Song got tired of falling asleep and had a very deep sleep.
It seems that he has made up for the sleep he has lost these days.
The scenes in the dream that brought him a strong sense of happiness also seemed to wash away his pessimism and anxiety these days.
When he woke up, the low-grade fever subsided, he had strength, and he felt much more comfortable, except that Xia Zhiye, who was supposed to be holding him, was no longer there.
Turning his head to look out of the window, it was still evening, it seemed that he hadn't slept for long, he squeezed the space between his brows, stood up, opened the door, and called "Xia Zhiye" in a hoarse voice.
He heard movement from the kitchen and thought that Xia Zhiye might be preparing dinner for him.
In the end, it was a gentle female voice who answered him: "Xiaoxia and the others started school today and rushed back early in the morning. They didn't wake you up because you were too sound asleep."
School starts today
Song Yan picked up Song Lele's little genius phone watch and took a look.
August 31 at 18:22.
He actually slept all day and all night.
"Then he..."
"Don't worry, the plane ticket I bought for him went back, and he didn't let him take the green train again." Tan Qing went upstairs with a bowl of porridge, and put it on Song Yan's desk, with a gentle smile full of teasing.
Song Yan felt embarrassed for a moment, thinking that the sheets were still in a mess, and there was toilet paper they used yesterday in the trash can, panicked, and was about to turn around to cover up, but found that the whole room was clean, and the sheets had been changed and washed .
And there is a cup of cold water on the table.
No need to think about it, it must have been done by Xia Zhiye.
This person who is not in shape all the time is always so reliable and thoughtful.
Song Yan thought of Xia Zhiye's smirk in the dream, and couldn't help but smirk himself.
Tan Qing looked at Song Yan, who looked like he had come to life, and thought it was cute and funny: "Okay, don't think about it, drink the porridge quickly."
"Well, okay, thank you Tan... Auntie."
Song Yan had just scooped a tablespoon of porridge into his mouth when his wrist froze.
A strange taste filled his mouth.
Tan Qing on the side looked at him expectantly: "How is it? I made it according to Xiaoxia's grandma's recipe. Does it taste the same? Is it delicious? It's my first time making porridge, so I don't know if it will succeed or not."
No wonder she was sick before, Tan Qing never cooked porridge for herself.
It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't.
Otherwise, I am afraid that I will not live to be seventeen years old.
Song Yan swallowed silently: "Very good."
Tan Qing was as happy as a little girl immediately: "That's good, I plan to learn more about cooking porridge and stewing soup later, so as to nourish your body."
"..." Song disliked death, "Okay, Aunt Tan."
After finishing speaking, as if thinking of something, she turned to look at her: "My dad didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"
"Well, there was a quarrel, but there was nothing he could do." Tan Qing seemed to be in a good mood, "Something happened in the Nanwu area, he rushed there yesterday, and he probably won't be back for a while , and I guess I'm so busy, I don't have so much time to control you so strictly, so... "
"what?"
"So I bought you a new mobile phone. Although I usually give it to the teacher, you can still contact me secretly on weekends, but be careful to hide it." Qin Qing put the new mobile phone in front of him with a smile, "Now you can put Le Has Le's little genius watch been returned to him?"
Song Yan remembered that he had robbed a little genius phone watch and 500 yuan from a nine-year-old kid yesterday, and was a little embarrassed for a while: "Well, I will return Lele's pocket money."
"I don't care about the accounts of you two brothers." Tan Qing seemed to like to see Song Yan's embarrassed and embarrassed expression on his face. He didn't pay attention to propriety and politeness as before when he spoke, and it was a little more joking, but also Slightly restrained, "But Auntie has something to discuss with you."
Tan Qing said so, it shouldn't be a trivial matter.
Song Yan put down the spoon: "Aunt Tan, tell me."
Qin Qing sat down opposite him: "Although generally speaking, stock rights can be inherited after the age of 18, but if the company has special express regulations, it will exclude the successor's natural inheritance of shareholder qualifications and only protect property Inheritance. Your father's company happens to have such regulations, so even if you are eighteen years old, your father can still hold your shares and become the largest shareholder."
