Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

There are probably two or three chapters to be finished.

Yan Qinghe casually put the bouquet of white chrysanthemums aside, and traced the names of the couple stroke by stroke with his index finger on the stiff stone tablet.

The paint is still very bright, this is a very new tomb.

The relatives are over there, and he is here.He didn't tell Song Mi that this was the first time he came to this grave after the car accident.

There was no sadness or joy in his expression, his delicate and almost sharp facial features were expressionless because of his thinness, he stood in front of the square stone tablet for a long time, like a carefully carved dummy.

The sunlight shifted, and the light was blocked by the shade of the trees, casting dark shadows of various shades on his face.

"I'll find them, and I won't let any of them go." His tone was almost whispering, and he gently brushed away one after another fallen leaves on the coffin. Finally, he solemnly placed the bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

The cold obelisk and the soft white chrysanthemum are opposed to each other, but they are integrated into one. The flowers have bloomed a little too much, and after a shake, the white dots are scattered all over the ground.He counted unconsciously, there are 23 petals.

There was a hint of warmth on Yan Qinghe's face, and he was actually led astray by Song Mi.The next moment, he suddenly thought of Song Mi trying to speak—a young and promising entrepreneur can never be a person who is not good at words, but Song Mi was clumsy and almost dull in front of him, like water in a plate. I looked to the end.

When Song Mi talked about the past, it looked like a dandelion, which would disperse when the wind blows, and the remaining branches still stood firm.

What is he sad about?Yan Qinghe didn't know.In the next moment, he changed his mind and squatted down, picked up a good-looking white chrysanthemum, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Today is not a special day, he thought he was the only one in the cemetery, turned the corner, but smelled a wisp of low-quality tobacco in the hot wind full of summer heat, Song Mi stood straight in front of a certain grave, with her head bowed, Can't see the expression clearly.

Yan Qinghe stood far away, watching Song Mi babbling towards the grave.This person completely lost his previous clumsy appearance, and his usually cold and hard outline became softer. Immediately afterwards, he took out the red notebook again, waved it in front of the tombstone as if showing off, and opened it carefully. He quickly closed it and put it back in his pocket.

Yan Qinghe didn't want to bother him.After Song Mi walked away, he walked quietly to the grave, bowed, and put the chrysanthemum in his hand beside the gardenia.He wanted to leave, but found a small piece of paper dropped by the tomb.

He had seen this piece of paper before, and Song Mi regarded it as a treasure and put it in the marriage certificate, but unexpectedly it was omitted here.

The sheets of paper were folded neatly, but the creases were deep. It was obvious that the owner would take them out and look through them. The edges and corners of the creases were roughed up, but the writing inside was quite clear——

"A pair of men's wedding rings."

He folded the paper according to the original pattern and put it in his pocket, just as he walked back up and down, he saw Song Mi with a pale face.

"You—" He looked very anxious, but forced himself to hold back, showing an uneasy smile, "Did you come down so soon?"

"Well, I just watched it for a while." Yan Qinghe narrowed his eyes and saw that Song Mi's forehead was slightly moist, and the other party's restlessness made his eyes darken. He opened his lips and said, "Let's go, I remember that you have to go back to the company .”

"...Okay." Song Mi answered with some difficulty, and couldn't help looking in a certain direction, as if eager to leave, "I'm going to smoke a cigarette."

"I'll wait for you in the car." Yan Qinghe pursed his lips and smiled, and said nonchalantly, "Although he has almost recovered, it is still not good to stand for a long time..."

"What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable again?" Song Mi frowned deeply, and looked at him worriedly.

"It's okay, you go first." Yan Qinghe shook his head, showing a tired expression, "I'll just sit in the car and rest for a while."

Song Mi lowered her eyelids, was silent for a moment, and finally said: "...it's nothing, I'll take you back first."

On the way back, the two of them were silent for a long time. Song Mi stopped counting and frowned slightly. His eyelashes were very long, black and thick, which looked like butterfly wings, trembling uneasily, and his strong appearance was cracked. Yes, a slight fragility was revealed from the trembling eyelash feathers.

At this moment, Yan Qinghe almost couldn't bear it.

"What's wrong?" Yan Qinghe asked softly, wiping the sweat from Song Mi's forehead with a tissue.

"No." Song Mi's body stiffened slightly, but she quickly denied it, "I haven't seen my mother-in-law for a long time, I'm a little... a little worried."

After saying this, he seemed to feel that his reasons were a little pale, and forced a smile: "It's okay, I'll check with the hospital later, by the way, do you want some water...?"

water.

