Meng Shuyu keenly noticed that after Zhou Jun posted that circle of friends, the likes and comments on her circle of friends briefly stagnated.
It can be imagined that behind this "wave" are countless people flocking from their friends circles to small WeChat groups.
In places she couldn't see, the news of her and Zhou Jun's marriage should have been spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, amid a screen full of question marks and exclamation marks.
Meng Shuyu didn't dare to check WeChat for a long time.
It was not until Zhou Jun and I arrived at the restaurant and were about to have lunch that Zhou Jun said he had received a message from Mr. Cai.
It can be seen that after declaring his sovereignty and proving that "a dog who licks hard enough gets everything in the end", Mr. Zhou was very proud and refreshed.
"What did Mr. Cai say?" Meng Shuyu asked nervously.
"Ask when you can drink at our wedding." Zhou Jun showed her his cell phone.
Zhou Jun: It has been arranged for next spring. If you have time, I would like to invite you to be the witness.
Cai Zhenlin: There definitely needs to be time.
Meng Shuyu glanced at the chat history and felt relieved. Just as he was about to return the phone to Zhou Jun, he suddenly saw a new message pop up in a floating window -
Jian Cheng: No way, Zhou Jun, you are so unpopular...
The text behind was folded, Meng Shuyu looked up and glanced at Zhou Jun: "What are you two talking about?"
"Look for yourself." Zhou Jun raised his hand with a smile.
Meng Shuyu opened Jian Cheng's dialog box—
Jian Cheng: It seems a bit strange to say congratulations, but you should come and ask for some wedding candy. After all, we were married in my garden, so I should be able to get more wedding candy than others, right
Zhou Jun: Well, of course the best men get more candies than ordinary guests.
Jian Cheng: No way, Zhou Jun, you are so unpopular that you have to find your former rival to be your best man
Meng Shuyu glanced at him sideways: "When did you become so generous? Are you really going to ask him to be your best man?"
"Well, in order for him to catch the bouquet and find a girlfriend sooner, so that my wife won't dream about him when she dreams about me."
"… "
Fortunately, your wife is smart. When she told you about the dream, she didn’t tell you every detail. For example, she didn’t tell you that she called you “Brother Jian Cheng” in the dream.
Meng Shuyu took back what he had said about Zhou Jun being generous and returned the phone to him.
When he picked up his phone again, he found that Mr. Cai not only sent a blessing message to Zhou Jun, but also liked the Moments of both of them.
The circle of friends, which had been quiet for a while, became lively again after this heavyweight like, like an instruction being sent from top to bottom. Behind the big leaders were the small leaders, and behind the small leaders were the ordinary employees, all of whom came to like them.
Even more lively than these is a WeChat group of four people named "Zhaizhouchang" -
Chen Xing: I already know the time of the wedding, so I won’t ask. Instead, I want to ask when you two can let me become your godmother
Tan Qin: ? Watch your words, I am the godfather.
Chen Xing: You are your godfather and I am my godmother. We don’t interfere with each other. What’s the problem
Tan Qin: Of course there is a problem, a big problem! You are the godmother, so when I get married, what will happen to my wife? I can't be the godfather and my wife is the godaunt
Chen Xing: You come here to claim a spot without even a girlfriend. You’re thinking too far ahead. I also said that when I get married, I can’t be the godmother and my husband the godson!
Tan Qin: So, whoever gets single first gets to take the seat first, that’s fair, right
Chen Xing: Then you are definitely going to lose. I have so many suitors recently, it will only take a few minutes to find myself single.
Tan Qin: You said the same thing last November. I looked at the time, oh, five hundred thousand minutes have passed.
Meng Shuyu pressed his fingers between his eyebrows, closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he typed a line of words: You two, how about I show you a clear way.
Chen Xing: Newcomers are the most important, please speak, newcomers.
Tan Qin: Newcomers are the most important, please speak, newcomers.
Meng Shuyu: If you two are a pair, all problems will be solved.
Meng Shuyu: As for the specific time, go back and wait for notification.
The group suddenly became as quiet as a chicken.
After replying to the blessing messages one by one, Meng Shuyu put the phone into his bag.
Now she and her husband are going to live in their own world.
After getting the certificate, there was no time to cook, so the two of them had lunch outside at noon, watched a movie in the afternoon, and then went to the supermarket to buy ingredients for tonight's memorial dinner.