"So what should we do?"
Song Yan looked at Tan Qing.
Tan Qing asked him: "Did you do a notarization when your mother died?"
Song Yan replied: "I did, the notarized documents and the will are in the bank safe, and it will take effect immediately when I turn eighteen."
"Well, it's like this. In fact, the shares of the company's minority shareholders have been acquired almost. Now as long as my shareholding exceeds that of your father, the board of directors can approve a proposal to cooperate with a benign acquisition, so I want to celebrate your 18th birthday. Would you like to buy all of your equity directly?" Qin Qingzai asked Song Yan seriously.
Because there is an essential difference between directly obtaining cash and directly becoming a major shareholder of a large company, she is not sure whether Song Yan is willing to give up the business that should have been inherited by him.
However, Song Yan didn't have the slightest interest in Song Minghai's company, Ying De didn't hesitate: "Well, no problem."
"Actually, there are still some problems." Tan Qing didn't intend to hide it, "You should know that your father pursued me at the time to gain the help of the Tan family, but they were all technical patents for shares. In fact, the Tan family didn't have much capital flow. , Affected by the epidemic in the past two years, cash flow has been even more difficult, so I have no way to pay off the purchase of equity in one go, I can only give you 50 million first, and the rest of the payment will not be settled until the acquisition is successful , so if you are worried... "
"I have nothing to worry about, Aunt Tan, I believe in you." Song Yan looked at Tan Qing like a calm and mature adult, "The reason why my dad has always been so confident is because he knows that you don't have enough cash to buy it too We have more shares, so we feel that he can sit firmly at the top, if we want to win, we can only let him take it by surprise."
And only by defeating Song Minghai thoroughly, can he, Tan Qing, and Song Lele have a future free from tyranny.
This was his only hope, so even if he had nothing left, he didn't want Song Minghai to be so pretentious again.
What's more, the worst guarantee is 50 million now, and as long as everything goes well, he can have nine figures in cash at the age of eighteen, so he has no reason to believe it.
And at that moment, facing such a smart child who knew what he wanted, Tan Qing felt that there was no need to say any more. She just stretched out her hand and gently touched his head: "Okay, we will definitely win."
·
As Tan Qing said, Song Minghai was really too busy to touch the ground.
He was born in an orphanage and built an enviable career all the way from scratch, but the building was about to collapse. He finally didn't have the energy to care about his son's sexual orientation that he didn't like.
The private high school where Song Yanxin attended is famous for its militarized management, so strict that every day, metal detectors are used to check whether anyone is secretly using a mobile phone.
So every Monday to Saturday, Song Yan could only hand in his mobile phone and communicate with Xia Zhiye through letters sent by SF Express.
But when Sunday comes, he can spend a whole day and night with Xia Zhiye. Compared with those days before, Song Yan already feels that it is worth cherishing.
He also began to adapt to the new environment slowly, and no longer fell into pessimistic anxiety. When he heard Xia Zhiye's description about their future life that day, he began to have more realistic expectations and imaginations for their future. There is hope for everything.
He began to be able to sleep peacefully, and saw Xia Zhiye and the future cat and dog in his dreams.
He began to eat seriously, three meals a day, whether it was delicious or not.
He even started running at night, using extreme physical exhaustion to consume unnecessary and useless worries.
The days passed day by day, the lollipops became less and less, and the letters became thicker and thicker. Song Yan's weight finally returned from being severely thin to normal thin, and his body became much healthier.
He is studying, living, missing and expecting extremely seriously.
On the day when Xia Zhiye became an adult, they, as unfortunate senior high school students, were all taking the last important monthly exam before the final exam.
Because it was an important exam to be included in the file, Song Yan was unable to go to Nanwu to meet Xia Zhiye.
He felt unspeakably guilty about this, and Xia Zhiye had no intention of forgiving him so easily.
Coaxing him to call his brother, younger brother, wild brother, and husband redly in the video, and signed a pledge to express that he owes Xia Zhiye a coming-of-age ceremony and a coming-of-age gift before reluctantly letting him go.
