Song Yu and Meng Weihuai played a few games, and snowflakes floated outside the window, fluttering and landing silently. The intermittent snowfall in the past few days, and the whole city had already been covered with snow.

The dishes were almost ready, Mei Sixiu handed over the rest of the work to the aunt and came out of the kitchen. She happened to see the small teapot on the tea table. The tea was light in color, so she walked over and picked up the teapot and prepared to make a new pot.

Song Yu took advantage of Meng Weihuai's time to collect the chess pieces and greeted him, got up and went to the tea room next to the living room to help Mei Sixiu make tea.

"You go outside and sit here, I'll just come here." Mei Sixiu insisted not letting him take action.

Song Yu smiled and said, "It's okay for me to make tea. Let you and dad taste my skills. Wanwan said it's delicious."

After hearing what he said, Mei Sixiu stopped and handed the teapot to him, but he did not leave. He saw that he poured out the remaining tea water from the teapot, took out a new packet of tea leaves, and used his hands to grab it, and used bamboo tweezers to pick up two small clusters and put them in the teapot.

Song Yu's every move was well educated, not impatient or impatient, steady and self-controlled. His slender and fair fingers pinched bamboo tweezers, lowered his eyes and looked at the amount of tea, and added a few more in.

Mei Sixiu sighed and suddenly felt a little emotional: "Wanwan has changed a lot after getting married."

Song Yu's movements in his hand did not stop. He poured boiled water in, filtered it and then poured it out. He raised his eyes slightly, his voice clear and moist, like tea water: "Where has she changed?"

He and Meng Jian were together day and night, and he really didn't notice where there was any change.

"I can't say it either." Mei Sixiu smiled like a gossip, "I feel much more gentle, and I look happier and clearer than before."

Song Yu also laughed, saying that he was not gentle, his mother-in-law had never seen Meng Jianwan holding it and drawing it on him.

Mei Sixiu: "I wanted to talk to you before, but I haven't found a suitable opportunity."

"If you have anything to say, you can tell me directly." Today is different from the past. Song Yu no longer felt nervous when he saw his parents. He kept brewing tea with his face, covered the lid of the pot, and posed for listening carefully.

"I don't know where to start for a while, but I mainly want to tell you about Wanwan." Mei Sixiu said, "You know her character. She has never been free and unrestrained. Although I hope she will get married when she is at the age of marriage, I am also worried that she will not be able to be someone else's wife."

Song Yu comforted her: "Don't worry, Wanwan is pretty good. My parents and grandma like her very much."

"Wanwan has always been close to her father, and I'm talking about her dear father." Mei Sixiu's eyes were slightly moist and her voice was low. Except for Song Yu, no one in the living room could hear it. "Her father loved her so much that she felt like her heart. She was spoiled with everything. She rode on her father's shoulders at first grade in elementary school and didn't want to walk at all. Therefore, she has been naughty and mischievous than ordinary girls since she was a child. During the incident when her father had something wrong, she became taciturn and refused to say a word. Later, she followed me into the Meng family. Although her personality was as lively as before, it always made me feel that there was something different. Every time I asked her, she was unwilling to tell me. So many years have passed, and she has returned home less and less often. Every time she comes back, she rarely talks about things outside, including your rush to get married. I have asked her why, and she is also vague..."

Mei Sixiu paused, wiped the corner of her eyes, and barely showed a smile: "I told you that this is not for anything else, I just hope you will be more responsible and live a good life with you."

Song Yu was choked when she said it, and he responded in a low voice: "I understand."

"She was born to me. I know more than anyone else that she is a person with a hard-mouthed mouth and soft heart. The more you care, the more you say you don't care. She doesn't even look at someone who really doesn't care." The smile on Mei Sixiu's face widened a little, "You will know if you live together for a long time in the future."

Song Yu: "Yes."

Mei Sixiu raised her hand and touched her cheek, adjusted her mood for a while, and said relaxed: "Let's go out, the tea will be cold if you don't go out."

Song Yu picked up the teapot and walked out of the tea room with Mei Sixiu one after another.

Meng Jianwan's eyes were on TV. The variety show played inside happened to be the game prank. The guests and hosts made jokes frequently. Meng Qiaosen laughed non-stop, but she looked at Mei Sixiu not far away.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her eyes were red. Song Yu, who was walking behind, looked as usual, and there was no sign of any strangeness.

Meng Jianwan put down the remote control and wanted to go over and ask, but Mei Sixiu went to the kitchen halfway.

Song Yu sat down, poured each of them a cup of tea, and continued to play chess with Meng Weihuai. When he noticed that Meng Jianwan looked over, he blinked his eyelashes, as if asking her what was wrong.

