Jiasheng thirty-three years May sixteenth
Ning Guta.
Nanshan Bieyuan.
Both Zhong Mingwei and Meiya stayed in bed, and they were a little excited to spend the night in the new house for the first time. She slept a little late last night, and the sun was already high when she opened her eyes today, and Mei Ya was blinded by the sunlight coming in through the crack of the window. Subconsciously, she burrowed into Zhong Mingwei's arms, and burrowed into Meiya and sat up suddenly. Then he opened the window and looked outside. Immediately, I was a little stunned.
"Zhong Mingwei! Get up! Look at what time it is!" Meiya was busy pushing Zhong Mingwei, while hurriedly putting on her outer clothes, who knew she hadn't had time to button them. Just being pulled into his arms by Zhong Mingwei, Meiya frowned and said, "What are you doing? It's already past noon even if you don't even look!"
"Then what are you afraid of?" Zhong Mingwei rubbed his head against Meiya's neck. On the one hand, he said in a daze. "Anyway, it's in my own home, and I can sleep as long as I want."
Meiya's hand stopped, and she didn't struggle anymore. She put her arms around Zhong Mingwei. Gently run down his hair. While saying softly: "Of course you can do whatever you want at home, but didn't we agree to go to Grandma Chen's house today? I'm afraid it's not good to go too late?"
Because the wedding date has already been set. So yesterday Zhong Mingwei discussed with Meiya and planned to send invitations to Grandma Chen and Chen Qingxuan in person. They didn't plan to make a fuss, but they still had to invite those who should be invited, such as Grandma Chen and Chen Qingxuan. Meiya naturally had no objections.
"Oh, I almost forgot about this." Zhong Mingwei was startled, then nodded hastily, and sat up while sitting up, "That's why you can't go too late."
"I didn't hear the sound of Pang Yi practicing kung fu this morning, nor the sound of Mr. Gu pounding medicine. It's really uncomfortable," Meiya sighed while putting on her clothes, and took a wooden stick from the window sill. Pass the comb to Zhong Mingwei, "You comb my hair."
"It's just like this. The most annoying thing is that they mess up every morning, and my brain hurts from the noise." Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips and smiled, while combing Meiya's hair, he said softly, "I like to get rid of bugs every morning." Apart from the chirping of the birds, I can only hear your voice, whether it is the sound of breathing, laughter, or your scolding my face, it really hits my ears."
"What's so good about that?" Meiya was very embarrassed, and while sniffing, she asked the man again, "Huh? When did I scold you so hard in the morning? Don't blame me, I seem to be Like a tigress."
"Think about it, have I wronged you?" Zhong Mingwei smiled lowly, put down the comb, and started braiding Meiya's braids. Meiya has always liked such simple twist braids, and Zhong Mingwei also likes them, but now they are braided. There are too many, and Zhong Mingwei knows more tricks, not only three-strand braids, but also four-strand and five-strand braids, and the braids are all very beautiful, so he can be regarded as self-taught.
Meiya tilted her head and thought for a long time but couldn't think of it, and then she shook her head at Zhong Mingwei: "I can't think of it."
"You can't even remember what happened in front of you, really," Zhong Mingwei took the hair tie and braided his hair, and said with a smile, "That day, in Jixian Bookstore, you were crying and making noise, but Scared the hell out of me."
Meiya was startled, and then remembered what happened that day. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. After all, it only took seven or eight days to get back together with Zhong Mingwei this time, but thinking about it now She actually felt like it happened in her previous life, Meiya only felt a little dazed.
After braiding Meiya, Zhong Mingwei stretched out his hand to hold Meiya's shoulder, and made her turn around to face him. While holding Meiya's hand, he said softly, "What's the matter? Little girl, what's the matter?" Are you trying to scold me again?"
"No," Meiya shook her head lightly, looking at Zhong Mingwei with dark eyes, "I was thinking about how you survived those days alone."
Zhong Mingwei was startled, and then he held Meiya's hand even tighter. He didn't know what to say, whether to pretend to be relaxed and say nothing to Meiya, or to analyze the pain one by one, no matter what it was , he really didn't want to do it.