In addition, Xia Zhiye also got a sigh from his grandfather that night: "Forget it, I'm old, I can't hold you back. Your father is the same, and you are too. You won't let go or give in when you know what you want, but I, an old man, can't send a white-haired person to a black-haired person again. So you can do whatever you want, as long as you can be responsible for your own choices, and remember to go home and have a look."
So the pure and beautiful male high school student Xia Zhiye, who was kept by Song Yan for half a year, asked his cousin to sort out a list of assets and send it to his boyfriend that night, in order to fulfill his promise to Song Yan on his seventeenth birthday. The promise of "hand over all the money to my boyfriend in the future".
And on the day Song Yan came of age, Xia Zhiye, an unfortunate senior high school student, was still taking the exam.
That day was the second day of Nanwu City's model.
He decided to fly to Beijing that night after the exam to give Song Yan a surprise.
Unfortunately, this decision was not implemented in the end.
·
It was a rare clear sunny day.
The spring awakens the waking of insects, the peach blossoms and the sun, and the time of cherry shoots.
All the beautiful words that describe spring can be used to describe the good weather that day.
On that day, Song Yan seemed to be in a rare good mood.
He sat in the living room, waiting for Song Minghai, who had been up all night, to rush back with a nicotine smell and a wrinkled suit.
Then it was discovered that Song Minghai, who had always been aloof and looked like a dog in a suit and leather shoes, had some gray hair, and even his face was quite haggard.
Presumably, this kind of person who is so conceited and arrogant that he is absolutely authoritarian should not allow himself to have any failures, so he has worked so hard to this extent.
Song Minghai sat down on the sofa opposite him, lit a cigarette, and threw a document in front of him: "Signed."
"Power of Attorney for Acting Shareholders' Rights and Interests"
Party B: Song Minghai
Party A: to be filled
Not surprisingly.
Qin Qing had thought early on that Song Minghai would definitely request to continue acting on his behalf as a shareholder, so he thought of some way to stop Song Minghai's footsteps and make him come back until noon.
And the reason why Song Yan is waiting for him here is just to tell him in front of his face: "Sorry, Mr. Song, I just sold all the shares two hours ago, so I can't sign this power of attorney." gone."
Song Minghai's knuckles paused slightly, and the scarlet fireworks flickered between his slender knuckles, then he lowered his head and lightly crushed the cigarette butt: "Impossible, she doesn't have that much money."
So talking to a smart person like Song Minghai is very labor-saving.
It is also easier to move a thousand catties in fours and twos.
Song Yan was noncommittal: "So I confiscated her money. Or I didn't collect her money for the time being."
The slender fingers that were crushing the cigarette butt suddenly exerted force, the cigarette handle was bent at an abrupt angle, and the ashtray was drawn on the coffee table with a piercing scream, completely breaking the depressive calm of the living room.
Song Minghai raised his head and looked at Song Yan, with deep anger in his stern eyebrows: "Song Yan, do you know what you did?"
Song Yan replied calmly: "I know."
"You know? You know you still do this?" Song Minghai's voice was full of anger, "She has no blood relationship with you, why do you trust her!"
"Isn't this something you should reflect on?" Song Yan looked back, "Why would I rather trust a person who has no blood relationship with me than trust you? Haven't you thought about the reason?"
"I'm your father! No matter what I do, I can't hurt you!" Song Minghai tapped his knuckles on the coffee table forcefully, and the back of his hand popped out, "Whatever I do, it's for your own good! But She is an outsider, why do you think she can help you?"
"It's up to me." Song Yan seemed to be in a good mood today. He stood up and picked up his schoolbag, "Anyway, the contract is signed, and it's useless for you to tell me more. Instead of talking nonsense with me here, you should think about it." How to keep your company. After all, you should not be able to beat me now, so we'd better get together today."
Song Yan walked out the door without looking back.
Song Minghai stood up and shouted, "Stop!"
