flying planet

Jian Boxiu's health seems to be getting better recently, and I don't know if it's a flashback. Everyone dare not mention it, and they don't want to mention it. In fact, most of them are tacit understanding.

After Jian Shi's situation stabilized, Lian Qiao devoted herself to accompanying Jian Boxiu to take care of her elderly, and Jian Lin Zhao shared half of Jian Xinglai's career pressure, so she had to leave her overseas winery alone, remembering that she flew over overnight to get a few bottles Good wine back.

Jian Linzhao and Jian Boxiu both know about Jian Xinglai's single-minded desire to get married, but there is no relevant law in China. According to Jian Xinglai's thinking, a ceremony has to be done without a piece of paper. There is no shortage of sedan chairs.

Ye Xiwu still feels a little unreal after knowing that Jian Xinglai "hates marriage" so much, it's not that he doesn't want to get married, it's just that Ye Xiwu hasn't mentioned this matter to anyone. He lives in his hometown in W City. The old lady had the final say on everything, and Ye Xiwu didn't hide her sexuality. The old lady was a little surprised at first, but after a long time, she knew that her son was serious, so she slowly accepted it.

After all, my son has suffered for so many years and gave up a lot for the sake of his family. Now that he is finally getting better, as long as Ye Xiwu is happy, why would a mother not be happy?

"Want to have a drink?" Zhong Ying waited on her flowers, distracted from talking to her son.

Ye Xiwu was actually not sure how big the wine was going to be, so she could only give a vague "hmm".

Zhong Ying was not easy to fool: "In what name?" The scissors in her hand were new, and they cut off a flower branch very quickly with a "click".

"..." Ye Xiwu was a little terrified, "Be careful."

Zhong Ying "clicked" and cut another one.

Ye Xiwu: "..."

Zhong Ying clapped her hands in fear, and said calmly: "The ceremony should be what it is, but I have made it clear that marriage is not a marriage, and my family is also a son. If you don't bring it into his house, you will become his family."

Ye Xiwu coughed and held back her smile: "That's for sure, I can afford to marry him."

Zhong Ying rolled her eyes at her son and complained, "When will you bring it back? Ugly daughters-in-law have to see their parents-in-law too."

Because of her father's health, Zhong Ying hardly ever left City W, so Jian Xinglai had to come to City W to meet her in person.

What Zhong Ying meant was not to go out to the restaurant, and she cooked a meal herself, which was considered a sincerity of meeting. After Ye Xiwu said this, Jian Xinglai obviously became nervous.

"Let's just go early." Ye Xiwu was very big-hearted. He sent Wen Hua to Jian Linzhao early this morning, and now he and Jian Xing came to pack the luggage for about two or three days.

It turned out that the "mother-in-law" was too nervous, and the 28-inch suitcase was full of gifts that Jian Xing had prepared alone.

Faced with a bunch of "high-end" products, Ye Xiwu really had a headache, and Jian Xinglai was still asking people to move in.

"I bought a few good flower pots." Jian Xing asked someone to bring the flower pots in, and explained, "The master's craftsmanship of the imperial kiln gold bricks."

Ye Xiwu: "..." He didn't understand, what kind of flowers should be planted in a flowerpot made of bricks worth [-] to [-] pieces?

Jian Xinglai seemed to think that this was a normal thing, and asked the masters to move the flower pots up.

Ye Xiwu sighed: "If you want to bring in more things, we have to follow a truck."

Jian Xinglai really thought about it seriously: "How about I go to hire a truck now?"

Ye Xiwu: "..."

Fortunately, it didn't get to the point of ordering a truck in the end. Ye Xiwu drove Jian Xing's big G, the back was full of things, and arranged for a van, and finally brought all the things.

The two of them left at noon and arrived in City W in the evening. When driving along the lake, Jian Xinglai lowered the window of the car.

