Glory to the ancestors

Sitting in the sedan chair, Jiang Yuhan silently rolled her eyes as she listened to the noisy music around her.

She is very clear about this process, it has only been a few months, and she has come again.

The matchmaker knocked on the door of her sedan chair and took her out again.

She was still facing Rong Zhen's dejected face, but this time he stretched out his hand to hold her.

There were not many guests, so Yang Jin was sitting on the side, looking at them, with a strange curvature of the corner of his mouth, a half-smile.

Rong Zhen's appearance in red clothes made his usually pale face look more energetic. This may be his first marriage and the last time. Such a scene is rare, and it is impossible not to remember it well.

Thinking of this, Yang Jin still turned her head to look at Osmanthus fragrans with some worry.

He didn't want to know why Rong Zhen had to marry Jiang Yuzan. He was good at avoiding embarrassing topics before, and even more so now.

But Osmanthus osmanthus doesn't have such scheming, looking at his haggard appearance, I'm afraid he hasn't accepted it yet.

Osmanthus osmanthus held the carnival wine in her hand, and stared at the newlyweds in a daze.

The two of them hadn't spoken for many days since Rongzhen got angry at him inexplicably that day.

Only then did he realize that there was no need for communication between the two of them. When Rong Zhen raised his hand, he knew what he wanted was tea or water. With a glance at him, he knew that the decorations on the table should be changed...

"The ceremony is over!" Chen Zhan said loudly.

Only then did Osmanthus regain his composure, and looked around at a loss, forgot what to do next.

Yang Jin came over, pulled the tray from the sweet-scented osmanthus hand, and put it in the hand of another servant, "Don't just stand around stupidly, go have a drink with me."

Osmanthus osmanthus nodded and followed Yang Jin to the dining room.

Rong Zhen looked at the back of the two of them leaving, feeling complicated, but he still followed Jiang Yuhan into the room.

"Shouldn't you be entertaining guests outside?" Jiang Yuhan asked Rong Zhen, with her hair still covered with a red cloth.

"There are only a few people in total." Rong Zhen sat next to her, looking down at the red rope tied to his hand, "They will take care of themselves."

Jiang Yuzan pursed her lips, and took off the hijab on her head, "You can't stare at me here, can you?"

"Why not."

"I'm not feeling well," Jiang Yuzan rolled up the red cloth in his hand, "I feel uncomfortable seeing you and sweet-scented osmanthus like this."

"What happened to me and the osmanthus?"

"Everyone under the eaves can tell that it's wrong," Jiang Yuzan said to Rong Zhen, "Shouldn't Osmanthus osmanthus know that we are fake? Why is it still like this?"

"How would I know." Rong Zhen didn't want to mention it at all, and fell on the bed, "I'm tired, I'm resting."

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Yuzan clenched her teeth. Look, she was married twice, once to a rooster, and once to a boring oil bottle. It's impossible to say which one is better than the other.

Yang Jin pushed the tea to the sweet-scented osmanthus, poured a glass of wine herself, with a bitter smile, "Today is not bad."

Osmanthus osmanthus stared at the cup in front of her, without moving.

"Osmanthus osmanthus and you get married, you need to invite more people than this." Yang Jin looked at the quiet surroundings, only a few servants cleaned up the mess, "The adults left after attending the ceremony."

Osmanthus nods.

"Don't be like this," Yang Jin took the osmanthus osmanthus hand and turned him to herself, "If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me, if you don't have Rong, will you still have me?"

Osmanthus osmanthus looked at Yang Jin's sincerity, heartbroken, snatched Yang Jin's wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Yang Jin was taken aback. Osmanthus seldom touches alcohol. First, Rong really doesn't want him to drink, and second, osmanthus is very restrained.

Osmanthus osmanthus drank just a little, and his face turned red. He seemed to have made a lot of determination, and gestured to Yang Jin, "I didn't do anything, why are you angry with me?"

