"Squeak..." The door of the ancestral hall was opened, and Yang Chonggui walked over slowly.

"You have a good daughter." Yang Chonggui pretended not to see the clothes Yang Yi was wearing, and snorted, "Get up!"

Yang Yi slowly got up from the ground and knelt for an hour, his knees a little sore. With a thought, a warm current surged out of his dantian, impacting the blood vessels there, and the soreness suddenly dissipated.

Daughter? Yang Yi was a little confused. Did Xixi do something?

Yang Chonggui ignored him and took care of the stall on his own. After a while, he slowly said, "Do you know why I asked you to kneel?"

Yang Yi was silent for a while and said softly: "There is a lack of responsibility."

"This is one reason." Yang Chonggui pulled out a few incense sticks, put them on the kerosene lamp, and lit them. "There is another reason, that you have made a lot of money now, and the phone number you give to your family is not as good as when you were in the army..."

The old man felt very accurate. Although he did not doubt whether the identity of the eldest son had changed, he could detect Yang Yi's seemingly close appearance, but inside he was inexplicably alienated from the home and the place - how could he not be alienated? This guy is not real Yang Yi.

Yang Chonggui said a little more: "...This person cannot forget his ancestors. No matter how much money you earn, you cannot go against your will and betrayal. You cannot forget that you are the descendant of the Yang family! Our Yang family has been loyal and kind for generations. At the top, we will sacrifice our lives and shed blood for the country and the bottom, and we will repay our neighbors with a weak and righteousness. We will also help you kneel down in front of our ancestors. We also want you to calm your heart. No matter whether you are your wife, children, parents, sisters, or neighbors who have received favors, no matter how much money you earn, you cannot forget your roots!"

"I understand..." Yang Yi looked at the father's back, pondered, and nodded slowly.

"You haven't been back for two years..." Yang Chonggui finally turned around, stared at him, handed over the incense lit in his hand, and said slowly, "Put the incense to the ancestors and clans!"

...

Yang Yi came back and appeared in front of Murphy and Xixi. He was still the same as usual, with a gentle smile on his face, as if kneeling for almost an hour had no effect on him.

"Dad, are you back?" Xixi rushed up happily, and happily asked for credit in her father's arms, "I told my grandfather not to lock up the dad, and the dad will correct it if he knows his mistake. He is a good child, and grandfather will not be angry!"

"Xixi is very good today and is very sensible." Murphy walked over, gently touched the girl's hair, and said to Yang Yi.

"Thank you Xixi, thanks to your help." Yang Yi kissed her daughter on the face, giggling the little girl.

It was late at night, and Yang Yi held Xixi and took Murphy back upstairs.

As soon as he turned on the light and entered the room, Yang Yi couldn't wait to free up a hand and gently pulled Murphy's tenderness. He looked at Murphy's bright eyes with a soft look and said, "I'm sorry to you tonight, but it's actually mine."

Yang Yi knew that Murphy must have done something behind her, otherwise Xixi would not have gone to find her father.

"Don't say anything more." Murphy reached out and pressed Yang Yi's mouth and said angrily, "We are one of you and me, and I'm mine, are there any more?"

Xixi looked at her mother's posture and her eyes lit up, as if she had unlocked a new action.

"No, I want to say that I was not thinking carefully before, but my dad scolded me, and the scolding was right!" Yang Yi pulled her hand down and said seriously, "Now, I want to tell you that I want to marry you!"

Murphy was stunned. The impact of this sentence on her was no less than that of Yang Yi's confession that day.

Although she did not doubt that Yang Yi would marry her and that their relationship was natural, which woman did not expect to hear the person she loved say this?

But, at this time?

"I'm serious! Although it's a bit hasty, I understand that I can't be out of the matter anymore and be responsible for you, so I want to tell you that I want to marry you! This is not a proposal. I will give you a proposal ceremony in the future, a romantic proposal ceremony. Now, I just want to tell me what I promised!" Yang Yi looked at Murphy's eyes and said firmly.

However, Yang Yi, the straightforward boy, has not yet figured it out.

This is not a marriage proposal, what else can it be?

He made such a clear statement that Murphy still had to respond.

Isn't this a proposal?

Yang Yi knew it was very hasty, but it was more than just hasty. No one had ever proposed so clumsyly or simply so simple!

She was locked in a ancestral hall in a mess and was punished to kneel down. Now she came up and said something. In this simple room, there were no roses or diamond rings, and she was holding a Xixi. Xixi was indeed as beautiful as a flower, but she was not a flower after all!