"When I was young, I often came to this place on holidays." Ye Xiwu pointed out to him while driving, "At that time, the roads were not yet built, and the infrastructure was even worse."

Jian Xinglai didn't speak, he squinted his eyes in the lake wind, and suddenly reached out to stroke Ye Xiwu's disheveled hair.

"I grew up here." Ye Xiwu said slowly with a smile, "I have brought you back now."

Ye Xiwu bought Zhong Ying a villa in the suburbs when she first started her career. The old lady loves flowers and plants, and the yard in front is well-kept.

Jian Xing came to instruct the workers to take all the things off the car. Ye Xiwu stood in the garden, and he looked at Zhong Ying's flowers with his waist down. moving.

Jian Xing came to his side, lowered his head and enjoyed the flowers with him.

"Why don't you go in?" Ye Xiwu asked teasingly.

Jian Xinglai: "How can I get in if you don't go in?"

Ye Xiwu smiled: "You carry so many things, you can get in without me."

Jian Xinglai didn't speak, Ye Xiwu suddenly bent down, he picked a rose flower, and put it in Jian Xinglai's ear.

Zhong Ying was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the workers coming in one after another, putting down their things, and going out like ants in waves. There were all kinds of gift boxes piled up under her feet, and there were various styles on the table. The purple clay pot, the whole person has not recovered.

Ye Xiwu dragged Jian Xing into the room, and Zhong Ying looked up at the two of them.

"Are you moving?" Zhong Ying asked helplessly.

Ye Xiwu: "If you want to move, I will give you a new house. These are all gifts."

Zhong Ying glanced at Jian Xinglai, and said meaningfully: "It's fine for people to come, why bring so many things?"

Ye Xiwu didn't speak, just laughed. He helped the workers tidy up their things, and brought tea for Jian Xinglai and Zhong Ying.

Jian Xing came to sit on the sofa on the other side, not sure if she was nervous, she didn't take off the rose, just put on a flower and sat with Zhong Ying facing each other.

Zhong Ying looked at him for a long time, then her eyes fell on the flowers beside Jian Xinglai's ear, she suddenly smiled and asked, "Do you like flowers?"

Jian Xinglai didn't show any expression, just nodded: "I like it."

Zhong Ying smiled gently, and she said, "Flowers match you very well."

Jian Xinglai was stunned for a moment, and finally came to his senses. He reached out his hand to take off the rose, but he was reluctant to move it when he touched it. He could only pretend to brush his hair, and continued to wear it.

Zhong Ying laughed aloud this time, she clapped her hands, and she was in a great mood: "I killed a chicken on purpose today, and the soup has been simmering all morning, you should drink more later."

The old lady said that she cooks by herself, but in the final analysis, it was all about making soup, and Ye Xiwu was the one who actually went into the kitchen to cook.After his father suffered a stroke, he became completely demented. Zhong Ying has been taking care of him for so many years. Even though he hired a nanny, the old lady took care of the food and water himself.

Father Ye was pushed out in a wheelchair by the nanny to bask in the sun. His clothes were clean, his nails were neat, and even his hair was meticulous.

Ye Xiwu didn't let Jian Xing come into the kitchen to help, so Jian Xing had to accompany the two elderly people to look at the flowers and plant grass in the yard. Zhong Ying seemed to like the way he wore flowers very much, and didn't let him take them off from the beginning to the end. .

The old lady was pruning the roses, picked the best dozen branches and cut them off, tied them up and placed them on Father Ye's wheelchair. Jian Xinglai couldn't help much, so he could only watch dryly.

"That's how life is." Zhong Ying said suddenly while cutting the flowers, "When his father had an accident, I thought the sky was falling, but you see, even if the old man is like this, he can still hold a bouquet of flowers for me."

Zhong Ying raised her head, she looked at Jian Xinglai, the wrinkles at the end of her eyes looked like flowers, she calmly said: "Since you wear my son's flowers, you have to wear them for a lifetime, you can't take them off halfway."