traditional marriage abo

Fa'an sat on a soft sofa cushion with a notebook in front of him.

This book looks old, and it is.The surface of the paper has been rubbed so that it is no longer smooth, and has a rough and heavy texture. It records the experience of practicing tea art under the guidance of tutors since Fa'an was a child.

There are also many tea types and comparisons that he recorded.

This book is undoubtedly very precious. It was written by Fa An himself, but it has no practical value for Fa An himself. The knowledge recorded on it has been stored in his mind.

He hesitated, nodding his round fingertips up and down the notebook, and nodded after thinking for a moment.

"Okay," he murmured to himself, "Fan Ansehive Nickland's good deeds a day."

After making his decision, Fa'an quickly stood up, holding the book in his arms, and went to Anglia's bedroom, but was stopped by the bodyguard at the door.

Due to the particularity of this young master, Anglia's father greeted Principal Li An, and the school arranged a dormitory for him.

"Master Nickland, what can you do?"

Bodyguard A asked in a friendly voice. It's not that he didn't want Fa'an to come in. It's just that Anglia is probably still angry in the room at this time. It's really not a good time to meet.

Coincidentally, Fa'an didn't intend to see him either.

"Give this to Anglia." He handed out the book in his arms, and fondled the cover of the note with his fingertips, "Tell him this is a record about the tea ceremony... before he throws away this note or Before tearing it up."

The two bodyguards looked at each other, and they both bent down to Fa'an.

"Thank you for your help, we will pass it on to the young master."

They looked solemn, and the thanks on their faces did not seem fake, but they did not say that they would not let Anglia destroy the notebook... They also had no confidence in this.

Fa'an didn't expect them to make any promises, so he simply nodded and left.

When he returned to the dormitory, he sighed, rolled around on the bed, and began to call his dear general.

But he couldn't make a video call, so he had to settle for the next best thing and leave a message to Andre limply.

"Husband." He called willfully, "I did a good thing today."

"Should be a good thing, right? — probably not going to get great results, but I think it should."

"That's what my parents taught me..."

He said a lot in a mess, and after venting his dissatisfaction with the notebook full of handwriting, he began to think of what to say. For Andre, he always had endless things to say.

There is no class in the afternoon, and Fa'an has already had lunch.The feeling of satiety slowed down the blood supply to the brain, and he yawned, with clear tears from the corners of his eyes, feeling a little sleepy.

His one-way video invitation was still open, but he couldn't wait for a reply, and the terminal display was completely black.

When Nan Bai came back, Fa'an was already lying on the bed and fast asleep. He covered Fa'an with a quilt lightly, took a short rest in the dormitory, and then gently closed the door to go out for the afternoon class.

After he left, there was only the slight sound of the thermostat running in the huge dormitory, accompanied by Fa'an's shallow breathing, rising and falling in the quiet air.

After a long time, the terminal on Fa'an's wrist beeped softly, the projection popped up silently, and the video was connected.

"Baby, I..."

Andre unbuttoned the collar button of his military uniform with one hand, and the sound stopped abruptly after he randomly scanned the projected image.

At the other end of the video, Fa'an is lying on the quilt.He didn't even change into his pajamas, and the beige uniform shawl made his small face very soft.He wrapped his arms around the quilt under his body, rolled it up like a towel roll, and hugged it in his arms, leaning his face against it, half of his face was sensual due to squeezing, his rosy lips were slightly opened, It looks meaty.

Through the opening and closing of the lips and teeth, one can vaguely see the bright red tip of the tongue inside.Fa'an's long eyelashes fluttered occasionally, like a gust of wind blowing over the wings of a butterfly—the long, straightened blond hair, as he wanted, spread all over the bed, like a soft net, The Sleeping Beauty who was sleeping peacefully was caged in the general's heart.

Across the video, Andre's movements involuntarily slowed down.He stared intently at Fa'an for a long time, then smiled slowly, raised his hand, and Xuankong gently stroked his young fiancee's cheek.

Faan had a dream.

Maybe it was because he was always thinking about the past recently, he dreamed about the time when his parents had just left.

Fa'an's parents are a very elegant male Omega. In him, a series of virtues advocated by the empire, such as intellectuality, dignity and family care, can be found in him.

He and General Nickland were in the same family, and they made a marriage contract very early, and there were no twists and turns during the period.As soon as the wedding day comes, they form a family, love each other naturally, and have children.

Parents have always been in poor health and often fell ill. The real serious illness was when Fa An was four years old. After that, Fa An passed away after his fifth birthday.