Yang Jin tilted her head, what are you talking about?

"Suddenly stopped talking to me."

Yang Jin stared blankly at the osmanthus drinking another glass, "Osmanthus, calm down, this wine is a bit strong."

Osmanthus fragrans gestured for a while, making Yang Jin even more confused. Is osmanthus osmanthus angry?

Because osmanthus is usually gentle, and because he can't speak and can only rely on sign language, he always takes his time, making people think that he will never lose his temper in his life.

Although it is not clear why, it is obviously because of Rongzhen.

He wasn't sad because Rong Zhen got married, but because Rong Zhen ignored him?

Yang Jin tried her best to concentrate, trying to capture the important things from the movements of the sweet-scented osmanthus.

But osmanthus drank too much, like ordinary people, and her gestures were not accurate at all, which made Yang Jin even more confused, but more importantly, "Don't drink."

Yang Jin restrained the sweet-scented osmanthus, put the wine glass in his hand far away, and said after making sure that the sweet-scented osmanthus was out of reach, "Don't drink too much, or Rong Zhen won't spare me."

The sweet-scented osmanthus' mouth shrunk, like a child's.

He is just a child, Yang Jin sighed, took the osmanthus arm to help him stand up, put his shoulders on the osmanthus head, and put his elbows against his side, "Stop drinking."

Osmanthus osmanthus hung her hand on Yang Jin's body, and all the grievances of a young month flooded up.

He has been holding back, □□zhen didn't even ask, it wouldn't be like this before, Rongzhen didn't treat him like this before.

Yang Jin caressed the sweet osmanthus on the back, making him stand up straight so as not to be choked by tears, and he didn't know what wrong Rong Zhen did to treat the sweet osmanthus like this.

Could it be that he still really can't do it with Jiang Yuhan?

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Yang Jin quickly shook his head, it was impossible, he would rather Rong Zhen liked Osmanthus fragrans.

Yang Jin suddenly remembered what Rong Zhen said when he was drinking with him that day. He said he wanted to give up.

Ha, if you can give up on someone just by ignoring them, why do you need to suffer so much?

Yang Jin dragged the sweet-scented osmanthus and walked slowly towards the small courtyard where the sweet-scented osmanthus lived.

Just about to open the door, Rong Zhen's cold voice came from behind, "What's wrong with him?"

Yang Jin hissed, and turned around, how could he forget that Osmanthus osmanthus and Rong Zhen lived in the same courtyard.

"Drink too much." Yang Jin was helpless, "It's not that I snatched it and wanted to drink."

Rong Zhen's face sank immediately, "Why do you want to drink?"

"Ask yourself." Yang Jin didn't have a good face either, Chaorong raised his chin, "Would you like to help me?"

Rong Zhen hesitated and didn't go forward.

Yang Jin rolled her eyes, "If you have the ability, just leave him alone for the rest of your life."

After Yang Jin finished speaking, she kicked them away with her feet and entered the house with the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Rong Zhen stood outside the door, watching Yang Jin put the sweet-scented osmanthus on the bed through the gap, took off his coat, took off the headgear, and wrapped the sweet-scented osmanthus tightly with the quilt.

When it comes to taking care of sweet-scented osmanthus, everyone is equally familiar with it.

Seeing that the sweet-scented osmanthus fell asleep, Yang Jin came out, but saw Rong Zhen still standing there.

He didn't know what to say to Rongzhen, this thing in his own mind was enough to annoy him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, walked to Rong Zhen's side, and patted his shoulder, "Osmanthus osmanthus is also uncomfortable, you can change it."

Before Rong Zhen could speak, Yang Jin walked out of the small courtyard, and squatted down after walking a few steps. What was he doing?

It's really ridiculous. The three of them are all torturing themselves and each other in the name of each other's good.

Osmanthus osmanthus probably didn't understand, but he and Rong Zhen both understood.

Why bother.