[Shanshan is here] Please give me more advice for the rest of my life

I returned to Shanghai with my hands wrapped in gauze.

Before leaving, my uncle and aunt also came, bringing big and small bags of food.

It’s not such a precious thing. The dried beans and prunes dried by myself, the pickles packed in small jars, and the smoked bacon are all dried goods that almost every household here will prepare. It’s also what I’ve been doing in the past 20 years. The most familiar home-cooked taste ever

They are generous people, and they have always treated me kindly, when they bring things to Shanshan, they always make two copies, one for her and one for me, and the distribution is proper and even.

So when I send things to my parents, I often send them a copy as well.

My aunt put the things into the taxi, turned to tell me: "The dried radish and pickled vegetables can be eaten directly with rice porridge, or it can be fried in a pot for a little while, and the dried beef and meat sauce can be eaten if you can't finish it." Remember to put it in the refrigerator."

I responded with a smile: "Remember, I will tell Shanshan."

My mother curled her lips slightly at the side: "You are just too worried. They are young people, they can't buy anything outside, and they will still be hungry? Why would they want to eat us?"

I know, she felt embarrassed.

My mother almost never let me bring these things, she was afraid of being ruined, and always felt that I was married to the Xiao family, so such "worthless" things couldn't be sold.

Auntie was obviously used to her arguments, and retorted: "No matter how good it is outside, I still want to eat food from home from time to time, Liu Liu, don't you think so?"

I could only nod my head again and again: "Yes, yes."

Instead, I said to my mother: "By the way, Mom, I just want to eat the dried eggplant you dried before."

My mother was obviously stunned for two seconds, then frowned disapprovingly and said: "Hey, why didn't you say it earlier, then I will expose myself more next time."

There was clearly a smile on his face.

I also laughed.

When Shan Shan came to get something from me, she smiled so much that her eyes curled up: "Liu Liu, you are an angel, I just want to eat something my mother made."

I pinched her face amusedly: "Don't, it's all made by your mother, there are other angels."

"It's not important, what's important is to have something to eat." She dug out the things from her bag and took out everything to look at them. "But why did you come home suddenly?"

I poured her a glass of water: "I'm homesick, it just so happens that I'm fine this weekend."

She let out a oh, and then groaned again when she saw something: "What's wrong with your hand?"

"When I was at home, I fell down and broke the skin." I held up my hand to show her, "My mother made a fuss and insisted on wrapping it up for me."

"So..." After she confirmed that my hand was fine, her eyes lit up for some reason, "But, Liu Liu, you can even wrestle?"

What is this nonsense?

I couldn't laugh or cry: "You look a little surprised?"

"No, no." She didn't seem to know how to describe it, "It's just, uh, how should I put it, you have been very obedient since you were a child."

She covered her head: "You were once our nightmare!"

I laughed.

I know what she means. Since I was a child, I have been living in a disciplined and self-disciplined way. It seems that I am walking smoothly and steadily on the established track. I rarely make mistakes. Therefore, it is no wonder that she feels Surprised.

However, I briefly recalled my life in recent years. I am afraid that there are quite a few things that have deviated from the track, and it is quite funny to think about it.

When I went to work on Monday, I received the plan for the company's annual meeting from below. Although the process is similar, some links are quite innovative.

I remembered that I was also a person with a side job, so I also called Zhou Hang and asked them how the annual meeting was done in previous years, or what traditions they had.

Manager Zhou's voice on the other end of the phone changed a bit: "Annual meeting? It's a lottery to give out money, give out money to draw a lottery!"

I hung up the phone with a snap.

Annual meeting, it's another year.

At the end of this year, several big things happened.

The first thing is that Chen Youxi and Zhang Yi are getting engaged.

However, this time, I didn't read it from any gossip magazine or entertainment program, nor did I hear it from Comrade Jiajia, the channel through which I learned about the world. to my office.

The cover is mainly in pink and light gray. It looks very thoughtful, elegant and simple yet exquisite. The two names of Chen Youxi and Zhang Yi are handwritten in elegant and straight fonts on the inviter column.

I froze for a moment and rubbed my eyes subconsciously.

Jiajia looked around curiously: "Sister Liuliu, who sent the invitation?"

It took me a while to find my voice: "Engagement invitation."

"Huh? Who's getting engaged?"

I showed her the invitation letter: "Chen Youxi and Zhang Yi."

Jia Jia looked struck by lightning, almost screaming, I shook my head helplessly, and ignored her.

