At noon, Zhuang Jingyan made a turtle pot.

It has some strong medicinal fragrance - all of them are very nourishing Chinese medicine, so I think it took some effort.

Gu Xuewen was not in good health when the end of the year was approaching, so he went to rest after dinner. Zhuang Jingyan was still chatting with them and passing the winter afternoon.

"I think I haven't prepared many betrothal gifts yet. I don't know what your customs are. What should I pay attention to?" Hosran remembered that the little soldiers in the guard said that in some places, the bride price for marrying a daughter should be collected very heavily, otherwise it would be disrespect to the woman's parents.

Zhuang Jingyan smiled and waved her hand: "What else do you need to prepare? The house, the car belongs to you, and the people are originally yours. Parents like us who became monks halfway through are not qualified to say anything. As long as Tongtong is happy and willing...

"Mom." Lin Yitong put her hand covering the hot teacup and held her, not allowing her to say that.

"If you talk seriously, I'm afraid you two are taboos," Zhuang Jingyan smiled and looked up at the top of the cabinet. The photo of the handsome young man, "After all, we are Jing Sheng's parents, and we have nothing to do with you. When you were young, you had so many holidays with Jing Sheng..." She stroked the hands of the two of them shook the table, and said with a smile, "People say that the middle-aged old man who lost his son is somewhat tainted with some bad luck. I want me to go over and live with you. You two don't have their own children yet, so you are not afraid that our bad luck will affect you..."

"Mom," her little face tightened, and she straightened her back and pretended to behave, "If you want to say this again, I will not marry."

Huo Siran, who had been silent on the side, finally spoke after pondering: "I don't think there is anything wrong with Jing Sheng's death. On the contrary, it is very glorious and worth it. Even if you ask for a similar spiritual position in your new home, I have no objection."

Zhuang Jingyan pointed at him and smiled and said to Lin Yitong: "Haha, look, you still say that he doesn't understand the worldly ways. He started to learn to please his mother-in-law before he got married..."

Hosran pondered for a moment and said softly: "No."

There are some things that he doesn't please.

"I say this, not only because of Tongtong, but also because of my friendship with Jing Sheng. Wangchuan's daughter is with me, and I am also responsible for your later years. I don't think you will think of Jing Sheng less and less as you get older. On the contrary, there may be more and more, but at least, I will let him see that you are doing well. When you miss me, someone understands that you can be with you."

Zhuang Jingyan's eyes became wet as she listened. This occasion was not suitable, but she couldn't control it.

"Old woman...Old woman..." Gu Xuewen called her from the side.

"Hey, I'm here," Zhuang Jingyan wiped her tears and stood up with a bright smile, "You guys sit for a while, I'll go and take a look at him."

After she left, the tiny man in his arms gently hit his chest with his elbow, and turned his face, which was flushed by the heat, and teased him: "Why, aren't you jealous now?"

Once upon a time, he was jealous and furious.

"If I really meet someone who dares to covet you, I will still eat it," Huo Siran finally tightened his arms and hugged her to himself with confidence, gently stroked her slightly cold face, and said in a low voice, "But there is no need for Jing Sheng. Because I should have thought that in your hearts and me, Jing Sheng's position should be the same."

"Is that?" she smiled sweetly, trying to see if he was right, "Where is he?"

Hosran's clear and handsome eyebrows were pressed down, his sexy thin lips covered her soft lips, and his low voice came out of his chest and lungs: "...family..."

His position, Huo Ye's position, was placed there forever.

If he knew that they were together and were going to get married, would he be happy? Will he bless him?

Yes...

Lin Yitong thought sweetly.

And lying on the side - Gu Xuewen didn't know what he said, making his wife, who was almost fifty, smiled, as bright as a flower. Zhuang Jingyan said: "I'm serious, it's the first time I think life is good and has a bright future. I always think that we will live alone. Now I suddenly feel that no matter how long we live, there will be someone to accompany us, and someone is thinking about it as a biological parent. This feeling is very good...

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It’s less than 72 hours since the wedding date.

The air seemed to be filled with a scent of joy. The fog really began to dissipate in the afternoon. When I arrived at the entrance of the studio, Xiaolou was smiling brightly, jumping and waving violently at them.

...

With a "bang", Xiaolou closed the album and looked at the two people who were in a difficult position to take photos. He held his cheeks, sighed, and became worried.

