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The second major event of this year, for Feng Zhen, is Lin Tang's wedding in late April.

A joy and a sorrow, he can already calm his mind.

Lin Tang's wedding was somewhat polarized. The one in Lianshi was ordinary, and the one in Nanjing was extremely grand.

Because Lin Tang's family is quite small, Feng Zhen went to help out, as an older brother, at this time the eldest brother is like a father, and his suit and leather shoes really give off a bit of an adult taste.

Chu Yuan laughed and said that wages would be deducted, but Feng Zhen had a good memory at this time, saying that there were still 7 days of vacation.

The young man's brows and eyes are like ink, and his eyes are like stars. This child is slowly coming to life.

"Forget it, we'll be absent from work anyway, and Xiao Li wants to kill people recently." Dr. Li loves to be idle, and now Chu Yuan is going to run away for a week, but he is exhausted. Come."

Lin Tang came out in a beautiful suit, and saw that you two were wearing suits and leather shoes and ties of similar styles, so he smiled, "It is said that the apprentice is like the master, so it seems that the two of you are more and more alike."

The master and the apprentice just looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time put on a pose of invitation to the woman, "Your Majesty, get up."

For the wedding at home, it was the elders of the Lin family who handed Lin Tang to Mr. Zhuo, and for the wedding in Nanjing, it was Feng Zhen.

When the door opened and he saw that beautiful woman, his heart skipped a beat.

The first time they met was in Switzerland. At that time, they both went to the same person's wedding. At that time, they just sat at the same table, smiled and met each other, and didn't even have the desire to leave contact information. The parents recognized each other's children as goddaughters and godsons, and the two even became brothers and sisters. They have such a sense of responsibility and self-consciousness that elder brothers are like fathers.

When he handed Lin Tang's hand to Mr. Zhuo's, Lin Tang suddenly turned around and ran back, hugging him tightly.

"Be careful." Now that the child has been running like this for four months, it is really worrying. She still doesn't know how to take care of herself. At this moment, her neck is warm. Feng Zhen raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder, looking at the Mr. Zhuo, who was smiling among the flowers, looked in their direction with gentle eyes.

That is her future home.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" He had already pushed the crying girl, "You used to say in front of my mother that you would definitely not cry."

She let go, her eyes were full of moisture, wiped her eyes, and turned to Mr. Zhuo with a smile.

Feng Zhen sat down next to Lin's mother, still smelling of Lin Tang's perfume in his hands and body, Xiao Li was sitting next to him at the table, joking, "I thought she was going to hold your hand and run out."

"Use yourself to judge others." Chu Yuan gave the champagne to Feng Zhen, and everyone looked in the direction of the witness.

A carnival started when the groom kissed the bride. Xia Weiyi regretted not having a bouquet, and happily went to shoot a video. Girls are always particularly moved by such scenes. For example, this little girl has tears in her eyes .

All the smiling faces and commotion ended at 5:[-] p.m., and the natal family had to have dinner together at night. Feng Zhen took care of Lin's mother and went to Zhuo's house together in the evening.

Along the way, Lin's mother was neither very happy nor unhappy. She was always more worried about her daughter marrying into the wrong family.

Feng Zhen could think of his mother's worries, and he knew how to comfort Lin's mother. When Lin's mother asked him how his partner was, he immediately shut up, "We're still getting along, and it's hard to say what will happen afterwards."

"You, get married and have a baby early, and your mother will be relieved."

Feng Zhen nodded and helped the old man go in.

After being busy for four or five days before and after the wedding, eating with him everywhere, and being introduced to two partners in a disguised way, Feng Zhen was able to rest. He slept at home for a day, and then went to look at the model drawing of the house decoration.

The decoration budget of this house is about 15, which is the money for selling the car at home. Looking at the model room, he subconsciously felt that the price was higher than expected, so he asked about the price of some panels. The other party was his previous customer. He is also an alumnus, so he said that he gave the internal price and thanked him for his help to his son.

Feng Zhen didn't ask any more questions.

On the way back, the news from the taxi was talking about the opening of today’s art exhibition, who was present, who was present, Bosheng joined forces with five Internet companies to announce the establishment of the core fund, and then scrolled to the next text message, saying that the sewer pipe on the road ahead was broken , please detour.

It was the sun at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. The sun passed through the parasol trees and fell on the car, making it mottled. Feng Zhen got out of the car and walked to the Jiming Temple.

This was a whim, so when I arrived, I realized that there was nothing to do, so I went up the city wall again, and finally came down to offer incense.

Now he still has something to ask for, that is, his parents can live a good life there, and in the future, when they come to this world, they will not suffer from the suffering of children like him.

He turned around and came out, only to see a teacher and a female lay were talking, the lady looked over, the two just looked at each other and smiled, and then they were busy with their respective affairs.

Looking back [-] times in the previous life, only in exchange for passing by once today, what kind of fate is it that two people who have nothing to do with each other can get together?So even if the two of them don't have a good ending, they should get together well and leave each other without too much resentment. Feng Zhen looked at the withered cherry blossoms with soft eyes, and he thought again, I don't know what Tokyo is like in this season. , How the cherry blossoms are blooming, whether Chidori Lake is still as beautiful as in the legend, these unknowns are things that make him look forward to.

To live alone, one always needs something to look forward to.

After all, the moment is no longer what we expected.

