Lan Fenghe, who was standing beside him, "Yuchi, grandma is right, you are really not young anymore. Everyone in the same year as you are already married. When do you want to delay it?"
The mother Feng Yuchang also had endless distress on her face, "Yes, our friends usually come out to chat, and they all pull their grandchildren out, but we are empty-handed, so boring."
Lan Yuchi was attacked by three people, pursed his lips and said softly: "If you can't do anything, I can't just find someone to marry you just to give birth to a grandson."
The old lady immediately squeezed her eyebrows, "What does it mean to be casual? Haven't you dated Mo Qi for more than a year? One year of emotional foundation is enough. When do you want to delay it? Anyway, you will get married sooner or later, why bother
Do you want to drag it again and again?”
“A year is too hasty for us.”
"Mo Qi is a good girl, she is peaceful and peaceful as a nurse. A man can choose a skilled and peaceful woman to marry. What kind of famous families, power, status, and everything is nothing."
Lan Feng spoke again, his voice sighing slightly, "At this point, we don't force you to choose a daughter. If you choose a woman to marry and have children, we will be satisfied."
Lan Feng knew that his mother was old and not in good health, so it was unpredictable in the world. He was really afraid that she would suddenly leave the world and leave regrets.
He, as a son, really doesn't want her to leave with regret.
He is not good at this person. His biggest advantage is that he is filial to his mother. He doesn't want his mother to worry about Lan Yuchi's affairs all day long.
So he was willing to give up the idea of interfering in his son's marriage. Only his son was willing to get married, and everything would be done with him.
The old lady looked at Lan Yuchi earnestly, "Yuchi, Ang is about the same age as you. Haohao is already three years old in the blink of an eye, but you haven't even gotten married yet. How can you not be anxious if you let grandma do it? And our Lan family only has
You are the only seedling, and you don’t get married and have children all day long, and I’m really unwilling to accept it until I die.”
Lan Yuchi was bombarded by his parents and grandmother in turn, so he had to bow his eyebrows in distress and listen with humility.
Suddenly a news report on TV caught his attention.
"The international violin professional competition was held in Vienna, the music capital. Chinese Rong Musi won the championship and became the first Chinese woman to win this honor in history. We are both Chinese people, and we are deeply proud of this.
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Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the screen, staring at the pictures on the TV.
The camera is playing the game again. Mu Si stands on the balloon with graceful posture. An ivory white floor-dress floating like a fairy's silk, setting off her like a beautiful couple falling in the clouds.
Beautiful, dreamy and psychedelic.
She held the piano in one hand and gently pulled it with the other hand. The graceful notes scattered out of the piano, as smooth as the breeze and as smooth as the flowing water, making people fascinated and intoxicated.
Her posture and movements when she played the violin were so beautiful that it made people dazed, as if she was a fairy floating out of the scroll.
Every move, every look, every charm seems to have been carefully outlined and set, and is so beautiful that it is extremely beautiful and unprecedented.
Lan Yuchi looked at her figure steadily, and thousands of layers of joy rose in his clear eyes.