Tang Yuanshan realized that his emotions were not right, and smiled apologetically, "Although so many years have passed, it is still hard to accept when I think of it. Don't mind Nuan Nuan."
"Don't say that, uncle."
For his uncle, Fu Nuan only knew that he was the adopted son of his grandfather, his mother's brother, and he was not related by blood.
As for the feelings of uncle for mother, Fu Nuan is not very clear, now it seems...
When the long-awaited reunion, the topic that can be said is nothing more than the recent situation or the past.
For them, the past is too heavy, they can only talk about the present.
"Nuan Nuan, are you happy after getting married?"
She nodded and smiled happily.
"He treats me very well and I am very happy."
Tang Yuanshan nodded in relief, and Tang Yao saw the woman's bright smile, as if he had been stabbed in his heart by something.
When she knows everything, will she show such a bright smile
Such a beautiful woman, will her happiness and happiness be ruined by past grudges
He dared not think anymore.
…
Back at the villa, Rong Yu sat at the dining table and waited for her. The dishes were already served, and they presented a nice look according to the size of the plate.
Sometimes she really feels that the details are to the extreme, especially for things that she thinks are not important, such as the unsightly presentation.
Probably severe obsessive-compulsive disorder
"I'm hungry."
Obviously his tone was indifferent, but she heard a kind of grievances from a child who hadn't eaten snacks.
"Have you waited a long time?"
"No." The man denied, "Just finished the work."
Fu Nuan pouted, Professor Rong, just pretend.
She walked behind him, put her hands on the man's shoulders, squeezed his shoulders for him, very doglegs, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty has everything to do, it is really hard work, and the concubines are deeply apprehensive, willing to share the worries for the king."
I thought this servant would reward her with indifference in a serious manner, but he didn't expect that he actually grabbed her hand and moved into his arms.
The woman's center of gravity was unstable and fell into this man's arms.
"Share the worries for me? Then Concubine Ai will continue to wait for bed tonight."
what
She petrified on the spot!
When did Rong Yu learn to pick up this kind of "play fine" stalk
Incredible!
At this time, the servant came out carrying the soup and saw the scene of his husband and his wife being so affectionate and harmonious. He lowered his head and giggled, put the soup on the table, blushing and walked away.
The husband and wife have a good relationship, as everyone knows, but such scenes are still rarely seen in an'righteous' view!
"You quickly let go! I was seen by someone..."
"Why, Concubine Ai is shy?"
Fu Nuan couldn't laugh or cry, and reached out to push him.
Fortunately, he just kissed the corner of her lips and did not continue his restless behavior, but—
"Eat first and wait for bed at night."
she was:"… "
Will he really be tired after tossing around for three days? Her waist is still sore!
…
At night, lying on the man's chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat.
Rong Yu curled her hair with her fingertips in a gentle motion.
"I saw my uncle today..."
Fu Nuan's voice was muffled.
Rong Yu touched the back of her head, "Isn't happy after seeing it?"
She sighed faintly: "Uncle is much older than him in memory..."
"People will grow old, so will you and me. This is the law of nature."
"I understand... It's just a little emotional."
The woman paused, and then said, "Uncle came back specially for the anniversary of her mother's death. He will visit her mother's grave every year on this day."
Rong Yu's hands on her waist deepened a bit, her eyes darkened, "When is your mother's death date?"
"Just tomorrow."
In the next few seconds, without hearing Rong Yu's response, Fu Nuan suddenly remembered something, raised her head to look at him, and explained: "Ah, I haven't had time to tell you..."
"stupid."
Rong Yu rubbed her hair with a soft voice: "You are my wife, and I will accompany you to worship the dead mother every year from now on."
At this moment, the dim light shone on his face, tenderly lingering.
…
The next morning.
The sky was pattering with a light rain.
The car parked in the cemetery in the western suburbs, where her mother lay forever.
Rong Yu wears a pure black suit and a straight figure, while Fu Nuan wears a black dress and only a pair of humble pearl earrings to show solemnity.
She stood beside him, taking the man's arm, holding the bouquet for her mother in the other hand.
The man held the umbrella with one hand to prevent her from being exposed to rain, and his eyes never shifted from her for a moment.
After walking deep along the path for about seven or eight minutes, Fu Nuan stood still in front of a row of tombstones, "This is it."
Her mother's tombstone is in the middle of the row.
Tang Yuanshan and Tang Yao have arrived.
Tang Yuanshan squatted in front of the man's tombstone, his rough old palm gently rubbed the photo on the tombstone, tears in his smile.
"You are still so young, but I am old..."
Tang Yao stood behind his father and held an umbrella for him. Seeing the sad look on his father's face, he silently cast his eyes down without saying a word.
Fu Nuan's eyes were also slightly red, and she stood aside without interruption.
"Father, Nuan Nuan is here."
"Uncle, brother."
Tang Yuanshan raised his head and stood up tremblingly with the help of his son.
He noticed the husband next to Fu Nuan and took a closer look.
The appearance is extraordinary, and there is righteousness between his brows, and he feels relieved about Fu Nuan's future.
Even if something happens to the Fu family, the Rong family can guarantee her future.
"Uncle, he is Rongyu, my husband."
Rong and politely nodded in greeting: "Uncle."
Tang Yuanshan patted him on the shoulder, nodded and said "OK" repeatedly.
Fu Nuan squatted down and tied the young girl in front of his mother's tombstone.
"Mom, I came to see you."
The woman in the photo is about thirty years old, with a bright smile, while Fu Nuan has inherited her mother's beauty completely, at least seven to eight points similar.
She turned her head to look at Rong Yu, and pulled his sleeves, "You are too tall, squat down a little bit. Mom can't see you clearly."
Rong Yu leaned down beside her, but didn't forget to hold an umbrella for her.
"Mom, he is my husband. This is the first time I brought him to see you. He is very good to me."
Words can’t describe it well.
In short, after becoming Mrs. Rong, she experienced the warmth that she had never had before, and the warmth from her lover was different.
Tang Yao heard the choking in her voice, and wanted to step forward to comfort him. He just took a step and realized that there were other people beside her.
He said in a deep voice: "Aunt, don't worry, my father and I will take good care of Nuannuan."
Rong Yu squinted his eyes, and then cast a sideways glance at the man, dissatisfied with what he said.
His wife does not need other people's care.
Looking at the tombstone of Fu Nuan's mother, the man held his wife's hand tightly and made a promise: "I will respect and love her for the rest of my life, and protect her for the rest of my life."