The greeting cards that Luo Jingyu taught the children to make were not ready-made material packages bought from Taobao, but he personally put them together from the card paper stage. The flowers to be pasted on the cards also needed the children to draw and cut them themselves. He also wholesaled a lot of cute stickers, with a few small pieces in each package, for the children to use as materials.
When he was preparing at home, he asked Zhan Xi to take photos of the steps and make a PPT. He played it on the projector, Zhan Xi explained it, and Luo Jingyu performed it on the spot. A group of six or seven-year-old kids listened very carefully and started to do it step by step according to Teacher Luo's instructions.
Whoever has a question will raise his hand and ask, Zhan Xi will walk over to the child to help, Teacher Song has been maintaining discipline, Luo Yueer is like a little teacher teaching the children around her how to do it, although it is very noisy, the handicraft class went smoothly.
There was a little girl wearing glasses sitting in the corner of the first row. She raised her hand several times to ask for joy but no one saw her. Luo Jingyu saw her, walked over to her, bent down, and asked her with her eyes.
The little girl looked at him timidly, picked up the flower she had drawn and showed it to him, and asked in a low voice: "Teacher, is this okay?"
She drew very well. Luo Jingyu nodded and gave her a thumbs up.
The little girl asked again: "Then what? Cut it off? I didn't see it clearly just now."
Luo Jingyu handed her a pair of children's scissors, pointed at the flowers, and made a gesture of cutting something. The little girl asked shyly: "Teacher, aren't you deaf? How do you know what I'm saying?"
Luo Jingyu couldn't explain to her what lip reading was, so she just smiled and rubbed her head, then pointed to her eyes and temples, giving a gentle smile.
"What if I cut it badly? I'm scared." The little girl seemed to be quite conflicted. Luo Jingyu thought about it, took her scissors, bent down and helped her cut out a small flower. There was a circle of white left on the edge, and the whole line was blunt, so it was not that difficult to cut.
The little girl understood what he meant and said in surprise, "Huh? Don't you have to cut along the edge of the flower?"
Luo Jingyu nodded, returned the scissors to her, pointed at the remaining flowers on the paper, then pointed at her and gave her a thumbs up. The little girl became a little bolder and raised her head and said, "I know how to do it. Thank you, teacher!"
After drawing flowers or other patterns, cut them out and stick them on the inner page of folded cardboard. Luo Jingyu encouraged the children to draw whatever they wanted without any rules.
If the children are good at hands-on work, they can also trim the rectangular greeting card into other shapes, such as ovals, hearts, leaves... You can also open a "window" on the cover of the greeting card, and open the "window" to see the flowers on the inside page.
If someone accidentally made a mistake, Luo Jingyu would go and help repair it. Unless the paper was torn over a large area, otherwise, even small cuts and flaws could be repaired by Teacher Luo so that no trace could be seen.
At the end, Zhan Xi asked the children to write on the cards and send them to the people they want to thank. The children had just started school and could not write most of the characters, so they just wrote the pinyin.
Luo Yueer finished it early and hid the greeting card directly in her schoolbag, and glanced at her mother.
How could Zhan Xi not know her daughter's little thoughts? Ninety-nine percent of the time, it was for her father, so she wouldn't be jealous, and turned her head and pretended not to see it.
Some children gave greeting cards to Teacher Song on the spot. To Luo Jingyu's surprise, a little boy actually gave him a greeting card. He didn't say anything when he gave it to him. He just stuffed the card into his hand, turned around and ran away with a red face.
Luo Jingyu opened the greeting card and saw that the little boy had made it very roughly, without any flowers drawn on it. There was a crescent yellow moon on the top of the inside page, and the bottom was covered with cartoon stickers given by Luo Jingyu.
He wrote crookedly using Chinese characters mixed with pinyin:
dad,
I love you, do you love me
—Fengfeng
Luo Jingyu: “?”
He showed the card to Zhan Xi and pointed at the little boy. Zhan Xi went over and asked him, "Little boy, are you sending your card to your dad?"
The little boy looked at her, didn't answer, and silently lowered his head to pack his schoolbag.
Teacher Song saw this scene and whispered to Zhan Xi after a while that the little boy's father died of illness, his mother remarried and hardly took care of him, so he usually lived with his grandparents.