Judging by her appearance, this matter has probably not been made public yet, and she was hit by exclusive inside information, no wonder she is a bit messy.

But what does it matter, anyway, in a few days, most of the headlines of major websites will be bombarded again, those who lost their gods and goddesses hug and cry together, and then walk into the engagement hall under the tearful blessings of the whole world .

I was amused by my own imagination, and I thought that it was indeed under the influence of Jia Jia, who was close to Zhu Zhechi.

On the day of the engagement ceremony, Xiao Wu came to pick me up.

The wound on his face has completely healed, and he was wearing a dark gray suit. When he was standing beside the car waiting for me, he really looked like a walking clothes hanger.

I compared him with the popular idol Zhang Yi in my heart, and I felt that I would not give up too much, but today he is not the protagonist.

Xiao Wu didn't see any fluctuations on his face, he just helped me tighten my coat a little: "It's a bit cold today."

I laughed.

He didn't bring a driver today, he drove here by himself, he was silent all the way, but when he was about to arrive, he suddenly said: "Wait a minute, Feng Teng and the others will come too."

I don't know why, of course I know this.

"Wait a minute, I might help entertain the guests a little bit." He frowned, "Sometimes I can't take care of you."

I froze for a moment before reacting.

Since he, Chen Youxi, Han Chen and others have known each other since they were young, those family members obviously have a close relationship. Although Zhang Yi has seen big scenes, he is not in their circle after all, so Xiao Wu asked Xiao Wu to help him. It's normal to take care of one or two.

I smiled thinking of him running errands: "Best man?"

"It can't be counted," he said solemnly, "I'm already married."

I didn't answer the call.

It was still early when we arrived at the venue. The parents of the two families, Zhang Yi and several staff members were still discussing the waiting process. Obviously, the parents of the Chen family were also very close to Xiao Wu. Go to the dressing room to rest.

Chen Youxi has already changed into her dress, and she is still doing the final touch-ups.

She was originally beautiful and temperamental, and today she is even more beautiful, even I can hardly take my eyes off her.

It took a while to react and put the prepared gift: "Congratulations, today is beautiful."

The "thank you" manner is also generous.

The makeup artist went out first after finishing the makeup, and she smiled at me apologetically: "I'm sorry to leave you alone for the time being, Zhang Yi, I'm really not familiar with our family at all."

It was a slightly complaining tone, but it clearly contained seven points of sweetness. I sent a hundred blessings to this kind of scene where lovers finally get married, and I waved my hands again and again to express that it's okay.

She laughed somehow: "Someone seems to be in trouble this time."

This sentence is really endless, but I didn't ask again.

Although we have known each other for a long time, and the number of times we meet is not too small, but we are a little awkward with each other, so we really don't have much communication at ordinary times, but now we can talk for a while without any grudges. sky.

After all, it is a girl who is in love, whether it is a much-anticipated actress or a lady from a famous family, when it comes to the process of getting acquainted with her lover, she is no different from an ordinary girl, and there is sweetness between the lines.

I was stuffed with dog food, and finally I could only beg for mercy: "Enough is enough, I can't eat anymore."

She laughed: "I always didn't want him to continue the investigation, whether it was about the car accident or Xiao's."

She didn't say who he was, and I didn't interrupt.

"On the one hand, I'm worried, and on the other hand, I feel that I'm going to repay my grievances. It's better to let others go and let myself go. Thinking about it now, this kind of thinking is very wishful thinking, and it's also very irresponsible to him."

I didn't answer.

It's not that you can shake hands and make peace with any kind of injury, and it's not that you unilaterally compromise, pull out the minions, and others will do the same. Take a step back and say, even if it is possible, how to choose is his own thing.

"So, instead of saying it's for his own good, it's better to use this name to make demands for yourself."

With my back to the pose, I couldn't see the expression on her face now, nor was she trying to say anything.

A long silence.

Seeing that she turned around, her eyes were slightly red, but she laughed: "However, I still think Zhang Yi is much better."

I also laughed, and said sincerely: "I think so too."

Someone knocked on the door outside, probably the ceremony was about to start, and asked her to make final preparations.

After carefully confirming that the makeup was not stained in front of the mirror, she carried the skirt and walked towards the door, but when she reached the door, she stopped suddenly.

I was puzzled for a moment, but before I could ask, I felt hugged.

It was with a mischievous tone, and even a vaguely malicious joke: "Thanks for your hard work."

She said: "That guy, if you don't ask, he won't say anything, and he deserves to suffer."