C7

"Grandmother." Yan Chuyang placed an orange stalk in front of the mausoleum, squatted down, and touched the cold tombstone with a benevolent picture of an old man stuck in the center. He smiled and said, "I'm getting married."

The mausoleum garden was quiet, only the sound of the wind could be heard.

"Do you know who you're married to?" Yan Chuyang was full of smiles, he was silent for a while, then shook his head, "I don't think you can guess it at all."

"Fine." The boy shrugged, "I won't keep you in suspense. I'm going to marry Wei Qing."

"Wei Qing, you're not too familiar with this name, right? I'll tell you, he's the one who donates anonymously to our family every month. "

"Your monthly medical fees and my annual college tuition are all donated by this person, but …"

Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking of something funny, he shook his head and said, "But if you see him, you definitely won't believe that person is a good person who donated money to us, because he looks too much like a mean bad boss with a straight face."

"But I know he's kind." Yan Chuyang smiled warmly with his eyes, "If it wasn't for him, you probably wouldn't have been able to complete that operation eight years ago. I wouldn't have been so fortunate to be able to accompany you for another six or seven years."

"He's actually quite good." Yan Chuyang turned around and sat against the tombstone, and said with a smile that was not a smile, "The reason why I approached him at the beginning was to thank him, to repay him, but the more I know about him, the more I like him. You don't know, he is very handsome, very good-looking. "He's very much like a proud little prince."

"Actually, I saw him when I was twelve. I hid it from you and sneaked over to the address written on the donation slip."

At that time, he was standing at the door, feeding bread to a stray cat. I still remember how he looked back at me, his eyes were cold and indifferent, making people feel that he was very heartless, but what he did was very cute. He threw the bread to me and said, "Hey, little kid, I'm going to school, help me feed this cat."

"Hai." Yan Chuyang shook his head, "I forgot to feed that cat. It's all his fault. He was so good-looking. I was just staring at him."

The boy was stunned for a moment before suddenly saying, "But, the reason I like him is definitely not because he is good-looking." Yan Chuyangqiang said, "I did it because he was kind."

"So …" "That's why I have to repay him. I want to become a very outstanding person, a person worthy of his love. Then I want to be with him."

"Grandmother, now is the time. I want to marry him. We will spend a long time together, so you must protect me while you are in the sky. Make him fall in love with me faster, just like that …" Yan Chuyang squinted his eyes, and just like how he used to joke with the old man, he said with a smile, "Just like that. I love you so much that I can't stop myself from loving you to the point that you can't leave me alone."

"You will bless me, won't you?" Yan Chuyang turned around and looked at the kind smile on the tombstone.

The wind was very light, so no one replied. However, he always felt that when he saw that benevolent old man standing in front of him, he smiled and said, "Sure, anything my grandson says will be the truth."

"Bang, bang, bang."

A crisp knock on the door woke the sleeping figure on the bed.

Yan Chuyang impatiently pulled down his hair, closed his eyes and rolled over, then covered his ears with the blanket and went back to sleep.

Today he had lied to the professor that he was not feeling well, that he had a good biological clock, that he had few college classes, and that most of his morning classes were off, so sleeping until nine o'clock was the lowest form of respect for the bed.

Last night, due to the extreme excitement of getting married to Wei Qing right away, he had not slept for the first time in nineteen years.

So this morning, as expected, I couldn't get up.

There was no response. The person outside the door continued knocking.

bang bang bang *

"Bang, bang, bang."

Finally, Yan Chuyang couldn't take it anymore and kicked the blanket away and shouted, "Who is it!"

The person outside was silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice: "Wei Qing."

Wei Qing? Yan Chuyang stared at the ceiling and reacted for a moment. Who is Wei Qing?

Wei Qing!

Her husband is here!

Yan Chuyang jumped up from the bed like a carp as he was really scared out of his wits. He quickly found the slippers under the bed and put them on before running to the door to open it.

"You're here." Yan Chuyang looked at the person in front of him with a silly smile.

Wei Qing looked at the teenager in front of him.

It was obvious that he had just woken up. His hair was messy, and his pitch-black eyes were filled with steam as if he had just yawned. His face was filled with laziness.

Wear...

"You like gourds." Wei Qing asked in a deep voice as he stared at the calabash brothers printed on the boy's white cotton pajamas.

"Ah, that." Yan Chuyang was confused, he scratched the back of his head and stammered after a long while, "Th-didn't they beat the snake spirit? It's pretty good, so …"

F * ck, Yan Chuyang wanted to slap himself, what the hell is he talking about?!

Snake spirit?

Looks like he really had to take out the money to take a look at this syndrome!

Wei Qing nodded. He didn't show any disdain and said seriously: "Don't you want me to go in?"

Yan Chuyang reacted and turned his body sideways: "Come in, come in."

Wei Qing walked into the small house that was more than 20 square meters.

To be honest, he felt like he was entering his own bathroom.

Their bathroom had to be more than twenty square meters.

"Please take a seat." Yan Chuyang pointed at his couch.

The sort of extremely soft, single person would sink into the sofa once they sat down.

Wei Qing glanced at it and did not sit down. He felt that the price had dropped.