"I guess, when he saw Yue'er's father, he thought of his own father, and probably wanted his father to be with him." Teacher Song said.
Zhan Xi relayed Teacher Song's words to Luo Jingyu. He pondered for a moment and carefully put away the greeting card made by the little boy.
There is only one class on Friday afternoon, and the children will go home after the handicraft get out of class.
Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi packed up the remaining materials, left the classroom according to school regulations, and waited outside the school gate. Not long after, the first-grade students lined up and walked out under the guidance of their class teacher.
Luo Jingyu didn't see the little boy who gave him the greeting card, and guessed that he might be going to a difficult class.
Luo Yueer came to her parents with her schoolbag on her back, skipping and jumping, and said happily: "I don't have to go to the difficult class today, that's great!"
The difficult classes are for families who are unable to pick up their children early. The school will gather the children in a classroom and watch over them until 5 o'clock.
Originally, Luo Mingsong said he could pick up Yue'er from school, but Luo Jingyu felt that his parents' home was far from Qingquemen, and that it was too tiring for the elderly to run back and forth every day, so she sent Yue'er to the difficult class. He took the subway to pick up his daughter every day and cooked for her, while Zhanxi stayed in the teahouse to watch the shop until the evening.
Luo Yueer has developed a good habit of independent learning and can do her homework without her parents. When Luo Jingyu picks her up every day, her homework is basically done and only requires her parents to check and sign.
This was a very difficult question. Math for the first grade was easy, but Chinese was all pinyin. Luo Jingyu couldn't be sure whether Yue'er's pinyin was correct, so he could only wait for his wife to come home and check.
He thought in frustration, as his daughter got older, would there come a day when he wouldn't even be able to understand her homework
The schoolbags for first-grade children are already very heavy, but Luo Jingyu and his wife reached a consensus to let Yue'er carry the schoolbag by herself.
He was holding the bag of materials left over from the handicraft class in his left hand and holding his daughter's left hand with his right hand. Zhan Xi was holding his daughter's right hand and holding her lunch box in the other hand. The three of them were staggering towards home together.
Before entering the community, they went to a small vegetable market to buy vegetables. The vendors all knew Luo Jingyu and never asked him to bargain. No matter what he bought, everyone would sell it to him at the actual price.
Luo Jingyu plans to buy a fish head to make soup, which is Yue'er's taste.
The little guy is different from his mother. He likes to eat river fish very much. Luo Jingyu looked in the basin for a long time, picked out a bighead carp, and used gestures to tell the boss how much of the fish head to cut. The boss raised his knife and cut off the fish head.
Yue Er covered her eyes and yelled, "Ah! Dad, you called yourself Xiaoyu! How could you kill Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu is so pitiful!"
Luo Jingyu: “…”
Zhan Xi squinted at his daughter and said, "Isn't this what you like to eat?"
Yue'er pouted, thought of the delicious fish head soup her father made, and swallowed her saliva.
Luo Jingyu bought his wife's favorite ribs and chicken wings, picked some vegetables, and then the family of three walked into the community.
When passing by the bench not far from the main road of the community, Luo Yueer pointed with her little hand: "Look, it's Uncle Xiaochi."
Zhan Xi looked in the direction of the voice and saw Gu Xinchi and a young girl sitting side by side on a bench. They both looked shy, their shoulders rubbing against each other. The scene was so suggestive that it was easy for people to imagine too much.
"Xiao Chi, what are you doing? Aren't you going home?" Zhan Xi deliberately teased him and shouted very loudly.
Gu Xinchi and the girl were both startled, and they moved to the left and right as if they had been electrocuted. A thirty-centimeter gap suddenly appeared between their bodies. When he saw that it was Zhan Xi, Gu Xinchi breathed a sigh of relief, stroking his chest and saying, "Sister, are you trying to scare me to death?"
He is twenty-one years old and a junior at a local university. If there is nothing to do at school, he will go home on Friday afternoon to spend the weekend.
Zhan Xi laughed loudly, Luo Jingyu looked at the young couple with a half-smile, Yue Er tilted her head and asked, "Uncle Xiao Chi, is this your girlfriend?"
The girl next to Gu Xinchi was so panicked that she didn't know what to do, and Gu Xinchi was about to collapse.
“W-what? Don’t talk nonsense! How old are you?” His face flushed red and he kept waving his hands at them, “Please, please, just go home! Um, um… Don’t, don’t tell my parents!”