The girl in the studio was registering the wedding list that was approaching the end of the year. When she heard Xiaolou sigh, she couldn't help but be stunned: "What's wrong?"

Xiaolou was full of grievances: "My doctor Lin is so pitiful. Look, she actually found a husband who doesn't know how to laugh!"

Can't laugh?

The girl in the studio couldn't help but blinked and glanced over—

To be honest, when Hosran was wearing that black suit, he was so grand that the audience was shocked. The girls in the entire studio were shocked. Never saw anyone wearing a suit so straight and stretched, domineering. Coupled with his natural transcendent temperament, even the photographer was stunned for a long time, and he didn't think that his small lens could accommodate such a man.

"He doesn't know how to laugh!" Xiaolou jumped off the chair, his eyebrows twisted into a knot, and he jumped up and down, "But wedding photos are about love! Joy! Sweet! No matter whether it is youthful, cute, sexy, or ancient costume style, they are not suitable for my head!! Because the photos are too fake, the wedding photos are too fake, my head can't pretend!! He can indeed laugh, but he doesn't smile like him, and he can't be evil, my head is too upright!!"

"Do you understand? Can you understand what I mean? That's why your photographer will slash your ears and heads and jump up and down, but you just can't tell what's wrong!!"

So, what should I do???

The girl in the studio stared at the girl jumping up and down. Seeing that she was so entangled that she bit her lips tightly, she was helpless and had no choice but to scratch her head and said, "That, the bride is pretty."

Of course the bride is beautiful! Xiaolou screams in his heart!

But she just couldn't figure out what was wrong...

After spreading out the photo album again, thinking for a long time, her eyes fixed on the straight and stretched suit. A ray of light suddenly flashed through Xiaolou's eyes. Thinking of the scene of the actual military exercise with F countries that she had seen on the news, her eyes became brighter and brighter...

The phone vibrates.

Huo Siran, who was working hard to make a pose but couldn't do it right, straightened up, took out his cell phone and looked at the number, stroked the head of the person in his arms, and said softly: "I'll answer a call."

Lin Yitong nodded.

"Hello?"

"Sran Where are you now?" Lu Qing's tone was a little serious and tense on the other end of the phone.

"Photo studio."

"Take wedding photos?" The smile on Lu Qing's face only lasted for a second before disappearing, "I think you have to come out and go to the abandoned factory in Xishan. You should know that there is a labor renovation site here, and something happened in the prison-"

"Yun Fei is out of prison." He finished short and serious.

"She is now fleeing and arrested. She is trapped on a half-constructed elevated road and refuses to come down. She jumps down and commits suicide whenever she approaches her. She is in a stalemate. Siran, do you want to come and deal with it?"

suicide.

Yun Fei is going to commit suicide.

This is wrong.

According to Yun Fei's personality, she is definitely a person who is afraid of death. If Huo Siran shows mercy, she will only show mercy on Yun Fei. She is too simple and cruel, and she is too stolen to use, but at least she is clear about love and hate. She should know that escaping from prison will not succeed and will only increase the punishment. Lifeless people will be less than 20 years after their sentences are reduced. If she has hope, how can she commit suicide?

"I have no way to get over." Hosran refused.

"Sran..." Lu Qing frowned.

"These things are not as important as weddings," he explained, staring at the person who was absent-mindedly putting on makeup. "I owe her the previous wedding, and this time I will give her the most perfect thing. So you can handle this. Do you still remember what I told you yesterday? You will handle it."

yesterday?

Lu Qing frowned and thought about what he said to him yesterday, and his mind started to think about it in a flash.

"I understand." He said with a faint smile and hung up the phone.

The cold wind rushes across the middle of the abandoned factory in Xishan, making people shaking on the elevated road. Lu Qing pushes away the prison guards and military people and walks in, looks at the other end of the shelf, and slims with his hands on the iron railing, Yun Fei, who is crying with tears on her face, walks over and stops with her sharp sound of drinking.

He raised his hand and said that he would not get close. He smiled, pale and helpless, and said in a low voice: "Yun Fei. Your mother is crazy."

Yun Fei, who was crying heartbrokenly, was stunned, and her tears and snot were left on her face in shock.

"No matter how much grievance you have suffered, how cruel and inhumane sin you have suffered in prison, you can't stay there. Now your mother is crazy, would you like to see her again?"

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Chapter completed!