For the certificate vlog, I naturally listened to Song Ci.
Jiang Xingzhou showed the comment to Song Ci, who was conflicted.
He understood Song Ci's expression: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to. Everything should be done in a way that makes you comfortable. In the final analysis, getting the marriage certificate is our own business."
Song Ci nodded in agreement, and suddenly looked up again.
“Jiang Jiang,” she pursed her lips, “How about we shoot a vlog but don’t release it?”
Jiang Xingzhou raised his eyebrows curiously. He had not thought of this idea of Song Dynasty porcelain.
Kind of interesting.
"What do you mean?"
Perhaps because she felt that her idea was too bad, Song Ci couldn't help but her cheeks became flushed and rosy.
She licked her upper lip and spoke in a coquettish tone: "We can take this as a commemoration of our marriage certificate, but it's too embarrassing to post it on a video platform, so we won't post it. We can just watch it between the two of us."
"Is that so..." Jiang Xingzhou smiled and tapped her forehead, "You are the only one with a lot of ideas, so let's take a photo, but don't send it out."
"Uh-huh!"
After a moment of silence, Jiang Xingzhou suddenly added: "When the time comes, we will say that we took the photo, but we won't release it."
Song Ci: “?”
Jiang Xingzhou is even worse than her!
"What are you looking at? Have you never seen such a handsome husband?"
Song Ci pouted and glared at him, "How can he be my husband? We haven't even got the marriage certificate yet."
After a pause, she whispered again: "No matter how handsome he is, he is mine."
Jiang Xingzhou suppressed his laughter: "Yeah, yours."
"How about this, you call me husband first, otherwise how will others know that I am your husband."
Jiang Xingzhou supported himself on the cushion on the ground with his hands, leaned over to look in front of Song Ci, his face almost touching Song Ci's. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and the look he gave Song Ci was gentle yet with an attitude of watching a show.
Song Dynasty Porcelain: “…”
"don't want!"
She raised her hand and pushed Jiang Xingzhou away with difficulty: "Go and write quickly. How many words have you written today? I have already written 3,000 words, why don't you write faster!"
Jiang Xingzhou: “…”
Boring.
"Come here, give me a kiss, and I'll allow you to scream again tomorrow."
But tomorrow, besides calling my husband, I will have to add something else.
You can’t miss a bed or something.
Thinking of this, he pinched Song Ci's chin and kissed her, then began to type while contentedly recalling their past.
I really want to write and confirm the relationship with Song Song soon~
*
Lying in bed at night, the two of them began to feel nervous.
"We're going to get the certificate tomorrow."
Jiang Xingzhou turned sideways and hugged Song Ci tightly in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and exhaled slowly with a sigh.
Half a year ago, he couldn't have imagined that he could get his marriage certificate just half a year after graduation.
He thought he would be the one being urged by a bunch of relatives to find a partner during the Chinese New Year.
It seems that his efficiency is still very high, and the pressure is directly put on his cousin.
Song Ci responded by hugging him tightly and whispered, "We're going to get the marriage certificate tomorrow."
"Are you nervous, Song Song?"
"nervous."
"I'm nervous too."
"What should I do, Jiang Jiang? I'm so nervous." Song Ci tightened her arms and tightly held Jiang Xingzhou's waist.
"What do we need to do to get the certificate? What if we don't know what to do? Jiang Jiang, are you nervous? What should we do? Why don't we have any experience in advance? If we get the certificate this time, will we have experience? Will we not be so nervous next time? Jiang Jiang..."
Seeing that she was talking more and more outrageous, Jiang Xingzhou covered her mouth with his hand.
"What are you talking about? This is just the first time. How many more times do you want to get the certificate?"
Song Ci choked, realizing that he had said the wrong thing in his panic.
She whined and hugged Jiang Xingzhou's head, kissing him on the face.
First the eyes, then the cheeks, then the tip of the nose, and finally the mouth.
Jiang Xingzhou was so annoyed by her that his voice became a little hoarse.
He stepped back slightly, in a state where his lips were about to touch Song Ci's, and said in a calm voice: "Song Song, the Civil Affairs Bureau is also open in the afternoon."
Song Ci didn't react to what he meant. She was just dissatisfied that he had moved away from her, so she chased him and kissed him again.
In the darkness, veins bulged on Jiang Xingzhou's forehead.
He picked up Song Ci and let her turn over and lie on him. At the same time, he took the initiative and began to peck and kiss Song Ci's cheek again and again.
Occasionally, when he stepped back, he murmured in a low voice: "In the afternoon, let's go again tomorrow afternoon."