In front of the girl he secretly loves, Gu Xinchi turns from a talkative boy into a young man who stutters easily.
As they took the elevator upstairs, Luo Jingyu was still thinking about what happened before, and found it very interesting. When he bought Room 1504, Gu Xinchi was only eight years old, about the same age as Yue'er is now. It seemed like in the blink of an eye, the short little boy in Room 1501 had grown into a tall and strong young man, and he was old enough to find a partner!
They arrived at the fifteenth floor. The three of them opened the door and went into the house. After queuing up to wash their hands, Luo Jingyu put on an apron and cooked dinner in the kitchen. Zhan Xi prepared cat litter and cat food for Liwu, and let his daughter go to the children's room to do her homework by herself.
Luo Yueer hesitated for a while, then asked her eagerly: "Mom, can I play with the iPad for a while after I finish my homework?"
"You can play for half an hour." Zhan Xi tapped her little nose, "Go quickly and write neatly."
"I know! Mom, I love you!" After getting her mother's promise, Yue'er picked up her schoolbag and went into the room contentedly.
Zhan Xi had just cleaned the cat litter box when his cell phone rang. It was Zhan Jie calling.
She picked up the phone: "Hello, brother."
"Are you back from your business trip?" asked Zhan Jie.
"Yes, I came back this morning." Zhan Xi asked, "What happened?"
Zhan Jie: "Nothing, your birthday is next Monday, right? I'm going to see Weiwei this Sunday, and I want to bring him to your place for dinner, just as if it were a birthday celebration for you a day in advance. Is it convenient for you and Xiao Luo?"
"It's convenient, you guys can come." Zhan Xi asked, "Is Sister Shen coming?"
"She may not. She's been busy lately."
Zhan Jie and Shen Yi have been together for almost ten years. They are not married and do not live together. This is a way of getting along that Chi Guilan cannot understand. The old lady used to complain about it in the early years, but no one paid attention to her. Now she is almost seventy years old and is too angry. She is too lazy to talk to Zhan Jie when she sees him.
Weiwei is almost eighteen years old. He is a senior high school student with a busy schedule. He lives on campus during the week and goes home on weekends. He meets with Zhanjie once a month and has dinner together.
Weiwei didn't tell Zhanjie much about his mother's recent situation, just like he wouldn't tell Qin Fei about Zhanjie's recent situation. He was not a talkative child. However, Weiwei would tell Zhanxi because he knew that his aunt and mother had been in contact.
Qin Fei remarried at the age of 36. Her second husband's surname was Feng, and he was also divorced and had no children with his ex-wife. After Qin Fei remarried him, she had another child, a daughter, who is now only six years old and in the last year of kindergarten.
Dr. Feng works in the hospital's laboratory department. Once, Luo Mingsong wanted to have a CT scan but couldn't get an appointment. Zhan Xi asked Qin Fei for help, and under Dr. Feng's arrangement, Luo Mingsong underwent an expedited CT scan.
When Zhan Xi accompanied her father-in-law to the hospital, she met Dr. Feng. Her first impression was that he was a slow-tempered man, not particularly good-looking or in good shape, but kind and smiling. He did not neglect Zhan Xi at all just because she was the sister of Qin Fei's ex-husband.
Qin Fei told Zhan Xi that she agreed to date Dr. Feng because she saw how he treated Weiwei, which was patient and sincere. He often took Weiwei to climb mountains and play football on his days off.
Over the years, even though they had their second baby, Dr. Feng's attitude toward Weiwei did not change. He never spoke harshly to the boy and always respected him very much. The two were very close, like friends.
When Zhan Kaiwei had conflicts with his mother during his rebellious adolescence, it was Dr. Feng who counselled the child. When Qin Fei was too busy with work, it was Dr. Feng who went to help Weiwei attend parent-teacher meetings.
The life of the family of four is plain and warm. Qin Fei has a bad temper, while Dr. Feng has a soft personality, and they rarely quarrel. Therefore, Weiwei's grades have always been good, and he even set a goal to study medicine.
…
Luo Jingyu prepared dinner, and Zhan Xi walked into the kitchen and brought out the dishes one by one: a large pot of fish head and tofu soup, as well as pepper and salt spare ribs, braised chicken wings, and fried celery with dried tofu.