Song Yan really stopped, then turned around, and said "Oh" as if suddenly remembering something, "I forgot to tell you, I will go back to Nanwu this weekend to meet Xia Zhiye, and celebrate his birthday with him, by the way, I will help you Hello, Mr. Xia, you are welcome. As for you saying that you are my father, no matter what you do, you will not harm me... "
"Maybe." Song Yan paused, nodded and said, "After all, something like sending me to the ICU twice can be called harming me. It's just that I can't afford this kind of fatherly love, so now I'm an adult , we'd better keep a certain distance in the future. I wish you a smooth acquisition, and see you, Mr. Song."
Song Yan really didn't look back this time.
When the door was closed, there was a violent sound of porcelain smashing against the door panel, which showed Song Minghai's incompetent anger, and he found it extremely pleasing to the ear.
Looking up and squinting at the clear spring sky above, I thought, the weather is so good today, the plane will not be late.
·
It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when Xia Zhiye finished the last subject of comprehensive science.
The second semester of the third year of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School is not worthy of weekends, so Xia Zhiye must first ask Ruan Tian for leave.
Originally, in his plan, this would be a very simple matter.
Because Ruan Tian has always been considerate and knows about him and Song Yan, and Xia Zhiye already has a guaranteed gold medal in the mathematics olympiad, so he can go to the strong basic class in Qingbei, so most of the teachers in the school are already Turning a blind eye to him, Ruan Tian has no reason to refuse.
But Ruan Tian refused.
Ruan Tian sat in the office without hesitation: "You just stay at school for me honestly, don't even think about going anywhere."
"Don't, Sister Tian, today is Song Yan's birthday. If I don't go, I will definitely be dumped. Once I am dumped, I will be broken in love. Once I lose love, I will definitely be in a bad mood. If I am in a bad mood, people will Decadent, once a person is decadent, he may not even be able to pass a single line in the college entrance examination. So for the sake of our school's performance this year, sister Tian, please help me get a leave of absence, please, my cutest and most beautiful sister Tian~"
Xia Zhiye even threatened and acted coquettishly, even pulled Ruan Tian's wrist and shook it pitifully, blinking his charming peach eyes endlessly.
There is simply no limit to how much you want.
But it was useless.
Ruan Tian, who always had a sweet smile, still refused indifferently: "No, I told you to be honest at school, so you have to be honest at school. There is no discussion."
Xia Zhiye had never seen Ruan Tian look so harsh and indifferent, so he had a hunch that something must have happened, but looking at the time, it was almost late, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he could only hold his schoolbag strap and throw out "Teacher, I Let’s go first, and I’ll make up for the leave when I come back.” Then she hurriedly turned and walked out the door.
Ruan Tian got up quickly, before he could stop him, Xia Zhiye's figure stopped at the door.
Someone outside the door was leaning lazily on the door frame with a schoolbag strap hooked on one shoulder, and when he saw Xia Zhiye coming out, he raised his eyelids arrogantly: "Where do you want to go?"
Sharp and beautiful phoenix eyes, a cold demeanor that is not easy to provoke, a complexion that is so pale that it is sickly, and the courage to block Xia Zhiye at the door of the office blatantly.
Apart from Song Yan, there will be no other person.
But why is Song Yan here
Didn't he tell himself that he's busy today, so he's not interested in celebrating his birthday, so why don't he let himself see him
Originally, I was ready to sneak to Beijing by myself, kill first and play later, and celebrate my birthday before kneeling on the washboard, but Song Yan suddenly appeared here, so what's the point
Before he had time to recover from the anxiety just now, he was thrown such a big surprise by Doutou, Xia Zhiye froze for a moment: "Why are you here?"
The tone seemed to be too flattered to slow down.
The person in front of him still raised his eyelids a little, and said in a tone of beating: "Why can't I come, you drive the third middle school?"
Xia Zhiye: "No..."
"Or do you think I shouldn't come?"
"No… "
"Then what do you mean?"
Song is disgusted with being favored and arrogant, so he makes progress and presses every step of the way.
It happened to be at the door of the office again, and Xia Zhiye couldn't do anything, but stood in front of Song Yan obediently, asking and answering, with a gentle meaning of "I don't know why I have to coax, but anyway, I will coax first."
