my god is fiance

In order to welcome Xiao Ye, Mama Yan prepared a large table of good dishes, and she kept picking up food for him during the meal. Papa Yan, who graduated from a doctoral degree in ancient literature, began to chat with Xiao Ye about various ancient works. To Yan Lan's surprise, There are many sentences that my father said, Xiao Ye can match the next sentence, such as "bream, fish tail, the royal family is ruined. Although it is ruined, parents Kong You" and so on, Yan Lan was forced by his father for ten days to memorize it. However, Xiao Ye knew everything by heart, which really made him extremely upset.

After the meal, Mama Yan drove Papa Yan to wash the dishes, while she held Xiao Ye's hand and sat on the sofa chatting, while Yan Lan sat on the side eating a large plate full of apples, pears and raisins, listening to her mother slandering herself Praise Xiao Ye.

"Sometimes this child is not very sensible, Xiao Ye, you must take care of him, I am afraid that he will cause trouble when he comes to your house."

Yan Lan suppressed a sneer, thinking that he is sensible so he won't cause trouble.Xiao Ye smiled and said, "It's okay, Mom, don't worry, Xiao Lan is fine in our house, and my father likes him very much."

"That's good, that's good." Yan's mother smiled from ear to ear.

After chatting for more than an hour, Mama Yan asked the two of them to go into the house to sleep for a while. They must be very tired from the transportation all morning, so they continued to prepare food by themselves.

Yan Lan took Xiao Ye back to the bedroom, glanced at the bed and said, "There is only one pillow in my room, do you think you will use one with me or not?"

He admitted that he was intentionally making things difficult for this person. In that family he never saw Xiao Ye smiling, so he could bear it, but here he would laugh when talking to his mother, and he would fluently switch back his expression when it was his turn. How depressing is that?

Xiao Ye nodded lightly, and said, "It doesn't matter if I sleep or not, it depends on whether you want to sleep with me."

Yan Lan stuck out her tongue, took out another pillow from the cabinet and threw it to him.

Yan Lan's bedroom doesn't have a separate bathroom. When he ran out and changed into pajamas and came back, Xiao Ye had already changed and was lying on the bed. Yan Lan got on the bed and pulled the quilt over the two of them. Xiao Ye's profile.

He likes to look at Xiao Ye's face very much, because it is very beautiful, 360 degrees with no dead ends, no matter how you look at it, it looks good.

Yan Lan leaned over and put her hands on his waist, and said, "I found out that my parents like you very much."

Xiao Ye took his hand and squeezed it lightly a few times, "Well, I also like uncle and mother very much."

With a black line hanging on her head, Yan Lan said in her heart that her mother and uncle were not the same family, but Xiao Ye's hand was very warm, and it felt so comfortable to be held by him, Yan Lan smiled and closed her eyes.

In the evening, they ate another big meal made by Yan's mother, and then Yan's father took Xiao Ye to the study to play chess with him. The two of them placed a chessboard and two pier on the ground, quite like an ancient master.

Yan Lan also took a small bench and sat by the side to watch. People who know how to play chess say that playing chess is like fighting a war, and you need to plan a strategy to win a thousand miles. However, Yan Lan only knows the rules of chess at best, and knows nothing about the principles of tactics. Yes, but the two of them were engrossed and glowing, as if they didn't even know that he, the spectator, was there.

At least it must be the case for Papa Yan, because he didn't know if he was mentally ill or what, so he started talking, and it was fine to say anything else, or:

"Oh, Xiaoye, you play chess very well, hundreds of times better than Xiaolan. I trained him to play chess with me since he was a child, but he can't. He can knock his head after reading a chess record. Listen to me Chess can roll from the chair to the ground, but in my hands, I have never left the city and surrendered within ten moves..."

Yan Lan was so angry that she scratched her head, I'm still here!

Xiao Ye held the corner of his lips and looked at him sympathetically, but his eyes widened and he stared back.

It is true that Yan Lan was taught these traditional cultures by his father since he was a child, but his grandfather did not reward him with this bowl of rice. After all, he was not trained by his father to become a great talent who has read poetry and books. At most, he was a second-rate youth who studied well.

But in fact, what he cares most about is not himself, but Xiao Ye.

This person usually doesn't show his face, but this night he was able to win two out of five games with his father with ease!

The two played until ten o'clock, and my dad still had a lot to say, and made an appointment with him that the next fight would be at least ten rounds.