The aroma drew Luo Yueer out of her room. The little girl leaned over the dining table and sniffed: "It smells so good! Mom, I'm hungry!"
"Go wash your hands and then it's time to eat." Zhan Xi rubbed her head.
Yue'er jumped into the bathroom to wash her hands. Luo Jingyu served the rice and brought a small soup bowl and a small spoon for her daughter. Every time she had fish head soup, the little one would drink three bowls.
The family of three sat around the dining table to eat dinner. Luo Jingyu signified to her daughter: When eating fish, be careful with the fish bones.
Compared with other children of the same age, Luo Yueer eats really fast and well. She learned to use chopsticks a long time ago. She can peel shrimps and spit out fish bones. She never leaves any rice left over and she also loves to eat vegetables.
"How do you think your father taught today?" Zhan Xi asked his daughter, "This is the first class that your father taught to your elementary school classmates. After we left, did the children say anything to you?"
Yue Er nodded: "Yes, they said my dad is so handsome and my mom is so beautiful!"
Zhan Xi: “…”
Luo Jingyu smiled and shook her head, then added another bowl of soup to her daughter's empty bowl, and was careful to skim off the chopped green onions that she didn't like to eat.
Zhan Xi asked again: "Do you get along well with the classmate named Fengfeng?"
"Fengfeng? Which Fengfeng?" Yue Er bit her chopsticks and thought for a while, "Cheng Yufeng? I haven't talked to him. It's not that I ignore him! It's him who ignores me. He ignores everyone and usually has no friends."
Yue Er took a sip of the fish soup and remembered something, "Ah, Cheng Yufeng doesn't have a father! Some classmates in the class bully him. We asked him to tell the teacher, but he ignored us."
Zhan Xi and Luo Jingyu looked at each other, Luo Jingyu nodded slightly, and Zhan Xi said to his daughter: "Did you know? Cheng Yufeng gave the greeting card to your father today."
"Ah?" Yue Er was stunned. "Why? My father is not his father!"
"I think... he seems to like your father very much." Zhan Xi chose his words carefully, "Yuer, if there is a chance in the future, you can invite Cheng Yufeng to our house as a guest and let dad make delicious food for you, how about it?"
"Sure." Luo Yue'er was very generous. "What if his mother doesn't agree?"
Zhan Xi said: "We will tell his mother on QQ, don't worry, I will send him home after dinner."
"Oh, okay." Yue Er asked, "Just call him? I have other good friends, and they have never come to my house to play."
Zhan Xi smiled and said, "Of course you can invite more people. Dad can also teach you how to make cakes and cookies at home."
"Great!" Luo Yue'er didn't understand her parents' thoughts yet, she just felt happy, "I love eating the cakes my dad makes the most!"
After dinner, Zhan Xi went to wash the dishes, and Luo Yueer was allowed to play with iPad on the sofa.
Luo Jingyu sat beside her, watching the little girl playing dress-up games with great enthusiasm - putting makeup on cartoon characters! Eyebrows, eye shadow, blush, lipstick... everything, paired with long blue hair, an extremely exaggerated golden puffy skirt, and red high heels, Luo Jingyu frowned.
Yue'er was not satisfied with putting makeup on the cartoon characters. She didn't notice her father peeping at her. She took a close-up selfie with her tablet as if she was in the middle of it, and opened the photo editing software to put makeup on herself.
The aesthetic was unbearable to look at. The eyelashes kept changing, from short to long, from sparse to dense, until they were covered on the eyes like two brushes, and Yue'er was satisfied.
Luo Jingyu covered her eyes and looked through her fingers at her daughter who was intoxicated by her beauty. She couldn't stand it anymore and got up and went to the kitchen.
He patted his wife's arm, Zhan Xi turned around, and said in sign language: Do you know the game that Yue'er played
Zhan Xi's hands were covered in foam, so he couldn't sign, so he could only speak: "I know, dress up as a princess, what's wrong?"
Luo Jingyu frowned and gestured: She is so vain at such a young age, is it okay
Zhan Xi laughed non-stop: "It's okay, it's normal for a little girl to love beauty. Did you forget that she put on makeup during the kindergarten graduation chorus? She refused to drink a sip of water because she was afraid that her lipstick would fall off."
Luo Jingyu thought for a while and gestured again: I think studying is more important.