When did Ruan Tian see their appearance as the little overlord of the third middle school, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Okay, you two pay attention to the influence. The play is over with you, so hurry up and leave me after you get the leave, don't Get in the way of my eyes here."
As he spoke, he pushed the leave note that had been signed a long time ago from the table.
Only then did Xia Zhiye fully realize that he was deceived by Ruan Tian and Song Yan.
Little thing, he has also learned to collude with the teacher to deliberately make him worry, and he has become more courageous.
Xia Zhiye looked down at Song Yan, narrowed his eyes slightly, and gritted his lower teeth lightly.
This expression is a very dangerous warning.
In order to ensure that she would not be subjected to any nasty things on the sacred campus, Song Yan quickly turned around and ran away.
Xia Zhiye picked up the slip from the table and quickly followed.
So before Song Yan had time to run away, Xia Zhiye grabbed his wrist and blocked him into an inaccessible corner.
When Song Yan's oppressive height advantage and familiar hormonal aura pressed him forcefully, he quickly pushed, and just about to warn Xia Zhiye not to defile the pure campus, when he heard a low voice from above his head. One sentence: "It's too hard to run back and forth, why don't you obediently wait for me to find you."
The voice was low and soft, filled with distress and longing that couldn't be concealed, it fell into Song Yan's ear, and his heart moved.
Lowering his eyelids, he answered very lightly: "Because I don't want you to come to me all the time. You are my boyfriend, and I am your boyfriend."
So their love and devotion should be a mutual two-way ticket.
It's not Xia Zhiye's blind love and dedication.
When hearing this sentence, Xia Zhiye suddenly felt an indescribable heartbeat and irony.
Song Daxi of their family is indeed an eighteen-year-old big friend, and they have learned to love others, and they are even more likable.
Xia Zhiye looked at his trembling eyelashes, lowered his head and gently kissed his eyelids: "Song Yan, I'm very happy."
Glad you want to see me when I want to see you.
"So can I kiss you now?"
Xia Zhiye lowered his head slowly, moving towards Song Yan's lips little by little.
Song Yan just tightened the fingers hanging by his side, and did not refuse.
The evening spring outside the window is lingering and ambiguous.
The narrow and uninhabited corner of the campus is a good place for teenagers to secretly express their love.
However, at the moment when their lips were about to touch, Xia Zhiye suddenly heard an extremely angry scream from behind: "Master Xia! Shut up! How can you hide behind Brother Yan's back?" Kiss someone else! You scumbag!!!"
So all the beautiful and charming atmosphere disappeared in an instant.
Xia Zhiye sighed lowly.
Blocked tightly by his figure, Song Yan, who could only vaguely see that there was someone here, was so used to death that he became numb: "Get up."
"Little fat is still young, don't kill me."
After saying that, Xia Zhiye moved away, revealing Song Yan who was pushed against the corner by him.
Song Yan leaned against the wall and stared coldly at Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen who suddenly opened their eyes wide at the other end of the corridor. They were about to launch death threats, but before they could speak, they were greeted by two excited screams piercing the sky in the next second I was stunned.
Immediately afterwards, two figures, one fat and one thin, rushed towards him at the speed of a rocket: "Brother Yan!!! You are finally back!!! We miss you so much!!!"
The two hugged Song Yan from left to right, so that Song Yan couldn't move, let alone kill, and even brought a cruel sonic heart attack.
"Wuuuuu, brother Yan, why didn't you tell us when you came back. Do you only have Brother Ye in your heart, and you don't have friends like us?"
"Wooooow, brother Yan, why have you lost weight? You are almost half as wide as Xiaopang."
"Brother Yan, you haven't been abused when you go home, right?"
"You must have been abused, where is the wound, let me see, let me help you with love... Oh! Master Xia, lighten up!
It's fine to hug and howl, but why did he lift up his clothes.
Xia Zhiye directly used violence to lift the two of them away from Song Yan: "Don't move, are you two tired of living?"
"No, Master Xia, we are just two straight guys, why are you jealous of us, we just care about Brother Yan." Zhao Ruiwen was very dissatisfied with Xia Zhiye's domineering behavior, "But Brother Yan, why are you here? Are you back again?"
