Therefore, Ji Xubai could only say calmly: "Dad, I can't stand up."
When Lord Ji heard this, he became very angry: "Tell me, you are going to get married soon. What do you think of Zhigong when you are like this? Today is her wedding day!"
Ji Xubai closed his eyes and said, "I can get married to Zhirou properly even in a wheelchair, and Zhirou loves me very much and won't care about such trivial details with me."
Lord Ji sneered, as if he was laughing at where his son had the confidence to say that Wen Zhigu loved him very much. After all, it was already cheap for Wen Zhigu to let go of the past and marry Ji Xubai. This kid is gone.
But he laughed, after all, it was his son who was getting married, so Lord Ji said: "I'll get you here soon, and I'll apologize to Zhi Gu. Xu Bai, dad left his words here. If you dare to do anything for me in the future, What's wrong with knowing the past, let alone knowing the past, even dad will never forgive you!"
When Ji Xubai heard this, he said "Yes" seriously, "I know."
He understands better than his father how difficult it is for this day to come.
He will cherish his knowledge more than anyone else.
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Tomorrow is rising, the first ray of sunshine is shining down, the fluffy snowflakes are flying in the air, and the sound of wedding firecrackers is ringing, crackling, as if sparks are blooming in the heavy snow.
Gorgeous and beautiful.
Wen Jian and Xiao Qingzhi were like little doorkeepers. They were dressed in red and stood at the door to stop the groom.
Ji Xubai looked at the two children from his wheelchair and said with a smile: "Qingzhi, do you know what day it is today?"
Qingzhi's voice was sweet and she answered clearly: "The day Uncle Ji got married."
"Yes, then can you ask Brother Jian to get out of the way? Uncle Ji is anxious to see the bride."
Qingzhi hesitated for a moment and subconsciously turned to look at Wen Jian. Wen Jian cast a very firm look at her, so Qingzhi looked at Ji Xubai firmly with a pair of clear and beautiful eyes and said, "You You have to answer three of our questions before you can enter."
Ji Xubai smiled slightly: "Okay, then you can ask."
Wen Jian said: "The first question is, when is my mother's birthday?"
Ji Xubai laughed out loud and said: "On the seventh day of April, my son's problem is not a problem."
Wen Jian snorted and asked Qingzhi to ask again. Qingzhi tilted his head and thought for a moment, raised his face and asked, "In which year and day did Uncle Ji meet Aunt Wen?"
Ji Xubai still didn't think about it and answered gently: "It was November 17th, the year 776 in the Northern Kingdom. It was snowing that day."
Wen Jian wanted to show off her skills: "Last question, who is my mother's favorite person?"
Ji Xubai said shamelessly: "Your father."
Wen Jian snorted and said, "Wrong!"
Ji Xubai could only sigh: "You and your father, son, it's so cold outside, can you let your father go in to pick up your mother?"
After hearing this, Wen Jian knew that her father's leg was still injured, so she reluctantly let her father go.
Because Qingzhi is not very good at walking yet, Wen Jian helped the little fairy hold up the hem of her skirt and helped her back. The little fairy said, "Brother Xiao Jian, can I ask you a question too?"
Wen Jian nodded and said, "Okay."
"Do you remember Qingzhi's birthday?"
"The sixth day of September, I remember it every year."