Zhan Xi said, "Don't worry, I will guide her. By the way, I want to go dancing today. There is a Latin dance class at 7:30. Teacher Qiu said that I haven't been there for a while. I promised her that if I am not busy today, I will go dancing. It happens to be the weekend, you can take Yue Er out for a walk and let her stop playing with the tablet."
Luo Jingyu nodded to indicate ok. After Zhan Xi washed the dishes and changed into training clothes, she dragged her husband and daughter out.
She went to Qiufeng Art to dance, and Luo Jingyu took Yue'er to the fitness area in the community to play. Yue'er rode a scooter and slid around with the other children. After playing for half an hour, Luo Jingyu called her, holding her daughter in one hand and carrying the scooter in the other, and took her to the dance studio to pick up her mother.
Qiufeng Art is still in the same place, and the boss is still Teacher Qiu. But she is nearly 40 years old and no longer teaches hip-hop dance. She occasionally teaches Latin dance and modern dance, and also teaches yoga. Most of the dance teachers in the dance studio are young people in their twenties who are hired from outside.
Yue'er heard the music coming from the second floor when she was on the first floor. After following her father upstairs, she jumped in the corridor and looked into the dance studio through the glass. She found her mother in the second dance studio.
She put her little palms against the glass, turned to Luo Jingyu and shouted: "Dad, Mom is here!"
Luo Jingyu walked over slowly, stood beside her daughter and looked into the dance studio with her.
There were several ladies of all ages learning Latin dance. Luo Jingyu looked at his beloved wife among the students. She had a ponytail and wore a black training suit with a small skirt around her waist. When she twisted her hips, she held her head high and her chest puffed out, and the hem of her skirt swung up, making her look young and energetic.
Luo Yue'er imitated her mother and shook her butt in the corridor. Luo Jingyu looked at her with amusement. After a while, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and put his palm against the glass.
He still likes to feel the vibration and rhythm with his palms.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…
He recalled an incident that happened many years ago, when Yue'er was still a baby. Zhan Xi touched his little belly and said he wanted to lose weight, so he returned to Qiufeng Art to learn dancing again.
After dancing for a while, she indeed lost a lot of weight. When she was at home, she would turn on the music and practice a few times, with Luo Jingyu watching her dance beside her.
One day, Zhan Xi was sweating and panting after dancing, so he asked him using sign language: Xiaoyu, have you ever danced
How could Luo Jingyu have danced? He had never heard of music and shook his head honestly.
Zhan Xi walked over and took his hand: "Come, I'll teach you, let's dance the slow four."
Luo Jingyu refused to jump and waved her hands to escape, but was caught by Zhan Xi.
"Yu'er is asleep, it's just the two of us, don't be shy, I won't laugh at you." Zhan Xi was in high spirits, holding Luo Jingyu's hand and looking up at him, "The Thousand-armed Guanyin can dance, so you can do it too."
Luo Jingyu felt helpless and kept shaking her head.
"Just try it. How do you know if you don't try?" Zhan Xi tapped the back of his hand with his fingers to demonstrate the rhythm. After teaching him a few times, he said, "Just look at my lip shape and I'll call out the beat. Then just do the simplest dance."
She wrapped her arms around Luo Jingyu's neck and let him hug her waist. She shouted "one, two, three, four" and really taught him to dance.
Luo Jingyu stepped on her several times, sweating profusely, and wanted to give up countless times, but Zhan Xi never let go.
Later, their bodies were pressed together. Luo Jingyu focused on her lips. As her body swayed slowly, he actually found the rhythm and never stepped on her feet again.
Is this what dancing is
It was nothing like what he had imagined. It was not like he had never seen Huanhuan dance before.
But she said it was dancing, so let it be. Luo Jingyu swayed, and his heart gradually calmed down from the ups and downs. He memorized the simple rhythm, and finally even closed his eyes, and couldn't even remember when he kissed her...
The vibration under her palm suddenly disappeared. Luo Jingyu's eyelashes trembled and she came to her senses. It turned out that the class in the dance studio was over.
Zhan Xi wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, put on his coat and walked out. Yue Er rushed over to him, "Mom, we're here to pick you up!"
Zhan Xi hugged her.
Luo Jingyu stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking at them. Zhan Xi looked up and smiled at him: I'm done dancing, it feels so good, let's go home!
