"Get up for me."
Wearing a mask and rubber gloves, Yang Han grabbed a mop and said to Han Shiyu on the sofa.
Today's president of Jixun is still out of work, and his husband is still abroad and has not come back.
So he created this, an arrogant man with two dogs, lying at home in a heap of snacks and garbage.
Han Shiyu took one foot away. Yang Han cleaned up the rubbish here.
Yang Han said impatiently, "Can you move people away!"
Han Shiyu took his two dogs and sons in between, stepping on the empty space where the snack pile could settle down, and moved step by step.
Yang Han kept muttering while cleaning: "The dog, the big dog, will clean up his own nest and bury you to death... If you are full all day long, lie down and eat when you wake up. Hurry up. Go to the company and live, don't come back."
Yang Han: "You're already thirty-six! Round up to forty!"
Han Shiyu hugged Gou Da Gou Er, frowned and said, "How can you speak in the same tone as your grandma?"
Yang Han is also very angry.
Liu Zuoye told her that it was not easy to raise a dog, so she was mentally prepared when she adopted these two, but she forgot that there was an indigenous dog at home, and one of him was better than two.
Living with Yang Mo, she is the princess. With Han Shiyu, she is the godmother.
The words came out of her mouth almost in one go.
After Yang Han mopped the ground, Han Shiyu moved back with the two dogs and said, "I'm exercising you. You see, your dad is so used to you that you don't touch the spring water..."
Yang Han said indifferently, "I'll sue my dad when he comes back."
Hearing the accusation against Han Shiyu, he was excited. The two dogs were pinched by him. He turned his head in sync with the owner, and he said, "Is it not fun?"
Yang Han ignored him and continued to scan other places.
She cleaned the house, picked up the picture frame, and wiped the table below. This photo is of their family of five. Yang Han accidentally saw the ring on Yang Mo's hand, she stared at it for a while, and called, "Old Han."
Han Shiyu took a sip of beer and said, "Why?"
Yang Han: "Do you believe in Buddhism?"
"?" Han Shiyu said, "I have no faith."
Yang Han turned his head to look at him very suspiciously: "Then do you worship the Bodhisattva or not?"
Han Shiyu said, "What do you want to say."
"Otherwise, why would my dad fall in love with you?" Yang Han has been struggling with this issue for a long time, she said, "I think, based on your conditions, you need to burn incense."
Han Shiyu: "..."
He said: "I think you have a deep misunderstanding of my charisma."
Yang Han: "Huh."
"Your dad wrote me a love letter back then." Han Shiyu said calmly, "Although there are only a few words."
Yang Han said incredulously: "It's true or false, when did you dream it?"
Han Shiyu drank the remaining beer and said, "When you get married."
…
Wedding in Norway.
There were many people present, most of them were friends of Han Shiyu. Only Han Lang appeared as one of the parents. Lao Yang refused to come, Yang Mo said that 90% of the reason was that Lao Yang could not understand foreign languages and could not save face.
Han Shiyu, who originally planned to use the stalker on Lao Yang, regretted it.
Yang Mo is a person who pays great attention to the sense of ceremony. The wedding is a ceremony that ties two lifelines together, which is even more meaningful to him. He and Han Shiyu made an agreement that everyone would write a paragraph on their wedding vows, and the content on it would be kept secret until that day came.
The plane to a different place was in the morning. Han Shiyu got up in a daze and took a nap next to him wearing a blindfold. Yang Mo looked out of the porthole for a long time.
He heard the snort from around him, light and fragile, like a quiet breeding ground. Han Shiyu's sleep was very heavy, like an unsuspecting child. Yang Mo once had a whim and pinched his nose one morning, but the prank didn't have the desired effect. Han Shiyu didn't wake up, just frowned slightly, moved forward and hugged him tightly.
At this time, Yang Mo didn't reach out and quietly traced the outline of his face.
After all, he was about to put this person into every decision he made in the second half of his life, and he needed to take a good look at it again. If anyone wants to sign a lifetime contract, they should always read the contract carefully before writing it down.
Looking at it from head to toe, Party A's Yang Mo is still the same old evaluation - only on the surface.
It is well known that the showy appearance of male animals is generally used for reproductive purposes, i.e. to attract females. As a human, his appearance is really classy, which greatly increases the probability of mating.
But Yang Mo is "face-blind", and a set of theories formed over hundreds of millions of years of biological evolution does not work for him.
Yang Mo sighed, not knowing what to think in his mind, staring at Han Shiyu in a trance.
At this time, Han Shiyu opened his lips and whispered, "Is your husband handsome?"
Yang Mo: "."
This person seemed to be in a sober state just now, and felt Yang Mo's gaze when he was in a daze. Han Shiyu continued to lie down in a different position and said, "Suddenly I felt a scorching love bathe me, and I woke up flattered."
Yang Mo pulled the blindfold off, turned it into a mask for him, and said, "You better stay awake and shut up."
…
Yang Mo was not religious, but when he walked through the church with this man that day, he was more religious than ever.