"Hmm~" Song Ci felt like her head was a mess and she still didn't understand what he meant.
Why go tomorrow afternoon
Jiang Xingzhou was kissing her cheek again and again, making her feel itchy.
I always feel that Jiang Xingzhou tonight seems different from before.
Before she could figure it out, Jiang Xingzhou took off her clothes and turned over to press her under him.
"I have prepared something." Jiang Xingzhou whispered, freeing up one hand to search.
"… May I?"
After a while, he found Song Ci's hand and put the box into her palm.
"Song Song."
He called out again.
Jiang Xingzhou's voice was pleasant to begin with, and tonight it was even more lustful. With just two words, Song Ci felt half of her body soften.
I have no strength in my whole body.
She understood what Jiang Xingzhou meant.
But she no longer had the energy to refute.
Besides, she didn't want to refute.
She used up her last bit of strength, raised her head and bit Jiang Xingzhou's jaw, which had just moved back a little.
"want."
With just one word, Jiang Xingzhou's last bit of rationality disappeared completely.
He pounced on it almost madly, like a traveler who came across an oasis in the desert.
The spring scenery is beautiful.
…
When I woke up the next day, it was already past eleven o'clock in the morning.
It is a sunny day today, and the sunlight almost penetrates the curtains and shines on Song Ci who is sleeping in bed.
Song Ci moved his arm and felt sore.
"Jiang Jiang—"
She shouted at the top of her lungs, but found her voice was hoarse.
It’s all Jiang Xingzhou’s fault.
I clearly agreed not to call you husband yesterday!
As a result, she called more than just husband.
What bed also called.
Song Ci pouted, somewhat dissatisfied with the man's bad behavior.
However, for some reason, Song Ci pulled up the quilt and covered her face.
My cheeks and ears were burning under the quilt to an unimaginable degree.
This was the scene Jiang Xingzhou saw when he came over.
The quilt was pulled almost to the head of the bed, and Song Ci was lying flat on his back.
Because of his thin body, it looked like there was no one under the quilt.
Jiang Xingzhou laughed softly, finally waking up. He thought Song Ci would sleep until the afternoon. If she couldn't make it in time for them to get the certificate, he would have to wake her up with great pain.
Fortunately, she woke up.
It’s still in time to get the certificate in the afternoon.
This is the guest bedroom, his room. Mainly because he couldn't sleep in the master bedroom last night, so he gave Song Ci a bath and moved her to the guest room.
The guest bedroom also has a big bed, so it’s not crowded at all for two people to sleep on it.
Jiang Xingzhou tiptoed to the bed, pulled back the quilt, and saw that Song Ci's little face had turned as red as a ripe tomato.
He wanted to laugh again, but considering that Song Ci's current condition was all due to him, he forced himself not to laugh.
With only a faint smile on his lips, he asked softly, "Song Song, are you hungry? Do you want to get up and eat something?"
Song Ci was pretending to be asleep, but when he asked this, her stomach reacted first.
Gurgle~
Song Ci couldn't pretend anymore, so she half opened her eyes and looked at him through the slits.
"What time is it?"
Her voice was still hoarse, and Jiang Xingzhou's heart trembled. It seemed that he had gone too far yesterday.
Considering that he had to get the marriage certificate today, he had been very restrained and only consumed three small things.
Unexpectedly, it was still too much for Song Dynasty porcelain.
Jiang Xingzhou thought that next time he would find a free time the next day to come back.
Rubbing Song Ci's head, he replied gently, "It's less than half past eleven."
Song Ci turned her head and said, "Is that nine o'clock?"
Jiang Xingzhou: “…?”
Song Ci's question made Jiang Xingzhou laugh and cry: "Why do you say that?"
Is this considered self-deception
Normally, you would think of the time between 11:00 and 11:30, right
He laughed softly, and Song Ci's head shrank lower and lower as he laughed.
After a while, she reluctantly replied: "... Ouch."
"Okay, Song Song, get up first. I'll go heat up some porridge for you to fill your stomach later."
He got up early in the morning and made porridge for Song Ci, but he didn't expect that Song Ci had slept until now and the porridge had already gone cold.
Hearing this, Song Ci puffed up her cheeks and said again: "Ah."
"Where are my clothes?"
She wasn't wearing pajamas under the quilt, so although she wasn't sleeping naked, it was still quite embarrassing.
I don’t know where Jiang Xingzhou got the little thing he is wearing now.
Song Ci pouted again and looked around the room with her round eyes.
It was the first time for her to sleep in the guest bedroom.