He then walked over, gently took her hand, and nodded.
After entering the residential area, Luo Jingyu returned the scooter to Yue'er. Yue'er couldn't wait to get on the scooter and swished ahead, with her two little braids flying.
Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi walked slowly hand in hand. Yue'er skated for a while and turned back to call out, "Mom and Dad, hurry up! I want to pee!"
Zhan Xi laughed, dragged Luo Jingyu a few quick steps, and caught up with his daughter.
After returning home, the mother and daughter took a shower first. Zhan Xi helped his daughter put on her clothes and pushed her out of the bathroom: "Go, go find your dad to blow dry your hair."
"Oh." Yue'er ran out, and soon the sound of a hair dryer was heard in the living room.
After taking a shower, Zhan Xi changed into pajamas, yawned, and looked at the time. It was already 9:40. He said to Luo Jingyu in sign language: I want to sleep. I only slept for more than four hours last night. I am so sleepy. Aren’t you sleepy
Luo Jingyu answered in sign language: You go to sleep, leave Yue'er to me, I will sleep after she falls asleep.
Zhan Xi went back to his room to sleep without any worries. Luo Jingyu asked his daughter to brush her teeth and watched her get into bed. He leaned on the side of her bed and patted her gently through the quilt. Yue'er said "good night" to her father, closed her eyes and fell asleep soon after.
After she fell asleep, Luo Jingyu turned off the desk lamp, left the children's room and closed the door.
It was very strange. He had only slept for more than four hours the night before, but he was not sleepy at the moment. He just didn't know what to do.
Standing in the living room, he looked around in a daze, and his eyes finally fixed on a group of photos on the wall.
There were more than twenty photos of various sizes, each of which was carefully selected by him and Zhan Xi, and was a microcosm of their eleven years of life together.
There were photos of them at the beach when they were in love, their wedding photos, Yue'er's hundred-day photos, a family photo taken at a photo studio, parent-child photos taken when they took Yue'er out for a trip, and a cute photo of Yue'er poking her head out of the tree house... That was the wooden tree house that Luo Jingyu had built by herself in the townhouse, and when it was completed, Zhan Xi was shocked.
In one wedding photo, they were not wearing wedding dresses and suits, but Hanfu.
That was Luo Jingyu’s first time wearing Hanfu and also her first time putting on makeup.
These were all Huanhuan's ideas.
He was wearing a black Ming Dynasty Hanfu suit. It was not the elegant style, but was picked by Huanhuan. It was finely made, simple and elegant, and made him look heroic and unrestrained.
When he looked in the mirror, he was startled by the slightly heavier foundation and eye shadow, but the photo turned out to be harmonious at all - he looked like a knight in a bamboo forest, with bangs pressing down his eyebrows, thin lips tightly pursed, and eyes staring deeply at the woman in white beside him, and she was smiling sweetly at him.
Luo Jingyu looked at the photo wall for a long time before moving away. He turned off all the lights, sat on the sofa, turned on the whale floor lamp beside the sofa, and turned on the TV with the remote control.
When Gift saw him, she jumped onto the sofa and nestled obediently in his lap.
The old cat's movements were not as agile as before, and its temperament became more docile. Luo Jingyu touched its white fur, and Liwu yawned on his legs.
The only light in the living room was the warm yellow light from the whale lamp. Luo Jingyu was shrouded in the halo, facing the TV in a relaxed posture.
The TV was a smart model, and he pressed the buttons skillfully. Soon, a video appeared on the TV. He played it in full screen, with the opening accompanied by frames of pictures. The soundtrack was said to be a lively song, but unfortunately, he couldn't hear it.
The main film started, with various close-ups of lawns, flowers, green trees, ponds, and squirrels occasionally running across tree trunks... There was also a small stage, neatly arranged chairs tied with ribbons, colorful balloons, and an exquisite and sumptuous pastry table...
As Luo Jingyu looked at these images, her memory involuntarily went back to that day.
It was the day of his and Huanhuan's wedding. The weather was particularly good. The sky was so blue with white clouds floating in the air. He seemed to be able to recall the fresh air and the sweet scent of flowers in the air.
After the close-up, the camera switched and six people appeared on the screen.
On the left are three young men, wearing the same light gray suits, white shirts and red ties; on the right are three girls, wearing light pink and purple dresses, each of them looking at the camera with a smile.