When he got down the stairs, he saw Zhou Chen standing at the door of the meditation room, talking to a master in cassock. The man seemed to have noticed something, and even if he looked sideways, the master also looked over. He smiled, said something to Zhou Chen, handed over something, and turned to go in.

When Zhou Chen stepped on the stairs and walked towards him step by step, Feng Zhen wondered whether he should go or what.

Since returning from the last spring outing, the two of them seldom meet each other, except for one time whether they want to come to Joe's art exhibition. Sometimes it is rumored that Xiao Heng is between the two of them.

To be honest, he was a little inexplicably cramped, and he even blamed him for being too lax at that time for making such an answer.

This kind of crampedness, Zhou Chen could tell at a glance, this young man was the same as when they first got together, every time he got closer, he would feel a little nervous.

In fact, what they have changed is this outer shell, which has become hard and delicate due to time, pain and guilt, but their hearts are also changing, becoming selfish, and only treating those who are worthy of love and love themselves Giving, they are no longer saints, they know their insignificance, what they want and what they pursue, they also know the impermanence of fate, and they have the awareness to cherish everything.

At this moment, he knew that he could only move forward and get closer to this person.

The shy young man just kept looking at him with a simple smile and didn't say anything.

Zhou Chen felt that he had waited a long time for this day.

"What a coincidence." Zhou Chen smiled, "You are here too."

They went back all the way, and Feng Zhen was surprised why this person was not in Joe's art exhibition. This uncle is actually very competent, and now the gifted boy and foundation created for Joe are paving the way for this child's future.

"Ji Zibai and Xiaolin are over there, I'll take Joe out for a little incense."

A grand event, even Yang Wu invited back, but the person involved was not there, which really whetted the appetite of the audience, "Joe is not good at facing the camera now, so it's good for him." Feng Zhen looked around and asked where is Joe?

"With his grandma." The old lady of the Zhou family lived in France all year round, and she didn't even go back to China when Zhou Chen came out of the closet. It can be seen that she was very attentive to this grandson, "I actually don't know what Yang Wu said to her, but It’s very good now, since she came back yesterday, Xiaolin’s spirit has also improved a lot.”

"Things at the bottom of people's memory are always hard to forget, especially blood relationship." This young man who has been burdened too much can finally let go of some things. Feng is really happy for him, "What have they been talking about recently?"

"not very clear."

"Why don't you ask?"

Zhou Chen shook his head, "You will always know what you should know, or else it's some not so important things."

"You still have a lot of nonsense."

Zhou Chen didn't deny it, and walked closer to Feng Zhen, "How about Lin Tang's wedding?"

"It went well." Thinking that he was about to become an uncle, Feng Zhen had a smile on his face, "The child is also just right. That child should be more like her and be liked."

Zhou Chen didn't have much contact with Lin Tang, but seeing that Feng Zhen and her were already called siblings, he knew that he should pay more attention in the future, "Did your school application get a result?"

"Not yet, there will be results in early May."

They walked through a cherry blossom road with almost no cherry blossoms. Zhou Chen stopped and asked the little girl on the side of the road to take a group photo for them. Meet and talk.

Probably out of habit, Feng Zhen leaned over to look at the photos, only to realize that the photo album on this guy's phone was all about himself. Zhou Chen was also calm and didn't mind being seen.

"Pervert." Feng Zhen cursed in a low voice, his ears turned red, and he took the phone to delete it, but this plan didn't come true until the two of them got in the car, because Zhou Chen had already backed it up, so he flipped through it casually.

There are really many photos here, even the skinny him in the hospital gown, biting his dry lips tightly, his face covered in sweat, his muscles tensed, and he took every step.

It turns out that just looking at it hurts so much, so it seems understandable that I was so desperate that I wanted to give up countless times, thinking about sitting in a wheelchair for the rest of my life.

"It turned out that I looked like this at that time." Feng Zhen watched carefully, stroking the mother standing in the corner. When it came to physiotherapy before, the mother said to go home to cook soup or something, so it turned out that she was watching from the sidelines Look, her back is small, sometimes wiping her eyes, sometimes frowning.

She has always been a woman who looks strong and weak, and can't bear to watch her son's pain and embarrassment.

"Can these be sent to me?"

Zhou Chen naturally agreed.

They didn't go back to their residence, but went to a place. When the car passed the old house, Feng Zhen realized where it was. In Nanjing, there are quite a few scores that hide old buildings like this, and there are serious antiques sold Yes, there are serious tailors, or serious places to store things.

They eventually stopped at a gray bungalow that had just been renovated, a storage place run by an old couple, now a young man.

Zhou Chen went in with him, and said with a smile, "Xiao Luo, this is Feng Zhen, you can look at the photo."

"Mr. Feng, are you here to pick up something?" When Xiao Luo looked over, his eyes were exactly the same as Lao Luo's eyes that seemed to see through everything. Feng Zhen immediately remembered what he had stored here.

It turned out that Zhou Lin didn't take it out either.

Thinking about it, I had a car accident just after returning from Columbia University at that time, Zhou Lin's memory was even more problematic, and the things here were naturally forgotten.

He didn't even think that he had done this before, and he almost forgot how much that young man loved to dream.

You need to pick it up in person or a souvenir here, which is probably why Zhou Chen brought himself here. Feng Zhen said something, checked his fingerprints and face, and finally Ronaldinho entered his account number, and a kraft paper package slipped down the passage. .