Jiang Zhixun was sent back to the dormitory by Shen Qingqing to rest.
Lying on the single bed, surrounded by a sweet scent.
The quilt and pillow... all were imbued with a fragrance, just like Shen Qingqing’s.
The pink and tender bed sheets, quilt covers, and pillows were quite mismatched with Jiang Zhixun’s cold and hard temperant.
But as a married man, lying in such soft colors, there was an eerie harmony.
Jiang Zhixun wasn’t sleepy at first, yet in this atmosphere, he fell asleep quickly.
Hugging a pillow in his arms, as if hugging Shen Qingqing.
Slept with utmost peace.
Four o’clock.
Set off on ti to the photo studio to pick up the photos.
They went to the suburbs themselves to take them; both the scenery and people were beautiful, and the photographer wanted to buy a couple of them at a high price to display in his shop to attract custors.
Jiang Zhixun disagreed.
He wanted to bring them ho as treasures, not missing a single one!
Paid the money and left with the photos.
Shen Qingqing finished the last class, brought out the sweets from beneath the desk, and asked the class committee to help distribute them.
Voices of excitent ca from the classroom, "Teacher Shen, wish you many children soon!"
"A harmonious union for a hundred years!"
"Grow old together!"
"..."
Shen Qingqing thanked them one by one, smilingly said, "Have a great weekend, everyone."
Holding textbooks, she left the classroom.
The noise hadn’t stopped.
Though they knew long ago that Teacher Shen was seeing soone, her sudden marriage was surprising to everyone.
When Shen Qingqing first got the job, so male classmates even confessed to her.
Now they were like they were heartbroken.
For a woman colleague who gets married, there’s truly no chance of pursuit...
As Shen Qingqing left the classroom, her gaze was drawn to the tall figure.
The man originally facing the flowerbed turned his head, waved to her, and snapped his fingers cheekily.
In a flash, unfamiliar images burst into Shen Qingqing’s mind.
Dark night, dim street lights.
The sa tall figure made this gesture towards her.
The images overlapped, the protagonist being the sa person.
It was Jiang Zhixun.
Though her illness was cured, the lost mories hadn’t returned.
Shen Qingqing wasn’t sure if they were her illusions or past reality.
While she was dazed, Jiang Zhixun had already walked over.
"What’s wrong? Not feeling well?" He lowered his head, with worry in his deep eyes.
"I’m fine."
The man obviously breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Qingqing asked, "Were you like this before?"
While speaking, she snapped her fingers.
Despite the abruptness of her words, Jiang Zhixun understood her aning.
"Occasionally, to catch your attention."
Also wanted to tease her emotions, so Qingqing would beco vivid and lively for him.
Shen Qingqing opened her mouth, not knowing where to start.
A bit upset, "Amnesia is quite troubleso."
Jiang Zhixun instantly shed his casual deanor, urgently asked, "What’s wrong, have you forgotten sothing again?"
Having been forgotten once by Shen Qingqing, Jiang Zhixun knew how painful it was.
He also knew how confused and uneasy she felt.
He didn’t want Shen Qingqing to fall ill again.
He absolutely didn’t want that!
Seeing him so anxious, Shen Qingqing didn’t have the heart to keep him hanging.
If she didn’t clarify, Jiang Zhixun might take her to the hospital for a check-up.
Described the fleeting images.
"I always felt that person was you."
She finally recalled a bit of past events, Jiang Zhixun was delighted, yet sowhat afraid.
After all, during that ti, he was indeed a bit of a jerk.
Forced himself to stay calm, even if Qingqing rembered, it didn’t matter, he would perform well and not make her think of leaving.
Unnoticeably exhaled a breath.
Jiang Zhixun’s gaze turned teasing, "I said so, back then you really were peeking at ."
"Peeking" made Shen Qingqing’s face turn red with embarrassnt.
"You’re talking nonsense."
Jiang Zhixun: "How am I talking nonsense? If you don’t believe , I’ll take you to revisit those places, see if you can rember."
Shen Qingqing snorted, "No visit, it’s not sothing good anyway."
Though she hadn’t recalled the details, she already understood the major events and could piece together the situation at the ti.
Jiang Zhixun touched his nose, "The present is not the past ."
He acted calm but the unease in his eyes was unmistakable.
Shen Qingqing quietly hooked Jiang Zhixun’s fingers, but kept a serious face, eyes straight ahead.
"If you were the old you, I wouldn’t be dating you."
If no dating, then there wouldn’t be the present registering of marriage.
The suspended heart slowly returned to its place, Jiang Zhixun firmly held Shen Qingqing’s hand.
Very tightly.
Didn’t say anything, just quietly walked forward.
First went back to the dormitory.
Saw Shen Qingqing packing a couple of books, Jiang Zhixun put on a bitter face, "Teacher Shen, still working during the marriage leave?"
Shen Qingqing: "With nothing to do, you can read; idling is just idling."
Jiang Zhixun’s tone was gloomy, "Only seven days of leave."
"Seven days, there surely will be so free ti, right?"
They weren’t holding a wedding, except for hosting friends and family in three days, there wasn’t much to handle, Shen Qingqing felt that seven days of leave was quite long.
Neatly packed the books, "Let’s go ho."
Jiang Zhixun could only let her, bringing books, reading them or not was another matter.
When they arrived at the compound, Madam Jiang had already prepared the al, waiting at the door for them.
Shen Qingqing felt flattered, thinking Madam Jiang was overreacting.
After all, it wasn’t the first visit...
Madam Jiang eagerly asked, "Did you get the certificates, no hiccups, right?"
Shen Qingqing nodded, "Got them, they’re with Jiang Zhixun."
Madam Jiang said, "Quick, let see."
"We’ll look at them when we get ho."
Madam Jiang: "I’ll look while walking."
Jiang Zhixun helplessly said, "Are we going to deceive you?"
Got a glare, "So slow!"
Jiang Zhixun had to take out the marriage certificate.
Seeing him carrying a bag with the photo studio’s na written on it.
Asked, "Photos retrieved?"
The day they took photos, Madam Jiang even went to join the fun, "Let see quickly."
Jiang Zhixun beca more helpless and rubbed his temples, "We’ll look at them inside."
Inside, the cold dishes were already on the table, with other dishes being kept warm in the pot.
Seeing a cake, Shen Qingqing instinctively asked, "Is today soone’s birthday?"
Madam Jiang waved it off, "Bought for you both, getting the certificate is a big day, should have sothing sweet and blissful."
She then added, "It was the old man’s idea and his money."
Shen Qingqing felt touched.
These few years, the old man paid and worried for them, truly endured a lot.
Didn’t see him, "Probably went for a walk outside, I’ll go find Grandpa."
Jiang Zhixun held Shen Qingqing’s hand, "I’ll go."
Gave her the book bag, "Put the things back in the room."
"Okay."
Photos remained downstairs for the elders to see.
Shen Qingqing took the marriage certificate and other things upstairs.
Hadn’t returned for a few days and found the wedding room changed again, with large red celebratory characters stuck, and red base photos of her and Jiang Zhixun hanging on the walls.
Also paired daily necessities.
Cups, slippers...
Opened the wardrobe, indeed Jiang Zhixun’s clothes had been moved over.
There were a few new clothes she hadn’t seen before, yet they were her size.
Prepared for her.
The clothes of the two occupied each side, yet tightly hung in one closet.
So intimate.
So ambiguous.
Shen Qingqing increasingly felt the reality, she and Jiang Zhixun were truly married.
For the future, they would eat and sleep together, living like ordinary couples!
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