"Auntie, if I miss him, I may never find a man as good as him again." Ding Yiyi looked at the door and said calmly.

In the teahouse outside the alley, Ye Chuyun was sitting upright, in sharp contrast to the neighbor's uncle who was sitting next to him with his clothes open and his head turned upside down. The teahouse owner brought the teapot up and joked: "Brother Ding, son-in-law?"

"It's something that even eight poles can't touch." Ding Dacheng said coldly, looking at Ye Chuyun, "I don't understand the games you rich people play, but if you dare to play with my daughter, I will find you even if I risk my life.

You settle the score."

Ye Chuyun took out a document and handed it to him, "These are all my assets. After we get engaged, I am willing to add her name to them all. I am sincere."

Ding Dacheng was dumbfounded by the thick list of assets. He was afraid that Ding Yiyi would be wronged if she really got married. If there were these things as a guarantee, then at least his daughter would be more confident.

He put the document aside and said in a gentler tone, "Do you smoke, do you drink, and what do you usually like to do?"

"I have quit smoking, and I don't drink. I usually like reading and playing the piano." Ye Chuyun answered in a straight tone.

Ding Yiyi anxiously walked around the living room. When she heard the door opening, she immediately rushed out. Ding Dacheng walked at the front with a serious expression, which made her heart sink. "Dad."

"I'm starving, wash your hands and get ready to eat!" Ding Dacheng glanced at her and walked to the side hall. Ding Yiyi was stunned and met Ye Chuyun's smiling eyes.

He passed by her and took the initiative to raise his hand and pinch the back of her hand. Ding Dacheng wanted to say something, but Ding Meirong pushed her back and lowered her voice and said, "Look, you scared the child."

After lunch, Ding Dacheng and Ding Meirong went to take a nap. Ye Chuyun sat on the old man's chair in the yard. There were many green plants planted around the yard. Ding Yiyi sat on the small bench next to him and asked him with a smile, "I want to see it."

My mother?"

The snow on the mountain was swept down on both sides of the steps. The birds living in the trees were alarmed by the footsteps and flew towards the other side of the mountain forest in a swarm. Ding Yiyi held Ye Chuyun's hand and walked slowly on the steps,

On the top of the mountain, two tombstones stood alone. One of them was empty.

Ding Yiyi and Ye Chuyun bowed to the tombstone. Her voice was a little hoarse, "Mom, I came to see you, and I brought the man I am about to get engaged with. He is very good."

Ye Chuyun held Ding Yiyi's hand tightly and looked at this woman who was somewhat similar to Ding Yiyi solemnly, and solemnly made a promise, "I will take good care of her."

The wind on the mountaintop made their clothes rustle. Ding Yiyi turned her head and wiped her tears, "The wind was too strong, and the sand got into her eyes."

Ye Chuyun did not expose her, but turned sideways to block most of the wind for her. He changed the subject and said, "Why is there another empty tombstone here?"

Ding Yiyi wiped away her tears and said: "My father made it for himself. He said it was to make my mother wait for him with peace of mind."

The strong wind made her words choppy, but he understood the simple promise after one sentence. Will they have sex in a hundred years? Looking at the lovely person next to him, he suddenly felt worried, how long can he stay with her?

At night, Ding Yiyi lay on the bedside and listened to the radio. Leslie Cheung's voice on the radio was faint, and she whispered softly, "I looked up at the starry sky and it was quiet. I walked alone at night and the rain gradually stopped. I asked with a smile who would take care of me."

There was a knock on the door and she turned off the radio, "Dad."

Ding Dacheng came in and sat beside the bed, "Dad wants to talk to you."
Chapter completed!