The others were present, and she was not convenient for her to ask questions. Facing Song Yu's inquiring eyes, she had to lean over and take an ugly orange from the fruit plate and throw it to him from the air.

Song Yu was caught off guard and rushed to pick him up. Fortunately, Meng Jianwan threw the force just right, so he easily caught him, but the movement was a bit large. Meng Qiaosen, who was watching TV, watched over. Meng Weixia, who was a little farther away, subconsciously turned her head over. Meng Weihuai, who was sitting opposite Song Yu, stared at him without blinking.

Song Yu coughed lightly, took out a black piece from the chess box and fell on the chessboard. Meng Weihuai withdrew his gaze and followed his attention back to the chess game.

Song Yu took the time to peel off the orange peel in a few seconds, stuffed the complete orange inside and the lotus-shaped orange peel back into Meng Jianwan's hand. The whole process was silent. After finishing, he lowered his head and looked at the chessboard, grabbed a few black pieces with his fingers and played with it.

Meng Qiaosen was stunned for a while, looking at Meng Jianwan's natural appearance, he suddenly snorted: "Why are you so lazy?"

Meng Jianwan pulled off two oranges and stuffed them into his mouth, with a provocative expression: "I am happy, do you care?"

Meng Qiaosen held the remote control and turned the sound of the TV up, mixed with the laughter from the TV: "I really don't know what Song Yu likes you."

Meng Jianwan leaned half of his body against the sofa, and his arms lazily supported his head. He directly used his mouth to pick up the orange in his hand, and fell into his mouth one by one, ignoring Meng Qiaosen's words.

He was bored by himself and shut up.

On the other side, Meng Weixia Yuguang swept over Meng Jianwan and only noticed the bright pride on her face. She also wanted to know what Song met her. Even if she told Song Yu that the real reason why Meng Jianwan agreed to marry him, he just pretended that he didn't hear it.

Meng Jianwan finished eating the oranges, threw the skin into the trash can, got up and went to the kitchen to see how the cooking was.

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The two of them worked until 7:10 in the kitchen, and then everyone moved from the living room to the dining room. On the top was a chandelier made of lantern paper, and the lights sprinkled down were warm and soft, and the atmosphere became much warmer.

Old Mrs. Meng was ill and did not come out of bed. Later, the aunt would prepare dinner for her alone, and everyone else would sit in turn. Song Yu sat on the left and Meng Jianwan sat on the right.

Last time, Song Yu came to visit him, but he still had work to deal with, so he couldn't have a drink with Meng Weihuai. At that time, tea instead of wine, so he deliberately punished himself as a make up for it.

Meng Weihuai was happy and said he was too polite.

Apart from Meng Weixia's silence, the meal was generally harmonious and perfect.

Unfortunately, during the meal, it was snowing heavily outside. Meng Jianwan and Song Yu both drank alcohol and could not drive back.

Meng Jianwan said: "Call the driver to come and answer it."

Song Yu was about to take out his cell phone, but remembered that the driver had asked for leave today: "The driver is not available, I'll call a driver."

"It's still on the New Year's Day, so it's not easy to find a designated driver." Mei Sixiu looked at the situation outside the window. Snowflakes were wrapped in strong winds and hit the window glass, and said worriedly, "It's so heavy, it's a big night, so it's not safe for anyone to drive. Don't go back tonight, let's leave tomorrow morning."

Meng Weihuai agreed: "Listen to your mother."

Song Yu was unsure of his mind and turned his head to look at Meng Jianwan. She was just a lazy person, so naturally he followed the advice: "Then stay."

Mei Sixiu hurried upstairs to make the bed. Song Yu and Meng Jianwan had not held their wedding yet, but they had already obtained their marriage certificates, so there was no need to clean up another room. She only tidied up the room where Meng Jianwan had lived before, changed into clean sheets and quilt covers, and went to Meng Qiaosen to find a man's pajama that she had never worn before to take it.

Everything was done, Mei Sixiu looked at it a few times before leaving until she made sure there was no problem.

Nearly ten o'clock, the two came up from downstairs. Song Yu had been to Meng Jianwan's room before. This time, she was familiar with the way in without her leading the way and turned on the lights in the room first.

Meng Jianwan saw the smile in his eyes and said inexplicably: "What's so funny?"

Song Yu closed the door with his backhand: "I'm so excited when I sleep in your bed for the first time?"

“…”

Song Yu was lying on the bed and felt it. When he turned his head, he saw photos of Meng Jianwan from the bookshelf at the end of the bed. He instantly felt enlightened and got off the bed and picked up the photo frame.

It was a photo taken by Meng Jianwan when she graduated. She was wearing a black bachelor's uniform with a pink collar, and her expression was cold, as if she was impatient, but she couldn't stop her beautiful face.