Although the place is not as big as the master bedroom, it is not small either.
The curtains are different from those in the master bedroom. They are blue curtains. They look very thick and block out the light. At this moment, the room is not very bright.
Jiang Xingzhou handed the clothes he had brought early in the morning to Song Ci: "Here, this should be okay, right? I got it from your closet."
Song Ci turned her head and saw that it was the set of clothes she often wore, so she endured the pain, blushed, stretched out her fair and smooth arms to take her clothes, and stuffed them into the quilt.
"You, go and heat up the porridge for me."
Jiang Xingzhou was stunned. This was like he was throwing someone away after ordering him around.
However, at this time, Jiang Xingzhou was in an exceptionally good mood. Not only was he not angry, but he nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'll go heat up the porridge for my baby."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: “…”
snort!
Jiang Xingzhou went out to heat up the porridge, and Song Ci finally wanted to stand up and start putting on her clothes.
But it was too sour.
My whole body aches.
When she sat up, she felt so tired. After a long time, Song Ci couldn't even button her underwear.
The back of my hand is too sore.
She took her clothes off again, moved the buttons to the front, and then buttoned them up, and it worked in one go.
She turned the dress around and straightened it, then fiddled with the straps.
Finally, she put on one piece of clothing and Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief.
But my arms were so sore.
Every time she raised her arm, the sore feeling made her feel as if she was abusing herself by fighting poison with poison.
Who would have thought that she was just wearing clothes
Phew~
Fortunately, the rest is easy to wear.
After putting on his shirt, Song Ci put on his pants.
Normally she could just lie down and arch her back to pull up her pants, or stand up to pull up her pants. In short, no matter which method she used, she could put on her pants easily.
But today.
Her legs went limp.
When Jiang Xingzhou came over again, Song Ci's legs went limp and she knelt on the bed.
This posture reminded her of some memories, and she quickly turned around and fell on the bed, not caring whether her pants were on or not.
Noticing Jiang Xingzhou coming over, Song Ci accused him weakly, "It's all your fault."
Jiang Xingzhou: "... Well, it's all my fault. I was wrong. I promise I won't do this again next time."
You need to exercise several times to gradually adapt to this intensity.
Song Ci saw that he was not very sincere, so he raised his hand and hit him softly, and ordered him around without any courtesy.
"Put on my pants."
"Okay!"
Jiang Xingzhou agreed without any burden, and then said: "Can I carry you to wash up again?"
"Hmph~"
Because of the movement, the edge of Song Ci's top rolled up a little, revealing a part of her slender waist.
Jiang Xingzhou looked over and saw that the originally fair skin had several black and blue spots, which were caused by him.
Having a little conscience, Jiang Xingzhou hurriedly helped Song Ci put on her pants and carried her to wash.
After drinking the porridge, Song Ci finally regained his strength.
At least I can get up.
They waited for Jiang Xingzhou to make lunch, ate a little, and did some walking exercise at home. In the afternoon, the two of them finally set out to get the certificate.
When we arrived, the Civil Affairs Bureau was already open for business.
There were quite a few people coming to get their certificates at this time, but the efficiency was quite high and it was their turn in just half an hour.
They provided their own wedding photos, so they moved a little faster.
After the seal is stamped, the marriage certificate becomes officially effective.
From now on they are legally married!
After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Jiang Xingzhou admired the marriage certificate and clicked his tongue.
Song Ci couldn't help being happy.
That's how she and Jiang Xingzhou got their marriage certificate.
They are a real couple now.
"Wife, call me husband for me to hear." Jiang Xingzhou smiled slyly at the side.
The smile on Song Ci's face froze instantly: "..."
In the past, she could have used the excuse that the marriage certificate was not obtained, but now, the marriage certificate is in her hands.
There is no reason to push it anymore.
But it's quite embarrassing to shout it out in public.
It's obviously a normal name.
But when she thought about how she called him that name last night, Song Ci couldn't help but blush.
Can't shout out.
After a while, she managed to say: "Go home."
Jiang Xingzhou snorted lightly: "I'll spare you this time."
He turned off the video recording and put away his phone.
He was in a good mood today and didn't bother with Song Ci. After all, he had heard of it before.
What's more, there is a long way to go, and Song Dynasty porcelain can always be brought out.
The winter sun was not too bright, but it felt warm on their bodies. Two people walked hand in hand on the road, the breeze gently blowing their hair. Everything was just right.
No one knew that they each had a marriage certificate in their pocket.
But everyone can see that this couple is a perfect match and very much in love.
The love between them will never end.