"No." Song Yan hooked the schoolbag strap on his shoulder, "I'll just come back and take a look."
"What's so good about Sanzhong..."
"You're stupid, brother Yan's birthday is today." Before Zhao Ruiwen could finish speaking, Xiaopang interrupted directly.
Only then did Zhao Ruiwen suddenly realize, and slapped his forehead: "That's right! Today is the Waking of Insects! Damn it, let me tell you, why don't you leave tonight!"
Song Yan: "? What are you going to do?"
Zhao Ruiwen was very excited: "Let's go for the coming-of-age ceremony! You are a real man now! You have to do what a real man should do! Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of time for you to travel all the way to find Lord Xia. Let's go, Every exam must be passed, let's go, make two cups, and then get down to business!"
What Zhao Ruiwen said was righteous and impassioned.
Fatty: "...?"
Song Yan: "...??"
Xia Zhiye: "...???"
What the hell is Zhao Ruiwen doing
You usually look honest and honest, but your thoughts are so wretched and dirty
The most important thing is that he is not interested in doing what a man should do with Xia Zhiye!
With red ears, Song Yan kicked Xia Zhiye hard, turned around and left.
Zhao Ruiwen looked confused: "Brother Yan, what's wrong?"
"You still ask what's wrong?" Xia Zhiye kicked over, "Don't you know that you are so thin-skinned? Are you talking nonsense about such things? Are you impatient?"
"???" Zhao Ruiwen looked innocent, "No, as a man, on the first day of adulthood, he finally doesn't need to open a black card, and he can go to an Internet cafe to experience it openly. What's so embarrassing? This can also be endured beat?"
"...?"
The remaining three people paused, and asked questions in unison
The more Zhao Ruiwen talked, the more he couldn't understand: "This is eighteen years old! Isn't it nice for an eighteen-year-old man to go to the Internet cafe all night? Isn't it good to ask Zhou Ziqiu and Wu Hei to go? What's going on with you?! "
"..."
There was a long silence.
It turned out that the wretched and nasty person was actually myself.
Xiaopang let out a long sigh: "Brother Yan."
Song Yan said indifferently: "En."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't let this kind of stupid straight guy appear in front of you, I'll take him away now."
"Row."
After finishing speaking, Xiaopang dragged his feet before realizing where he had made a mistake, Zhao Ruiwen, and fled away at a faster speed than when he came.
Xia Zhiye finally couldn't help laughing, and put his arm around Song Yan's shoulder: "Why, brother Yan, do you want to think about the coming-of-age ceremony that a real man should go through on the first night of eighteen years old?"
Go to the coming-of-age ceremony of riding a horse!
shameless!
"...Xia Zhiye, show some face!"
Song Yan kicked him away fiercely, with a stinky face and red ears, he walked out quickly.
Xia Zhiye hurriedly followed with a smile, and put his arm around Song Yan's shoulder.
After a whole year, the two finally walked together again on the long tree-lined road of No. 3 Middle School, on the old street full of fireworks, and on the road that represents the destination of home again. Zaijiu Alley.
One is still smiling, the other is cursing, laughing and cursing, it seems that there is no difference from those days before.
It's just that Song Yan no longer has the No. 3 Middle School uniform on her body, and the shops on both sides of the street have also opened new ones, and there is also a bright red letter written on the entrance of Zaijiu Lane.
After all, that day was the last time they walked through that old street wearing the same school uniform.
The youthful time that was missed that year is also the youthful time that will never be regained no matter how hard you try for the rest of your life.
Because there are always things that have changed quietly in places you can't see over the years.
But what remains the same will never change.
When hearing their voices, Little Mahjong would still rush out with her short legs, hugged Song Yan's leg, and said, "Brother Yan, Little Mahjong misses you so much."
When Grandma Liu saw Song Yan, her tears burst out of her heart, and she grabbed his hand and kept saying, "How did you get so thin? How did your adults take care of you? How could they make you so thin?" That's it."
The small and warm one-story yard is always so warm and crowded.
The longevity noodles made by grandma are still delicious.
