot sprouted in front of the tombstone, making this depressing place appear full of vitality.
Yan Nian squatted on the ground, looking at the green vines on the ground that didn't look like weeds, and then looked at Jiang Beiyuan beside him.
"Did you do this?"
"kindness."
Jiang Beiyuan placed his generous palm on her head and rubbed it gently. The little girl became smarter.
"My mom loves Ivy."
“…”
Yan Nian's heart was moved.
Then he looked at the two people on the tombstone, his eyes slightly hot, "Dad, Mom, Happy New Year."
…
On the way back from the cemetery, Jiang Beiyuan stopped by Ningcheng No. 1 Middle School to pick up Jiang Beize. The Chinese New Year is tomorrow, and it is unreasonable for the school not to have a holiday.
Yan Nian's cell phone ran out of battery, so he casually took a magazine from the back seat of the car and flipped through it a few times. The middle page contained a map of the wedding venue, a large pastoral manor, decorated with pink roses and ivy, intertwined with pink and green.
"Teacher Jiang, let's go to the manor for weddings in the future. I think Ningcheng Royal Manor is pretty good, but I heard it's a bit expensive."
"I know." Jiang Beiyuan looked intently, with clean profile lines and a clear and handsome chin.
"How do you know it's expensive?"
Yan Nian became interested and looked at him with a smile. Although this man ignored her in the evening, she always got angry very quickly and was not as knowledgeable as him.
Jiang Beiyuan laughed. Can the brain circuits of the couple synchronize? "What your husband means is that he knows that you want to hold a wedding at the manor."
"Are you the roundworm in my stomach? Do you know this?"
"You said it before."
"Really or not? The conscience of heaven and earth, I don't remember what I said before!"
Yan Nian happily joked with him about poverty.
Taking advantage of the red light, Jiang Beiyuan glanced at her sideways.
The girl in the passenger seat has curved eyebrows and a smile as bright as a flower.
Jiang Beiyuan opened his thin lips lightly: "You said it when you were twelve years old."
He said that in the future, marriage must be done in the manor castle and the oaths must be made in front of the priest.
He said that the other half must ride on a white horse and ride on colorful auspicious clouds like the Supreme Treasure to marry her in a high-profile manner.
He also said that he should hold Yan Yuming's arm and let Yan Yuming hand her into his hands.
Unfortunately.
Yan Yuming could no longer see his daughter getting married in a wedding dress.
Yan Nian didn't know what Jiang Beiyuan was thinking, so he coughed twice.
When this topic was brought up, she became a little timid, "You can't blame me. You know I can't remember anything. I tried really hard to recall the past, but just-"
"Don't think about it, it's just fine."
After saying this calmly, Jiang Beiyuan said nothing more.
Soon, when they arrived at Ningcheng No. 1 Middle School, Jiang Beize was already waiting at the school gate.
The black Aston Martin stopped steadily in front of him.
"Second brother, sister-in-law."
Jiang Beize's voice is very clean, his eyes are very clear, and his delicate and fair face is as flawless as his brother.
Yan Nian looked at Jiang Beize and felt that this boy seemed to have changed somewhere, but he couldn't explain why.
Jiangbeiyuan got out of the car, lifted his suitcase into the trunk and put it away.
The two brothers did not appear to be unfamiliar or reserved because of the "unpleasant" day. Everything was natural, as if nothing had happened.
Jiang Beize sat in the back seat of the car.
Through the rearview mirror, Yan Nian looked at a bruise on Jiang Beize's forehead with sharp eyes.
(End of chapter)