Xixi blinked her eyes, a little confused. She tilted her little head, looking at her father and mother for a while. However, although she was still held by her father, neither father nor mother cared about her. In their eyes, there was only each other... Xixi was pitifully ignored!

Murphy was also a little confused, with happiness and panic mixed together, and felt that his IQ was a little insufficient.

She was not mentally prepared at all. She could not have thought that Yang Yi would say this suddenly! She said in a panic: "I know, I, I am very happy! I, I, I don't care about those rituals..."

In fact, it is impossible not to care? Which woman has never fantasized about when she was young? It is a romantic occasion like a garden where flowers bloom. Her lover dresses up as handsome as a prince, and then kneels down on one knee and proposes to herself...

As a result, now, there was nothing, not even kneeling on one knee. Yang Yi just said domineeringly: "I want to marry you!"

Murphy was so panicked that he forgot his beautiful fantasies and his mind was blank.

"There will be a ceremony. I will make up for it when I really propose!" Yang Yi didn't think he was a proposal, so he said to Murphy seriously.

No matter what others think, Yang Yi just accepts this principle and will make up for Murphy’s romance in the future.

However, Murphy was at a loss and could only nod his head shyly.

One played the card without the norm, and the other had a broken head. Both of them were the best, and they just happened to get together. They stood there for a while, and they looked at each other, with feelings surging in their eyes. They didn't know what to say, but that didn't matter anymore.

"Dad, I'm going to take a shower. I haven't taken a shower for two days and it's going to become stinky!" Xixi, who was ignored, finally couldn't help it. She pouted her mouth and shouted aggrievedly.

"Oh! Yes, yes! I'll give you a bath!" Yang Yi quickly put Xixi down, and he said, "Take your clothes, boil water downstairs, and wash it in the bathroom downstairs."

Yang Yi said to Murphy apologetically: "The family is not in good condition, there is no water heater, so I can only boil water and take a bath. I feel wronged."

"No, I'm fine." Murphy's eyes were a little shy.

Xixi was very excited. She kept her curiosity about new things. When her father was bringing her clothes, she followed her around: "Dad, what is it like to take a bath? Do you have to put Xixi in a big pot and then burn a big fire?"

"That's to cook you!" Yang Yi laughed at the sound and said with a smile, "Did you see the chicken soup tonight? If you cook that way, you'll cook it!"

"Then don't cook Xixi, I don't have any delicious food!" The little girl waved her hand in a hurry.

...

It was going to bed at night, and Murphy finally recovered from her dizzy state. She stretched out her finger, poked Yang Yi's waist, and muttered, "Actually, you don't have to be so anxious!"

"Hmm?" Yang Yi put down the book in his hand, turned to look at Murphy, whose skin was particularly smooth after taking a shower.

"I have explained everything to my mother. Because of my work, we cannot expose our relationship for the time being, but we will definitely make it public as soon as possible and not let mothers wait too long." Murphy had already thought about it. When she terminated the contract with Tianmei, she would officially disclose her relationship with Yang Yi, and she could also introduce her and Yang Yi's studio.

"Mom also expressed her understanding, saying that it has been delayed for four or five years and doesn't care about this time and half a year. When we can really make it public, we will go back to the village to hold a glorious and happy event." Murphy said a little shyly.

"Okay, but that doesn't matter! I just told you that I made up my mind!" Yang Yi smiled.

"No, you scared me. You bad guy, suddenly proposed to me!" Murphy angrily hammered Yang Yi's chest, "Who proposed this way?"

"It's not a proposal, I say I will give you a proposal ceremony in the future!" Yang Yi shouted.

"It's just a proposal, you forced me to express your opinion!" Murphy said with a pout.

"Then do you agree?" Yang Yi asked with a wicked smile.

"No, I want you to give me a super romantic proposal, otherwise I will be unhappy!" Murphy turned his head on the pillow. Fortunately, Xixi slept heavily inside, otherwise she might have been awakened.

"There will be the case, there will be the case!" Yang Yi hugged her in his arms, not letting her move, and then kissed her on the forehead pamperedly, and smiled with love.

"Hmph!" Murphy hummed like a pig.

After a while, she leaned in Yang Yi's arms and said in a low voice: "But, however, you can still get the certificate first... Mom secretly told me that the wedding and other things will be repaired later, so we can't be together in vain."

Yang Yi didn't know that his mother felt sorry for this stupid wife, and she was worried that Yang Yi would turn against him like his father!
Chapter completed!