The memory at that time is not very clear, and the dream is just a sky full of dark clouds.The rain kept falling, and the originally cozy house suddenly became empty. The air pressure was so low that dragonflies could not open their wings to fly in the rain.

Five-year-old Faan didn't cry against the expressionless father, next to his sobbing brother.He comforted little Orr, and worked hard with the home robot to maintain the decoration of the home as if his parents were still there.

The funeral was delayed for a while because of his father's paranoia. Fa'an dressed himself and Orr in black dresses, and went to watch his mother and father leave in a dignified way.

The sky is gray, the stele is gray, and the whole cemetery is also dark and cold.The rain was winding on the wooden coffin, and the people who came to express their condolences held black umbrellas, and one after another of the black umbrellas shrouded their heads like clouds, gathering the last ray of bright light.

A lady came forward to offer flowers, sobbed softly, and then turned to replace someone else.There were more and more white daisies on the wooden coffin, and finally the silent crowd finally began to flow, the black cloud above the head squirmed away, and the coffin was buried by mud.

Fa'an's little back was straight, holding little Orr's cold hand, and holding an umbrella with the other hand.The canopy of the umbrella was slanted, completely enveloping Orr beside him.

Half of his body was soaked by the rain, and there were wet spots on his cheeks.

In the vast rain, there are only gray, black, and pink in front of my eyes.

……Pink?

Fa'an's heart skipped a beat, he raised his head in confusion, and saw a bouquet of carnations in full bloom.

Five-year-old Fa'an couldn't recognize this kind of flower. He stared for a long time before he followed the bony hand that patiently held the bouquet and saw 15-year-old Andre.

The 15-year-old Andre is thin and tall.Someone behind him held an umbrella for him, and he leaned over and inserted the carnation into the pocket of Fa'an's small suit who had not moved for a long time.

"This is a carnation, a flower seed left over from ancient times. The language of the flower is the love for the mother that will never be forgotten."

They met at Fa'an's birthday party not long ago, and this was their second meeting.

Andre's leaning action exposed his upper body to the rain, but he didn't care.The rain wetted the ends of his black hair, and Andre wiped away the wet water on Fa'an's little face little by little, and gave him his first hug after the death of his mother and father.

"Goodbye."

He didn't say anything more, just patted Fa'an's back lightly with his palm, got up and left.

Fa'an's gaze unconsciously followed his back, and not long after Andre turned to leave, a servant hurried over and squatted down to hold up an umbrella for Fa'an and Orr.

He watched Andre's back disappear completely, and then realized that he was no longer in the rain.He raised his head dully, and saw a big umbrella propped up on his tilted small umbrella, completely blocking the cold rain outside.

……

"Well……"

Fa'an blinked, waking up from his sleep.

A gray dream quickly dissipated as he woke up. Fa'an rubbed the quilt in a bit of confusion, and groaned under the quilt like a kitten washing its face for a long time, before dazedly wiping the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. tears.

"Finally woke up?" Andre's voice sounded, calling fondly, "Napping cat."

Fa'an's movements froze suddenly, he immediately closed his wide open yawning mouth, and then turned his head around looking for something as if unable to react.

A sleepy curled hair swayed left and right with his movements, and Andre laughed lowly, and Fa'an finally found his admiral from the projection above.

"Andre!"

He let out a joyful cry, and the remaining sadness in the dream disappeared in an instant. He blushed from sleep, and moved towards the direction of the projection like a small animal that just got out of a cave and felt insecure.

"Where did you go just now?" He complained coquettishly, "I fell asleep waiting for you!"

"I'm busy saving money for my wife, baby."

Andre looked at him with a smile, "The baby did a good thing today?"

He sat in the control room and listened to his young fiancée's message, with a dense stack of nova observation reports under his palm, but the admiral, who has always been known for his hard work, failed to read a few words, and couldn't help but stare at Fa'an He looked at his sleeping face for a long time.

A slight babble from the intended little wife can make the stern-faced general immediately look up from the report in his hand, not to mention that the other party calls his name loudly in his dream.

As it is now-

"Andre."

Fa'an didn't answer what he said, but asked in a sticky manner.

"What was your last sentence?"

The general reacted for a moment, "I said, I need to save money for my wife."

"You remove the last word~"

"I need a wife?"

"Remove the first four words!"

Andre paused, and looked at Fa'an helplessly.

Fa'an's eyes were shining, and he looked straight at him, with undisguised expectation in his eyes.

"Okay." Andre finally pampered him once, and said these two words from his lips very slowly, "wife."