Han Shiyu suits white very well, he is clean and handsome, his eyes are like the lake of Michen, and every frown and smile are flickering.
Han Shiyu bent his arms and let him hug him, his eyes curved, and smiled: "Relax."
A child who is first introduced to the world has always bright pupils, which can accommodate the whole world. The older he grows, the more stranded he becomes. In the end, there is only a narrow life left in the reflection.
But his eyes were still so bright.
It's like a star has fallen into it.
For a while, Yang Mo wanted to know about Han Shiyu's childhood.
When he throws away all his distracting thoughts, he will think, what kind of child this is.
The growth of others is the continuous concentration of the lake in the eyes.
His growth is picking stars.
He will remember the brightness of each one, and when passersby stop by, he will proudly hold his chest up and say, as familiarly, that this is the first one, this is the brightest one in the world, it will keep flashing of one.
At the age of eighteen, Yang Mo passed by this place, and the child shoved the entire galaxy to him. Carved him in the name of each one.
So when someone passes by, his pride becomes, this is the one I picked with him.
This is one of his favorites, and so do I.
Yang Mo looked at Han Shiyu's indifferent smile, looked down, and landed on his slightly trembling arm, and replied the same sentence: "...Take it easy."
His best friends are watching them, and his roommates, including "F4", if something goes wrong with Han Shiyu, it will be a glorious moment that they can record in the annals of history for a lifetime.
So Han Shiyu was more nervous than Yang Mo.
In the Chinese language used by the pastor, after reciting the traditional oath, at the request of the newcomer, he turned a page and took a deep breath. Said: "Mr. Han wants to say to his future partner..."
"Mr. Yang Mo, are you willing to marry Mr. Han Shiyu? Love him and be loyal to him, no matter if he is poor, sick or disabled..."
Yang Mo suspected that he had copied the original oath.
The pastor said, "...whether he lets you eat spicy food or not..."
Yang Mo: "."
He heard the uncontrollable laughter and applause from the people below.
The night before, Han Shiyu racked his brains for a long time. The book he had read for many years seemed to be emptied in an instant, and he couldn't squeeze out a word of ink. Finally, he decided to "take advantage" of the opportunity that Yang Mo said I was willing to take away from Yang Mo. "Spicy eating autonomy".
After he wrote to his death, he thought for a while, sucked some ink again, and wrote—
"He wants to tell you these words slowly in the future, when he suddenly remembers when he wakes up, and when he is in love on the way home. I hope he and you have a lifetime of bickering for trivialities and chatting more beans. trivial matter." the pastor read.
Yang Mo looked at the sincere gaze of the person on the other side, lowered his eyes, and stared at the reflection in the dew of a petal.
The pastor asked, "Mr. Yang Mo, would you like to?"
Yang Mo took a deep breath and said, "I will."
Han Shiyu celebrated the success of eating spicy food with expressions.
The pastor cleared his throat, turned to the next page, saw this handsome handwriting, and his eyes narrowed again.
The pastor said, "Mr. Yang Mo wants to say to his future partner..."
There is only a short sentence on it: "I love you,"
Yang Mo wrote it on the plane, using the simplest ballpoint pen to write four Chinese characters, with a comma at the end.
Like the "" at the end, the story continues.
After he and Han Shiyu were together, he never said this sentence, it was too nauseous, and he absolutely couldn't keep it in his own mouth.
But when he asked him to count the precious words, he searched for a long time, and still found that this sentence, which was never spoken, was the most weighty.
At that time, after Yang Mo finished writing, he folded a few stacks of A4 paper, stuffed it into his jacket pocket, looked away from the sky outside the window, and began to look at the silly dog next to him wearing a blindfold and pretending to sleep.
With neat stack marks on the paper, four words and a punctuation mark lie quietly on it. This sentence is too short, and the pastor does not know how to read it. So I took the traditional ending: "Mr. Han, would you like to..."
Before finishing speaking, Han Shiyu pressed the back of Yang Mo's neck and kissed it.
There was laughter and applause in the church, and the light through the window was so soft that it twitched in Han Shiyu's eyes.
Letting go of his lips and teeth, Han Shiyu held his cheek with one hand and rubbed the tips of each other's noses.
The skin he touched was faintly hot, and Yang Mo said angrily, "Close your eyes..."
Han Shiyu: "I don't."
When the petals fell, another kiss fell.
…
Yang Han was holding the mop pole and looked at him coldly.
The voice under the mask was a little dull, she said, "then what did my dad say."
Han Shiyu aimed the beer can at the trash can and said, "It's the most romantic word in this world."
Yang Han: "Huh?"
Han Shiyu thought for a while and felt that a comma should also be added, so he said, "...Five words."
Yang Han thoughtfully and confidently speculated: "You are a real dog."
She stretched out five fingers: "Five words."
Han Shiyu snorted, glanced at her triumphantly, and then threw the can, which followed a perfect parabola and fell out of the trash can with a bang.
"Han Shiyu!" Xiao Yang, the cleaner, said angrily, "Don't you have feet!"