There was a table full of birthday banquets, the best meat, the most nutritious ingredients, and the most essential parts were always put into Song Yan's bowl.
And Grandma Liu also knew that these two children were not easy, so after the birthday banquet, she took the little mahjong to rest early, leaving time and space for these two children who were really not easy.
Song Yan lay on the window sill of the bedroom, looking at the night sky outside the window, without speaking for a long time.
Xia Zhiye came to his side, lay down beside him in the same posture, and asked him, "What are you looking at?"
"I didn't see anything, I just wondered if Zaijiu Lane is really demolished next year, will the home you gave me be gone."
When Song Yan said this, his tone was very light, but Xia Zhiye could hear the sadness inside.
He held Song Yan's hand: "Come with me."
Song Yan was led by him to the sofa in the living room and sat down, then watched Xia Zhiye open the drawer under the coffee table, and immediately saw the familiar seaweed green Omega watch.
Recalling the experience of being deceived by Xia Zhiye, the anger instantly dilutes the sadness, and just about to beat Xia Zhiye again, Xia Zhiye quickly hugged her tightly and held him down: "I was wrong, you want to beat me later Hit, let me show you something first."
What a fart!
Song Yan stretched his legs to kick Xia Zhiye, and a photo album appeared in front of him in time.
A photo album that has been around for a long time, it looks really old, and there is a row of "my family" written on the cover in immature handwriting.
Song Yan stopped moving: "What is this?"
"This is my home." Xia Zhiye opened the first page and pointed to the old photo, "This is when my mother was pregnant with me, and this is my father. So this is a family portrait of our family of three."
"and then?"
"And then you flip back."
Song Yan sat on Xia Zhiye's lap and was held in his arms. Page after page, there were pictures of him and his father and mother. It could be seen that they were a very happy family, but he didn't know that Xia Zhiye Edano showed him the purpose of this.
Just as he was about to ask a question, his fingertips froze when he saw a photo.
The photo was the first time they were secretly photographed and put on the post bar called elopement.
Behind this photo is a photo of them participating in parent-child activities at the amusement park.
After that, there are photos of him being secretly photographed while he was asleep, photos of him winning an English speech contest, and photos of him wearing a wedding dress while playing Liang Zhu.
All of them are his photos.
It is also the only existence in this album besides him and his parents.
Song Yan flipped through the photo album at a slower and slower speed.
Xia Zhiye hugged him, and whispered in his ear: "This photo album was my favorite thing when I was a child. Later, after my parents passed away, this photo album became my home in my heart, so I put your photos on it. When I came in, I thought about it, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, the kind of life that I want to spend my whole life in a home with you."
"It has nothing to do with where the house is, and it has nothing to do with whether we can be on the same household registration book. It has nothing to do with whether we are together and whether we still love each other."
"I know that it's naive and unreliable to say these things at our age, but at least I think so seriously now, and I will try my best to do this for the rest of my life, so I hope you You can trust me."
"Originally, I booked a very good hotel restaurant in Beijing, and prepared very romantic ceremonies and gifts, including a violin band, a cake tower, roses, and candlelight fragrance, but who knew that you would come back after a surprise attack? It's Nanwu, and now I'm like an incompetent boyfriend, unprepared for anything."
"But fortunately, I carry this thing with me. I want to give it to you as your eighteenth birthday present. I don't know if you will accept it."
"So Song Yan, are you willing to be my lover, family member, and someone who will walk through life with me?"
Xia Zhiye's voice was so gentle and firm.
Like the spring water in the peach blossom season, gurgling at night, bringing a lifetime of beautiful spring scenery.
Song Yan turned his head to look at him, and he also looked at Song Yan.
Then Song Yan found out why his eyes were so beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed him lightly.
This light kiss quickly received the warmest and most tender response.
Until the photo album fell to the ground, a petal of a rose blooming on the windowsill quietly floated down.
Song Yan leaned over Xia Zhiye, and said in a low voice: "Xia Zhiye, this time I am not young, and my body is also recovering, and I am willing."
So he thought it didn't matter if they were beautiful this spring.
The author has something to say:
[1]: It doesn't matter if you are beautiful in spring