Although following formal etiquette, both families have already acknowledged these two children’s futures. Even with your mother’s shrewdness and stubbornness, she has praised Yan Zisu, her future daughter-in-law, greatly. According to her, besides her own daughter Li Qiyi, Yan Zisu is the best match for her son. Of course, she doesn’t dare say this to outsiders, she’s only ntioned it once to her husband.
As for you, the son-in-law, Tau Yan is extrely satisfied. Whether in character or appearance, in their eyes you’ve reached a level beyond reproach. Moreover, your ticulous care for Yan Zisu makes this couple, both over fifty years old, feel genuinely at ease.
Ever since Yan Dongqing fell ill, the couple has been most worried and concerned about their daughter. In their eyes, although Yan Zisu is obedient and sensible, her character is too reclusive, without a single friend or even soone to speak to; they worry that once they pass away, Yan Zisu will be lonely and forsaken.
Now that everything has changed, with their hearts unburdened, Tau Yan’s smile has increased, making her seem quite younger than before.
Seeing you, Tau Yan said with a smile, "Mu Yun, Auntie cooked so sweet potatoes today, do you want to take so ho?"
"Sure."
You agreed without hesitation. The sweet potatoes at Tao Yan’s Ho are grown by herself, just nearby, on a piece of land that was originally barren. Since no one else is planting now, Tau Yan herself dug it up with a hoe, planting fruits and vegetables according to the seasons. Besides supplying her own family’s als, she even occasionally sends so to neighbors, hence maintaining very harmonious relations with them.
Not to ntion, even your mother took ho about ten sweet corns from Tao Yan’s Ho a few days ago, and after they were stead, you and your father scrambled to eat them.
Honestly speaking, even if soone were to ask Tau Yan to move from here and live in one of those high-rise apartnts, she probably wouldn’t be willing. After all, once you’re settled here, you feel comfortable and pleasant.
Inside the house, you still sll that faint scent of ding xiang; you find Yan Dongqing not lying in bed but sitting on a high stool, reading a book. Seeing you approach, Yan Dongqing closes the book halfway and smiles at you, "Your dad just left a while ago. If you’d co a bit earlier, you could have been here together."
You chuckled, sat beside Yan Dongqing, chatted about so holy things, then picked up the small bamboo basket Tao Yan had given you, filled with more than ten fat sweet potatoes, and headed ho.
Watching your cycling figure leaving, Yan Dongqing and Tau Yan exchanged a smile, Tau Yan chuckled, "Little Girl has this marriage, we’ve not lived in vain this lifeti."
anwhile, at your ho, your mother was scolding your father loudly, with her left hand on her hip, her right hand pulling your father’s ear, shouting, "I’ve said it three tis! When you’re at the relatives’ place, don’t forget to bring so celery back! Tell , did you not go to the relatives’ place but instead go fooling around with so girl?"
Cycling back from Yan Zisu’s ho usually takes you about half an hour, and it’s been like this for so ti.
On one hand, you’re in no rush since there’s nothing urgent at ho. On the other, you truly enjoy the ti spent with Yan Zisu; ti is fleeting, life is but a collection of birthdays, oh no, a collection of days. Once a day passes, you lose one more. Though the two of you t early, you still have many decades ahead.
True lovers often don’t need many words when together; just a glance suffices for the other to understand. Being with Yan Zisu lets you forget all past botherso matters and deeply bury the worries within your heart. Put simply, you need Yan Zisu’s comfort, which doesn’t require excessive gestures or words; just being together and breathing each other’s scents suffices.
The ti heading ho is dull, usually you cycle faster, and as you beco familiar with the roads, you weave in and out of street alleys, darting through chaotic lanes. This is his only fun when riding ho alone.
At this mont, you’re cycling through a straight alley because ahead is a pedestrian-sparse street. Usually, it’s not crowded, allowing you to speed up here and drift around the corners — drifting on a bicycle is truly thrilling!
You cycle faster and faster. When you’re three or four ters from the exit, a shadow suddenly darts across the alley entrance. You brake urgently, but because you’re moving too fast, you end up following the plan and tossing yourself and the bicycle together. As you drifted around 90 degrees at the alley corner, just as you appeared at the alley entrance, another tall figure dashed past. You had no ti to react, directly crashing into that person, sending them flying!
"Bang!"
As the tall figure landed, you quickly stopped, turned and asked the burly man in a black suit who had fallen several ters away, "Hey, are you okay?"
Hearing your voice, the first figure running across the alley stopped abruptly and turned back — it was Chen Susu!
"Move!"
Then, a sowhat sharp voice from a man emanated from behind you. Turning around, you saw a man dressed in a brand na outfit, yet skinny as a skeleton, looking no older than twenty. However, his sunken eye sockets and dark eye bags, paired together with his unstable footsteps, revealed he was either overly indulging or abusing drugs.
Facing soone like this, you generally pay no heed, placing the bicycle across the roadside, asking Chen Susu, who was approaching you, "Why haven’t you gone ho?"
"It’s not like I wasn’t forced by this addict, pestering every day, always blocking my way ho so I can’t avoid him." Chen Susu quickly walked to your side, wanting to seize this chance to make this wealthy addict permanently vanish from her sight.
"Susu, who is this bastard?!"
The skeleton-like man gasped as he leaned against the lamp post, speaking sharply with a voice akin to sandpaper scraping, creating a strong urge to beat him up brutally upon listening.
"Why do you always attract these dumb Dio types?"
You uttered a sentence that made the thin man jump in rage.
Before Chen Susu could respond, the thin man yelled at the guard who had just regained consciousness and stood up, "What are you still standing for, go beat him up for !"
The black-suited guard, hearing this, quickly ran over. Seeing this, you couldn’t help but sigh. Honestly, the profession of bodyguard is definitely one of the most lowly and dangerous among the vast career choices.
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