Tang Muchen laughed angrily at this question again, and asked, "What you like about someone is their feelings, not their age. You don't like me?"
Fanfan was confused.
Doesn't she like Tang Muchen?
The answer is of course no.
She likes him, but she can't tell whether it's between a man and a woman or between a brother and a sister.
"I..." Fanfan answered vaguely: "I don't know either."
Tang Muchen did not accept this answer and asked: "If you like it, you just like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. I don't know what the answer is."
"I just don't know." Fanfan felt a little aggrieved: "I've never liked anyone before, so I have no experience."
"I have never liked anyone else." Tang Muchen felt that the explanation of this matter was clear: "Like is a magical feeling, you can't explain it. You don't even know why you like the other person, but you don't want anything more than her.
When I look at other people, I just want to spend the rest of my life with her, give birth to your child, raise him together when we are young, and walk together under the sunset when we are old. If the child is filial, he will follow her. I am afraid that the two of us will grow old.
We can't walk anymore. If we are lucky enough to live longer, we can still see our descendants around our knees."
Following his words, pictures gradually appeared in Fanfan's eyes. She and Tang Muchen fell in love. Tang Muchen doted on her and always bought her some nice and fun things to coax her. Later they got married, and many people came
Bless them. Later they had a child. The child was like her before him. Sometimes he was obedient and sometimes naughty. Then the child grew up and they got older. He was older than her and she had to hold him while walking.
He was followed by their child, and when he could no longer walk, the child came over and carried him home.
Real pictures flashed through his mind, and Fanfan couldn't help but yearn for it. That kind of life would be much happier than living alone.
The most important thing is that she feels that it is a very happy and happy thing to marry Tang Muchen and have children for the rest of her life.
"Brother." She raised her head, her eyes extremely solemn: "I know, I like you."
This answer was expected by Tang Muchen. He knew that she liked him, but when he heard her say the words "I like you", he was still filled with excitement.
He hugged her, picked her up and spun her around on the ground.
Fanfan's laughter echoed in the air in circles, circle after circle.
When Tang Muchen was crazy enough and put her down, she was so dizzy that she could only lean on him.
Tang Muchen put his chin on top of her head and said anxiously: "I can't wait to get out. Can we get married when we get out?"
"Ah?" Fanfan said shyly, "I'm too anxious, I'm only sixteen years old."
"You can get married at the age of sixteen in the United States," Tang Muchen said.
Fanfan was shocked: "Don't you have to be 22 to get married?"
"That's the legal age for marriage in China. The regulations vary from country to country." Tang Muchen said.
Fanfan added: "But I'm not an American either."
"I am an American national. As long as you are willing, these are not problems." Tang Muchen asked her seriously: "Will you marry me?"
"I, I, I." Fanfan pushed him shyly and anxiously: "Don't ask me now, I just accepted that I like you, and now you ask me this again, I haven't thought about it yet."
Tang Muchen didn't force her. He would formally propose to her after she went out. He nodded: "Then think about it carefully."
Fanfan nodded immediately.
Tang Muchen saw that she was obedient and couldn't help but kiss her.
"The Lovely Marriage: Mistakenly Provoking an Exorbitant Husband"
Like to the point of pampering in marriage: Mistakenly provoking an exorbitant husband