Zhou Jun returned from the supermarket with bags full of things. He walked into the kitchen at home with the shopping bags. Just as he was about to open the refrigerator door, Meng Shuyu hugged his arm.
"Hmm?" Zhou Jun paused.
Meng Shuyu blinked: "I'm thirsty and want to drink red date tea."
"I'll cook for you after I finish cleaning."
"I'll do it, you cook."
Zhou Jun glanced at the refrigerator, then looked back at Meng Shuyu, and reminded her: "Refrigerate the vegetables, freeze the meat, and put the seafood in the sink. Don't prick your hands."
“I know!”
After watching Zhou Jun walk away to make tea, Meng Shuyu opened the refrigerator door and looked inside.
At seven o'clock in the evening, the two of them had Zhou Jun brand hotpot at home.
Fresh ingredients are neatly arranged on the table.
Thinly sliced beef and black fish, handmade meatballs and egg dumplings, shrimps with their whiskers and legs trimmed, abalones that have been cut into pieces, cleaned and cut baby cabbages, mushrooms, tofu, corn...
The hotpot contains fish maw and chicken soup that has been simmered for two hours, and the aroma is bubbling.
Because of Meng Shuyu's love for hot pot, Zhou Jun's hot pot cooking skills have surpassed home cooking in the six months since moving into the new house.
Meng Shuyu picked up the shrimps that Zhou Jun had peeled, dipped them in the delicious soup, and ate them before praising him: "Although you were cuter when you were nineteen, your cooking skills are still better when you are twenty-nine."
Zhou Jun smiled and asked, "What did I cook for you in your dream?"
"Curry shrimp, beef brisket with potatoes, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
These were all dishes that Zhou Jun had cooked for her in real life, so it was no surprise that she dreamed about them.
"Where did I make it for you? I took you home?"
"How could that be possible? Teacher Zhou, who was 19 years old, was very strict. She made it for me in that coffee shop. Oh, I seem to have forgotten to mention it this morning. That coffee shop was opened by a friend of yours, but I have never seen that person. Maybe I just dreamed about it."
Zhou Jun blinked and nodded slowly.
By the end of the hotpot meal, Meng Shuyu's fighting power had weakened, and only Zhou Jun was left with the clean plate.
Meng Shuyu glanced at the person opposite him, then glanced at the clock on the wall for the nth time, then stood up and said, "I'll go get two bottles of sparkling water."
Zhou Jun nodded, watched her go into the kitchen, lowered his head and smiled, then put down his chopsticks.
The light above my head suddenly went out, and the living room became dark, leaving only a night light in the corner to guide the way.
At the other end of the kitchen, Meng Shuyu came out holding a cake with candles lit.
Zhou Jun smiled and turned his head away.
Meng Shuyu walked up to him holding the cake and said, "You know that whatever surprise I prepare will be seen through by you in advance. Can't you just pretend to be surprised on the first day of your wedding?"
"I'm surprised." Zhou Jun nodded with a smile.
Meng Shuyu hummed softly and held the cake in front of him. "Okay, the birthday boy is the most important. I won't find fault with you. Make a wish."
There are 365 days in a year, but she insisted on choosing Zhou Jun's birthday to get the marriage certificate. It was not because she wanted to save an anniversary, but because she wanted to have a good reason to celebrate Zhou Jun's birthday.
Although she could celebrate his birthday without any reason, all November 5ths in the previous 28 years were unhappy ones in Zhou Jun's memory. If there was nothing memorable on this day for him, then celebrating his birthday seemed to be just satisfying her wishful sense of ritual.
So she wanted to make November 5th a meaningful day for him, a day that would make him smile whenever he thought of it.
Zhou Jun sat on the chair and looked up at her: "Can I tell you my birthday wish?"
"Of course. God is so busy and may not be able to hear the voice in everyone's heart, but as long as you say it out loud, I will definitely hear it, and then I can help you realize it." Meng Shuyu raised his chin confidently.
Zhou Jun smiled and closed his eyes: "The first wish is that my wife will always be safe and healthy. The second wish is that my wife will have a successful career. The third wish is that from today on, every day of my wife's life will be happy and fulfilling."
After Zhou Jun finished speaking, he opened his eyes and blew out the candles just like she taught him last year.
The warmth in Meng Shuyu's eyes was hidden in the darkness.
She missed his nineteenth and nineteenth years and wanted to fulfill all his twenty-nine wishes, but all his twenty-nine wishes were about her.
