The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

December 27.

The day before Qin Xiaomeng's wedding, Han Qianyi didn't go anywhere. He was in Changsui Town behind Grandpa Sun's house, holding the wine made by Grandpa Sun and drinking more than a dozen bottles.

Grandpa Sun couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to grab his wine. Han Qianyi held on and muttered: "It tastes so good, no wonder she always likes to drink it secretly."

He said: "If I had known, I would have come with her to drink secretly."

Don't fight for her, or take her to fight with you.

Even if his skin is torn apart, he will take her with him.

However, he was unwilling to give up. He was just afraid that she would be wronged and that she would have a bad life, so he let himself go out to work hard early.

He wanted to support her because he had seen her in the most miserable state.

After ten years, he paid her a betrothal gift, but she could no longer accept it.

I regret so much that I didn't tell her I liked her earlier.

If she had told her earlier, the person standing next to her today would be him.

Han Qianyi held the wine jar, looked at Grandpa Sun with misty eyes, and asked him: "Grandpa Sun, can your wine cure heartache?"

He pressed his heart: "I feel a lot of pain here. It hurts so much that I almost can't breathe. Can you make some wine to relieve pain next time?"

As he spoke, he raised his head and took another big sip.

Grandpa Sun sighed and tried to persuade him, but he couldn't help it.

The wine can't be taken away either.

He had no choice but to call Qin Xiaomeng.

"Han Qianyi." Qin Xiaomeng knelt down in front of him: "Why do you drink so much?"

She reached for the wine jar in his arms and said, "No more drinking."

It's strange that Grandpa Sun couldn't get out the wine. Qin Xiaomeng just said a word and he let go.

She asked: "Are you drunk?"

"How about I ask Qin Bo to take you back to rest?"

He must be drunk, his cheeks and the ends of his eyes were all red.

"Xiaomeng." He suddenly called her, his voice was hoarse due to drunkenness.

"Ok?"

Han Qian opened his hand towards her and said with a smile: "You will get married tomorrow, let's hug today." After a pause, he added: "I wish you a happy wedding."

"Thank you."

Qin Xiaomeng hugged him and put her hand on his back.

She couldn't see Han Qianyi's face, and she couldn't see his hot tears rolling down suddenly. Drop by drop, they hit her coat. In winter, the clothes were thick, so she didn't notice.

He held her, behind her invisible side, crying silently.

After a long time, he wiped his face and let go of her. His eyes were still red and he couldn't hide it, so he said, "Grandpa Sun's wine is really strong."

"Yes." Qin Xiaomeng nodded, especially in agreement: "It's really strong. I was always dizzy when I was a child." She gestured with her fingers: "Obviously I only drank a little secretly."

She was drunk and Mr. Lu was disobedient.

Han Qian smiled, raised his red eyes, reached out to touch her ears, and said, "Wear more clothes, your ears are very cold."

Then he covered her with both hands, leaned forward a little, and said to her: "I like you, I really like you. I have liked you since I was a child."

There was wind in the yard, blowing his words away.

Qin Xiaomeng took off her hand that was covering her ears: "What did you just say?"

She seemed to hear him speaking, but not clearly.

"It's okay." Han Qian put his hands in his pockets and said with a smile, "I told you to wear more clothes, you'll be cold."

"It's not cold." Qin Xiaomeng touched her ears. It was strange. It was obviously not cold.

She said there was something wrong with his touch.

Han Qianyi smiled and said nothing.

Not long after, Qin Bo came.

He asked Qin Xiaomeng to go ahead and get busy. The wedding is tomorrow and there are a lot of things to prepare for.

They were the only two people left in the yard.

Qin Bo was not young anymore. He could see it and said to Han Qianyi: "Let it go."

Han Qian smiled: "I can't let it go."

Looking at the direction Qin Xiaomeng left, she picked up the wine she forgot to take and took a sip: "I can't let it go in this life."

I don't plan to let it go either.

He spent his entire life's love on her and couldn't take it back.

How to let go.

Love is not like chopsticks when people eat. Even if you don't want to put them down, you can leave the table as long as someone takes them away.

She can't, she is his strongest joy, his warmest love, and his fiercest love.

It can't be let go.

Without her, he would wither like a flower in the sky without the sun.

.........

On December 28th.

The red carpet of the Cheng family in Haishi was rolled out from their doorstep to Changsui Town, a distance of more than 300 kilometers, from his place to hers.

Led by Maserati, 99 luxury cars formed the welcoming procession.

The new houses in Changsui Town are plastered with red happy characters everywhere.

Balloons and ribbons were tied to the handrails of the stairs, and the residents of Changsui Town came over for a banquet.

Crowded.