Back in the bedroom, Yan Lan looked at Xiao Ye in disbelief and said, "Why didn't I realize that you are so versatile?"

Xiao Ye spread his hands: "Because I am very interested in these."

"Then what else do you know? Musical instruments, do you know?" Yan Lan asked very curiously.

Xiao Ye thought for a while: "I can play the piano, guzheng, violin and erhu."

"..." Yan Lan was shocked, "Why have I never seen you play anything? You don't even have a musical instrument in your bedroom!"

"That's because you don't know that there is a separate music room in my house, where all the instruments are placed." Xiao Ye glanced at him, "Occasionally I would go there to practice by myself."

Yan Lan held his hand and said expectantly: "Then when we get home, can you play a part for me too?"

"Okay." Xiao Ye nodded.

The two of them got up early the next morning, had breakfast and chatted with their parents for a while before Yan Lan took Xiao Ye out. According to his plan, he should show Xiao Ye around the city today.

Xiao Ye drove Yan's father's car and walked all the way through the streets and alleys. He followed Yan Lan's instructions and rushed to the ultimate destination of this morning: the playground.

This was Yan Lan's idea. It's time to go shopping in the city. There's no time to visit the attractions. It's not necessary to go to the mall. It's better to go to the amusement park, where you can eat some delicious food.

While waiting for the red light, he asked Xiao Ye: "Have you ever been to an amusement park?"

The latter glanced at him: "Of course I went there when I was young."

Yan Lan stuck out her tongue, thinking about it, and asked again: "Then within the past ten years?"

"Who is still going to that place at such an age?" Xiao Ye stepped on the gas pedal and started the car again.

Who said you can't go to the playground when you're so big?Yan Lan leaned on the back of the chair very dissatisfied. He had played with Zhao Yu before the college entrance examination, and he performed very well in the examination.

Today is not a rest day, and there are not too many people in the playground, Yan Lan walked on the road holding Xiao Ye's hand, and suddenly felt very happy.

Now he doesn't have to go to school, he doesn't have to work, and there is no one he knows around, just the two of them together, if they go on like this in the future, how good would it be?

After walking for a while, Yan Lan asked, "Do you want to go play something?"

"What about you?" Xiao Ye looked at him.

"Then, play with bumper cars or something?" Yan Lan suggested with blinking eyes.

"It's all played by children of a certain age," Xiao Ye said a little speechlessly, "Adults should at least be at the roller coaster level."

"Okay..." Yan Lan swallowed her saliva and turned to him, "Do you really want to play such a difficult game?"

"What?" Xiao Ye touched the corner of his lips, "Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, I'm very scared!"

Yan Lan only had the experience of riding a roller coaster once in his life, and he was a freshman in junior high school, but the trip was so overwhelming that he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he never dared to look at that thing in the eye again.

"It doesn't matter," Xiao Ye said, "You just need to hold my hand when the time comes."

"Hold..." This time, Yan Lan was dragged away by Xiao Ye before he finished swallowing his saliva. When the latter came in, he asked for a map. He was pulled directly to the gate of the venue.

The roller coaster is moving now, and from Yan Lan's position, he can see that it is rushing towards the distance, getting farther and farther away from them, even so, he still turned around and buried his head on Xiao Ye's shoulder and muttered: "Oh my God."

Xiao Ye patted his head: "With me here, don't be afraid."

Yan Lan put her hand on his waist lightly, and buried her head a little deeper.

The roller coaster went on for another five minutes and finally came back. Yan Lan had to straighten up and felt very reluctant. Xiao Ye pulled him to throw sixteen game coins worth five yuan at the entrance, and found a place beside him. s position.

After Yan Lan sat on the seat belt, she immediately buckled up her seat belt. She was so nervous that her heart was pounding. Xiao Ye's hand went over the armrest to hold his hand, squeezed it lightly, and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

Yan Lan broke free from her hand, and held his again, very tight.

The feeling of being filled in the palm was full, warm and reassuring, and he closed his eyes.

There was a signal sound next to her ear, and then her body was pushed forward by a huge force, Yan Lan's scream rang out almost immediately:

"what--"

He tightened his hand, holding it tightly like he was holding driftwood in the water, and the strength became stronger and stronger. The oncoming gust of wind caused pain like a knife on his face. From the beginning it exploded and never stopped.

The roller coaster went all the way over the mountains and ridges, and there was a violent dive from time to time, but for Xiao Ye, there was no strength in his hands to make him feel more strongly. He felt that his fingers would be broken by that person.