Thinking of the empty bottle cap under Song Mi's pillow, Yan Qinghe rubbed the small piece of paper in his pocket with his fingers, and said, "I feel a little thirsty when you say that, thank you."

Song Mi pulled over and stopped the car, went to get water from the trunk, Yan Qinghe looked back, only to find that there were several bottles of this brand of water in the trunk.

He used to love this brand of water, but in March this year, the month his parents died, the company announced that it was changing the packaging.The new packaging does not affect the quality of the water, but he always feels that the taste of the water has also changed.

The packaging of the bottle of water in my hand is the old version.

Yan Qinghe suddenly remembered the interschool league in his junior year.That time he still won beautifully, but he forgot his jacket on the court after playing the game. When he looked back after dinner, he saw a person standing under the basketball hoop for a long time.

This is strange.

The game is over, the players have left, the spectators have also dispersed, and even the cleaning staff have finished cleaning and left. The huge stadium is empty, what is this person doing here.

The man stared at the ball frame that he had dunked several times for a while, then silently put a bottle of water and left.

Yan Qinghe waited for the man to leave before taking a closer look, only to find that the unopened bottle of water happened to be his favorite brand.

This brand of water is rare, and it is only available at the import counters of shopping malls in the city center. Yan Qinghe has always been particular about drinking water.

Later, he also played many times. From time to time, he would think of the person who stared at the basket and quietly put a bottle of water, but it was just a thought.

Once again, it was rare for him to go back to school to play basketball. Before returning to the dormitory after playing, he suddenly wanted to return to the court, and saw that person again. He was still so stubborn and persistently put a bottle of water under the basketball hoop.

If he comes every time, how many times has he let the water go?

What kind of fate would it be if Yan Qinghe saw him the only two times he came here?

Feeling interested, Yan Qinghe raised his voice and shouted: "Student..."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this sound, the man ran away in a hurry without even looking back.

Yan Qinghe didn't chase him, but took the bottle of water with him. He was sure that the bottle of water was for himself.

After so many years of missed time, he rubbed the mineral water in his hand, but felt a familiar warmth.

He opened his lips and asked, "Song Mi, are you..."

Song Mi looked up at him, but the phone rang at this moment.

Yan Qinghe glanced at the incoming call, his expression flashed with surprise, and he answered the phone immediately.

Song Mi stopped talking, and drove the car silently, allocating a little energy to distinguish the content of the speech.

It's the instructor's phone number.

After many years, the instructor still remained enthusiastic, caring about Yan Qinghe's body, and said that he was passing through City C, and hoped to come and see Yan Qinghe if it was convenient.

Want to go together?

Yan Qinghe made a mouthful, silently inviting, and looked directly at Song Mi.

The two did not take several classes together when they were in college, but chose the same tutor back and forth. This is not a coincidence, but Song Mi's deliberate plan.

Song Mi felt a little guilty, but it was hard not to think about the meaning of this invitation.

"I……"

Just as he was hesitating, his cell phone rang.

This ringtone is unusually unique, like a special mark made by someone, at least, Yan Qinghe has never heard this sound from Song Mi's cell phone before.

Song Mi glanced at the phone, frowned, but quickly stopped the car by the side, said "sorry" hastily, and got out of the car.

Yan Qinghe stared at his back with an incomprehensible expression, while the teacher was still babbling on him in the receiver, asking about his recent situation.

"I recently? I just got married not long ago..."

"It's not that I don't care about your two elders. My lover is relatively low-key, so I didn't make any noise, and no one said anything."

"He...is very cute. I will show you guys when I have the chance. You guys know him too."

While chatting, Song Mi went back to the car and said to him with difficulty: "Sorry, I..."

Yan Qinghe shook his head, tapped his lips with his index finger, stopped him from continuing to apologize, and said to the phone: "He has other things to come this time, I will visit you and teacher's wife on his behalf."

Hearing this, Song Mi suddenly turned her head to look at him.

Facing that unbelievable gaze, Yan Qinghe smiled slightly, and put his hand on the back of Song Mi's hand holding the steering wheel: "It's okay, next time, let's visit them together, shall we?"

"...Okay." Song Mi's voice was a little stagnant, and her palms were full of sweat.

Just now Qin Yu called to say that he was back and asked Song Mi to have dinner together.

Qin Yu has always disliked Yan Qinghe, but Song Mi has never confessed everything about Yan Qinghe to her best friend.