Song Yu looked through other photos one by one, wanting to know more about Meng Jianwan before. When he was about to draw out the photo album in the middle of the book, Meng Jianwan stopped him: "Don't move my things."

These photos were selected and framed when Mei Sixiu cleaned her room, and the rest were stored in the album.

Song Yu avoided her hand: "Why are you talking nonstop? I can't take a look?"

Meng Jianwan: "No."

Song Yu pinched her face and was reluctant to exert force: "Meng Jianwan, why are you so stingy? You touched my things, when did I tell you?"

Meng Jianwan couldn't resist him and did not fight him again. He followed him and took his pajamas to take a shower. He was knocked on the door outside twice: "Wanwan, are you sleeping? It's me."

Meng Jianwan turned over and opened the door. Mei Sixiu outside the door held a humidifier half a person tall: "I forgot to put this in your room. It has enough heating. It's very dry if you don't turn on the humidifier."

"I understand." Meng Jianwan quickly took it over, "You can rest early."

Mei Sixiu didn't stop for a long time, and after delivering the goods, she went downstairs.

Meng Jianwan turned around and inserted the humidifier. He saw Song Yu sitting beside the bed, flipping the album page by page, with a focused look as if he was looking at important documents.

She adjusted the gear of the humidifier and went to the bathroom.

Song Yu quickly finished a photo album, which probably included some fragmented photos taken by Meng Jianwan after he came to the Meng family. It can be seen that she doesn't like taking photos, and her expression is awkward.

When Song Yu closed the album, his uniform touched one of them. He felt that the thickness was not right. He paused for a moment and found another from the mezzanine of a photo.

The photos are old and yellow on the edges, and some patterns are stained, exuding a damp smell. The picture quality is very blurry, but you can still recognize the handsome, thin and tall man on it. There is a little girl sitting on her neck, a meatball on her head, wearing a red hair ring, and she looks six or seven years old, grinning happily, missing two front teeth.

This should be Meng Jianwan and her biological father.

There was a slight sound from the bathroom door lock. Song Yu quickly stuffed the photo into the mezzanine, closed the photo album, and put it back on the bookshelf in one go.

When Meng Jianwan came out, Song Yu sat upright with his hands on his knees, as if he had done something wrong. She rubbed her hair and looked at her eyes with her eyes: "What have you done?"

Song Yu got up and hugged his pajamas, his eyes flashed: "I didn't do anything, I'm going to take a shower."

When he came out, Meng Jianwan was already lying on the bed, with long black hair spreading around his pillow, and holding his cell phone in both hands to see something. Song Yu lifted the quilt and lay down beside her, leaning on his side with his head on his hands, looking at Meng Jianwan's face.

He used to think that he knew her enough, but Mei Sixiu's words made him feel that he didn't know enough.

Song Yu tentatively said: "Meng Jianwan, do you love me?"

Meng Jianwan suddenly turned his head, and his phone almost fell off, and his eyes seemed to be saying that you were going crazy.

"You answer me." Song Yu said.

"I don't love it." Meng Jianwan's eyes turned back to his phone.

Mei Sixiu said that the more she cared, the more she said she didn't care. Can he understand that Meng Jianwan said he didn't love him, but he loved him in his heart.

Thinking of this, Song Yu laughed softly and leaned over to kiss her. Meng Jianwan didn't hold his phone firmly and smashed it on Song Yu's head.

He covered the back of hissing, and hesitated softly, for the time being, he had no intention of caring about his phone, and pinched her chin and made her open her mouth.

"Song Yu, you are sick, suddenly..." The rest of the words were swallowed up.

After a long time, Song Yu took a breath and let go of his hand. Meng Jianwan reached out and touched his neck. There was a wet mark on it, all of which were made by him.

Meng Jianwan narrowed his eyes and before he could say anything, Song Yu hugged her waist and said silence: "Remember first, and then compensate me when I go back."

When he kissed him just now, he asked her if she wanted to, but she didn't refuse, but this was Meng Jianwan's boudoir, and he couldn't ignore the rules and make trouble, so he stopped in time.

Meng Jianwan turned his head and saw his forehead covered with thin sweat with his eyes closed, and he couldn't help laughing for a moment.

Song Yu's eyelids trembled. He opened his eyes and felt a sense of tolerance inside. His breathing was still messy. His throat was so hoarse that he couldn't speak.

Meng Jianwan smiled again and touched his face: "Okay, I remember."

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Xiao Ba: Happiness came too suddenly, I can’t believe it. I must be dreaming, don’t wake me up, thank you, I continue to sleep. Ah, it turns out that it’s not dreaming, it’s my spring coming, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sister Meng: There is too much nonsense.
Chapter completed!