The leading man was muscular and had a rough temperament. He said, "Hi, today is November 11, 20xx. This is the wedding of Mr. Luo Jingyu and Ms. Zhan Xi. We are the most handsome groomsmen in history! Let me introduce you, Pi Zhixia, and these two are Yue Qi and Zhong Peng."
His words were all subtitled, as were the rest of his sentences.
Yue Qi and Zhong Peng looked somewhat uncomfortable, and waved at the camera with the corners of their mouths pulled, as if they were forced to do the job.
Then the girls spoke. The first girl had long burgundy curly hair and said with a smile, "We are the bridesmaids. I'm Luo Xinran."
The other two girls continued:
"I'm Zhao Qingqing."
"I'm Yao Ying, hello groom, it's our first meeting!"
Luo Xinran: "This film is a wedding gift from our best man and bridesmaid group to Mr. Luo and Miss Zhan. I hope you like it! Let me start."
She paused and continued, "I have known Miss Zhan for more than seven years. In my eyes, Miss Zhan is a very lovely person. When I was a freshman, she and I almost broke up. She looked so pitiful at the time, and I was soft-hearted and didn't bother with her. I thought she was just a coward and a softie. Later, as I got to know her more and more, I realized that I had misjudged her, especially when Miss Zhan went to great lengths to attend classes at the School of Communication and didn't ask her family for a penny more. I really looked at her with new eyes and knew that this girl was definitely not simple."
Zhao Qingqing continued, "Mr. Luo, you've found a treasure by marrying our little Xier! Look, she's pretty, smart, gentle, and not pretentious at all. Tell me, does she have any flaws? No! Not even a single flaw!"
Yao Ying took Zhao Qingqing's arm and said, "So, Mr. Luo, if you dare to treat Zhan Xi badly, we will not forgive you!"
The three girls giggled for a while, and Luo Jingyu on the sofa also started laughing.
Pipixia took over the conversation and patted Yue Qi on the shoulder: "Okay, now please let Mr. Yue Qi, the best man, speak."
Yue Qi glanced at Zhong Peng, and Zhong Peng gestured to him to speak boldly. Yue Qi then calmly started to sign in, and the screen was still filled with subtitles.
His expression was always indifferent: Luo and I were classmates in high school. We were not familiar with each other when we were in school. To be honest, I didn't think much of him at that time because his grades were so bad. I even thought he had an IQ problem.
Every time she saw this, Luo Jingyu couldn't help laughing out loud, raising her hands to cover her face and shaking her head in self-mockery.
Yue Qi was still gesturing: Later, I heard that he was doing well, so I thought he was really lucky. I envied him and was a little jealous. I didn't expect that he would remember me and be willing to provide me with a job. In the past two years, he and I have become good friends and brothers. I am very grateful for his help. Now I have a girlfriend and am saving money to buy a house. I finally know that his success is not due to luck. He really works harder than anyone else. Zhan, please treat Luo well. He is a good man and worthy of your lifelong trust. Zhong and I wish you a happy wedding, never leave each other, and live happily together for a lifetime.
Luo Jingyu was so focused that he didn't notice the door of the children's room opened and a little person in a cartoon nightgown walked out. He didn't notice it until she came to the sofa.
Yue'er climbed onto the sofa with her long hair loose and her eyes squinted. The gift was disturbed by the noise of the children. Luo Jingyu saw that her daughter was thinly dressed, so she quickly grabbed a blanket to wrap her up and held her in her arms again.
He asked in sign language: "Baby, why are you up? Is the TV too loud? Did it wake you up?"
Yue'er shook her head and answered in sign language: I just went to pee, Dad, what are you looking at
Luo Jingyu pointed at the screen, and Yue Er puffed up her cheeks and sighed: Why are you watching the movie from your wedding with your mom again? Don't you get tired of watching it
It is indeed a never-boring sight, no matter how many times you watch it, a thousand or ten thousand times.
Luo Jingyu pinched her chubby face and asked: Do you want to watch it with daddy, or go to bed
Let's watch it together. Yue'er smiled sweetly, her hands moved skillfully, I haven't watched it for a long time, Dad, I'll accompany you.
Luo Jingyu hugged her tighter, and under the warm light, the father and daughter snuggled together and watched TV together.