When Ye Xingjian heard him ask this question, she knew that he had blocked the WeChat group again, so she said helplessly: "Aunt Xiao Qing is getting married."
"Oh." Ye Yixing suddenly realized, no wonder the whole family wants to go to the United States to celebrate the New Year.
"I really can't stand you. Can you go to the group once in a while and check the news?" Ye Xingjian said.
Ye Yixing said: "You guys talk nonsense every day, who knew there was important information."
Ye Xingjian:......
We can't chat today. What do you mean they talk nonsense every day? Isn't chatting just talking nonsense? If you don't talk nonsense, it's not chatting, it's called business negotiation.
"Grandpa and grandma, can your health hold up?" Ye Yixing was even more worried about their health.
"Don't worry about us. We plan to stay a few more days this time and wait until you come back when school starts." An Zhisu said. They don't go there very often. It only takes a few days to go all the way.
Ye Yixing didn't care. It didn't matter where he spent the winter vacation. He asked, "When will Aunt Xiao Qing get married?"
"New Year's Eve." An Zhisu said.
Ye Yixing was stunned, thinking that it was such a coincidence that he and Luo Sui'an had the same birthday.
He asked calmly: "Why do you choose it on the New Year's Day?"
"The date is set by the man. Chinese people don't pay much attention to the New Year and think this day is good." An Zhisu said.
Ye Yixing nodded, which is understandable. Among the families who immigrated to the United States several generations ago, few still pay attention to traditional domestic festivals like the Tang family.
Xiao Qing was getting married on New Year's Eve, and they had to arrive in Los Angeles at least one day in advance, so Ye Yixing left for Los Angeles without staying at home for a few days.
He didn't tell Luo Sui'an about going to Los Angeles. He even replied to Luo Sui'an's WeChat message on the way to Los Angeles. Even Shen Hao didn't know that he was no longer in the country.
It was the evening of the 28th lunar month when he arrived in Los Angeles, but it was already the afternoon of the 29th lunar month in China. He called Shen Hao and asked him when he would attend Luo Sui'an's birthday party tomorrow, and don't forget to bring him a gift for Luo Sui'an.
"Don't worry, I won't forget the gifts even if I forget to bring myself." Shen Hao promised, patting his chest.
Ye Yixing was speechless. He even forgot to bring any gifts. He hung up the phone without talking to Shen Hao.
Shen Hao's WeChat message was then sent over. It was a photo of himself, wearing a new suit of clothes, bought specifically to attend Luo Suian's birthday party, and asked Ye Yixing if he was handsome.
Ye Yixing replied perfunctorily: Handsome.
Shen Hao sent a few smug expressions: I will take a photo of Luo Suian for you tomorrow. Her birthday party is at noon.
Ye Yixing hummed and didn't talk any more.
After sleeping too much on the plane, he wasn't sleepy now, so he just took out a book and read it.
Luo Sui'an sent him a WeChat message without looking at it for a while. It was a photo of the layout of her birthday party, from all angles.
Ye Yixing looked through them one by one, and only one emotion came to mind: The Luo family's parents really loved their daughter and wished they could pluck all the stars in the sky and give them to her.
Luo Suian: Is it beautiful?
Ye Yixing: Beautiful.
Couldn't it be beautiful? He has never seen anyone make the banquet venue so beautiful for their birthday. He grew up eating, wearing and wearing good things, and his eyes are sharper than ordinary people. He can see just the decoration of the venue.
It's more than 100,000 yuan.
Luo Sui'an: The flowers my father shipped by air from abroad haven't arrived yet. They won't arrive until tomorrow morning. They will be even more beautiful then.
Ye Yixing could imagine that kind of beauty.
Luo Sui'an didn't know that Ye Yixing was in Los Angeles, so she chatted with him for more than an hour. By the time she stopped talking, it was already 2:30 in the morning in Los Angeles. Ye Yixing finally felt sleepy, turned his phone to silent, and went to bed.