Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

At the age of eighteen, others may have already started falling in love, and may even have been in love many times.

Cui Sanning was in his third year of college at the age of 18. In addition to his heavy studies, he often had to take on projects with his master. He was either working on his craft in the studio or working in some uninhabited place.

So when grandma asked her what style and color she wanted, she gave a casual answer and added: "I like whatever grandma does."

Later, apart from herself, the whole family helped her finalize the choice of red.

Cui Sanning reached out and touched the embroidery on her wedding dress. She couldn't say anything. It was so beautiful that it shocked people.

She suddenly remembered that Ayin once said that she was the most beautiful person she had ever seen wearing red.

Her expression spoke volumes of her fondness, which delighted Grandma, who said, "We all think you look prettiest in red."

Song Shoushuang's noble appearance was more sharp and coercive than Cui Sanning's.

She is so noble that people dare not look directly at her. If she puts on the red wedding dress again, she will look so domineering that it will not look like she is getting married, but like an empress ascending the throne.

And Cui Sanning has the gentleness of a lady, and she exudes dignity rather than dignity.

She behaves generously, is elegant and dignified, and the color red on her does not appear to be seductive, but rather adds good luck and health, and is quite a symbol of peace and prosperity for the country and the people.

Grandma saw her staring at the wedding dress without blinking an eye, and said: "If it wasn't inappropriate to wear it in advance, I really want you to change it for us to see."

Cui Sanning said nothing after hearing this, and looked at the clothes in front of him more tenderly.

Grandma turned and walked towards the table, asking, "What kind of style do you want?"

Then she sat down at the table and opened the small book she usually used to take notes: "Chinese style or suit?"

"Speak out your requirements and I will remember them for you."

"Save me from forgetting about it."

Cui Sanning almost didn't think about it and subconsciously replied: "I want a suit."

She liked the way he looked in his suit.

She continued: "Black."

Grandma thought about it after writing it down and said, "Black is the color that is least likely to go wrong."

“But it’s not easy to be chic.”

He looked at the red wedding dress and said, "And it has to be worthy of this wedding dress."

Cui Sanning walked over and put his arm around her grandmother's shoulders from behind the chair: "My grandmother is the most powerful, so what does this mean?"

Grandma's old hand held hers back and said with a smile, "You have such a mouth."

"It's like applying honey."

After speaking, she reminded: "Clothes are meant to match people, and size alone is not enough."

"Last time he came and went in a hurry, and I didn't pay close attention."

"Bring him back sometime, grandma, take a closer look."

Cui Sanning smiled, put her neck on her grandmother's shoulders, and pressed her face against her cheek: "Grandma."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Sunlight poured in from the window and shone on the grandfather and grandson. Grandma looked sideways at Cui Sanning.

"What kind of person did you think he was the last time we saw him?" Cui Sanning whispered softly.

Grandma tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Calm, unsmiling, and worthy of his seniority."

"Your grandpa said that none of the juniors of his generation can compare to him."

"Serious?" Cui Sanning repeated

Grandma turned her head to look at her: "Isn't it?"

Cui Sanning recalled it for two seconds, with a soft smile on his face: "It was quite serious at the beginning."

"I don't even dare to talk to him."

He recalled seriously: "But in my memory, he seems to be smiling."

After hearing this, grandma shook her head, her voice soaked in time had a different charm: "That's because he in your memory is looking at you."

"If you smile at everyone and look the same, how can you tell whether you like someone or not?"

"Like, it means being different."

She took Cui Sanning's hand and said slowly: "I never thought about this before, but after knowing about it, I thought about how you would stand together."

"It feels like a perfect match."

He pulled Cui Sanning to sit on the chair next to him and whispered, "Your grandpa must have thought so too, but he didn't say it."

Grandma sighed: "Your grandpa, he can't get over that hurdle in his heart."

"If he had been so powerful before, no one would have misjudged him."

"But the only time I sent your mother into a pit of fire."

"Can he not be afraid?"

"I never heard him say anything about his accuracy in reading people again."

After hearing this, Cui Sanning leaned forward and hugged her grandmother, and whispered: "But in my memory, he was also very good to me, my mother, and my brother."

"So this is not your fault. When a person becomes bad, no one can stop him."

Grandma's eyes were moist and blurry, and she patted Cui Sanning's back wordlessly, just like she did when she was a child to coax her to sleep.

Cui Sanning leaned in her grandmother's arms and said nothing. She rarely mentioned Su Qinghua.

Why are you so unwilling?

Because in my memory, he was also very good.

She remembered the scene when she sat on his shoulders and let him run around the yard; she also remembered the way he took her and her brother to prepare a birthday surprise for their mother; she also remembered... the way he didn't want them.

She still can't figure out how a good home could have reached that point unknowingly.

She reviewed it many times, but never found any clues. Maybe she was too young at the time and couldn't understand complicated adults.

It seems that if you can't get something you've never gotten before, you can't get it, and you don't have so much obsession.

But unfortunately, she got it.

It turns out that family affection can be withdrawn as soon as it is withdrawn. It is not only withdrawn, but also ends in harm.

Cui Sanning thought that she resented him so much because she still remembered the little good things about him.

So it still hurts.

…………

At night, Cui Sangning videotaped Quan Yu in the bedroom.

Quan Yu was sitting on the sofa. It was about six o'clock in the morning.

After Cui Sanning connected to the video, he was surprised: "Why did you get up so early?"

"Woke up early." Quan Yu replied. In fact, he hadn't slept well in the past two days.

Seeing her sitting cross-legged on the bed in her pajamas, with a towel on her head, he frowned: "Why don't you blow dry your hair?"

Cui Sanning reached out and touched the hat on his head: "It's half dry."

"Grandma gave me Chinese medicine to wash my hair, which took half an hour."

He added with a proud tone: "Long hair."

Quan Yu was surprised by her proud little expression.

The next second I heard her say: "Grandma has paired me with several pairs. I will arrange them for you when you come back."

Quan Yu's mouth twitched: "What do you mean?"

"Look, you're thinking too much." Cui Sanning looked like he had seen through him.

"I call it nip in the bud."

"Just think, when we get old in the future, when everyone gathers, others will be bald, but we will remain the same."

"How nice."

With one word, Quan Yu could forget about the depression just now, and her longings would overflow like the tide. In her future arrangements, even if she grows old, it will be us.