After eating the cake and cleaning up the dishes, it was almost ten o'clock.
Meng Shuyu originally wanted to clean the kitchen with Zhou Jun, but he urged her to take a shower.
Thinking that Mr. Zhou might be eager to enjoy his nightlife, Meng Shuyu didn't delay and went to the bathroom to take a comfortable hot bath.
After changing into pajamas and coming out, I didn't see Zhou Jun in the bedroom. I went out for a walk and saw light coming through the half-open door of the study.
She pushed the door open and looked inside, and saw Zhou Jun sitting in front of the computer typing. There seemed to be an email interface on the screen.
"Do you have a job?" Meng Shuyu asked standing at the door.
Zhou Jun turned his head and said, "Well, go watch some TV and wait for me."
"I don't want to watch it," Meng Shuyu walked in, "I'll be with you in the study."
"It might be more efficient if you're not around."
Meng Shuyu stopped halfway and snorted, "Then hurry up. If you dare to keep me waiting on our wedding night, I will hold a grudge against you!"
Zhou Jun raised his head and rubbed her hair: "I'll do it as soon as possible."
Meng Shuyu left the study, returned to the bedroom, turned on the TV, picked a variety show as background music, and then leaned against the head of the bed to play with his mobile phone.
I waited for half an hour but Zhou Jun still didn't come back. I was wondering what urgent work he had when the phone in my palm vibrated.
At first glance, it was a new email reminder pushed by WeChat.
QQ mailbox has not been used for eight hundred years. All the incoming emails are spam. Meng Shuyu pressed and held his finger to ignore them. When he was about to delete the emails, he saw the sender's name - Zhou Jun.
Remembering that he seemed to be writing an email in the study just now, Meng Shuyu loosened his fingers and opened the email in confusion.
The first line of the title catches the eye: To Sixteen-Year-Old Shu Yu.
Meng Shuyu was startled and blinked blankly—
Sixteen-year-old Xiao Shuyu:
Hello.
I am Zhou Jun, 29 years old.
The motivation for writing this letter is that you woke up crying from your dream this morning ten years later and told me a story you had dreamed about.
The story involves you at the age of sixteen, me at the age of nineteen, and a coffee shop.
I originally thought it was just a story, but when I remembered that when I was 19 years old, I actually had a friend who ran a coffee shop, I suddenly wondered if this story could belong to the real us in a parallel universe.
So I want to tell you about my situation here.
In my world, the sixteen-year-old you did not look up and see me on that swing. You and I officially met when you were twenty-five.
Although it was many years later than yours, we still fell in love. There were bumps and bruises in the process. I once lost you, but luckily I finally got you back.
Today is November 5, 2022. You married me and became my legal wife. Tonight, you celebrated my 29th birthday and we had a hot pot meal together in our home.
You may not be able to imagine what I am saying because you are experiencing my departure right now.
I know you are very sad. Even at the age of 26, you would wake up crying because of my leaving, not to mention the 16-year-old you.
Maybe these two years of busy studies have passed by quickly for you, but I am afraid that you are always worried that I will break my promise. So I hope this letter can reach you and you can see these words.
I can tell you for sure that in your world, I will return as scheduled in two years.
Even if there are some twists and turns, as long as you speak, I will be by your side.
Because I am very sure that no matter whether I was nine, nineteen, or twenty-nine years old, no matter how we met, I could not refuse you.
It is 23:00 Beijing time here now. You, the 26-year-old you, are waiting for me in the bedroom, and you may have already begun to secretly complain that I made you wait for so long.
So this letter ends here.
Xiao Shuyu, grow up well, everything you want is waiting for you in the future.
Twenty-nine-year-old Zhou Jun
Meng Shuyu read it word by word, and when he reached the end, his clear vision gradually became blurred.
Even if there was only a one in a billion chance that the story miraculously existed in some time and space, he couldn't bear to see the sixteen-year-old girl feel sad for him.
There was a click in the quiet bedroom and the door was pushed open.
Meng Shuyu raised his head and saw Zhou Jun, and opened his arms to him: "Hug."
Zhou Jun walked up to her and hugged her with a smile.
At this moment, Meng Shuyu suddenly remembered what Zhou Jun said when he introduced himself in his dream.
He said, my name is Zhou Jun, Zhou means complications and Jun means eternal.
As expected—
He is the poem in her life that has gone through many twists and turns and finally become timeless.
(—End of full text—)
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