The hot pot was eaten until late at night, Tieshan, shrimp boys, chicken feathers, Xiaohai They had already drunk I don't know how many bottles of wine, some of them were lying on the ground with the wine bottles, and some were lying on the table, horizontal and vertical.

Luo Zihan only drank a little, but there was no amount of alcohol, and a little white wine was already crimson and dizzy, so Meng Zihao hugged her, went to his old house next door, and gently put her on the bed. This is where his parents got married, and where he lived for 20 years, although he rarely lives here now, but there is always a shrimp next door to take care of it, so it has always been clean and tidy. This house is very simple, the walls are pasted with layers of newspapers, and on the side of the window, there is a two-meter-wide double wooden bed, the style of the Qing Dynasty, and the outside of the bed is also hung with a lotus-colored gauze curtain, and the wooden paint of the bed has long fallen off, revealing a piece of eye-catching scars, telling the vicissitudes of time. In the middle of the room there was a wooden dining table, four wooden deng, which was where their family of four used to eat. He stared silently, as if he saw his father serving vegetables to his beautiful mother and kind grandmother, but a little boy of six or seven years old pouted and said, "Daddy is biased and won't give me meat!" and then grandma, mom, and dad all laughed and put pieces of meat in his bowl. The little boy had a bright smile on his face, like a little sun. Meng Zihao withdrew his eyes and landed on Luo Zihan's handsome little face, she was already asleep at this time, her slow breathing was even and sweet, her long black eyelashes were curled up, and under her tall nose was a red mouth, she seemed to be still lively in her sleep, showing a sweet smile, Meng Zihao looked at her quietly, gently took her hand and kissed it on her mouth. He suddenly felt that his mood at this moment was so peaceful, so calm, so sweet. He smiled, lowered his head, and kissed deeply, he was going to give her all his love, and all he had, and she was his.

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight after the rain came in warmly and refreshingly, and fell on the face of a young and handsome man on the bed. Meng Zihao opened his eyes and found that Luo Zihan was hugging him tightly, his left arm had been numb by her, as if he had no feeling, but he still didn't move, holding back, for fear of waking her up. Later, I don't know how long it took, Meng Zihao thought that maybe his arm was really broken, and Luo Zihan woke up slowly. She smiled and lay on his chest, and Meng Zihao hurriedly moved his left arm, pretending to be casual on his face.

Luo Zihan asked shyly, "Where is this?"

Meng Zihao said: "This is where our parents gave birth to me. ”

Luo Zihan looked around at the quaint and fresh appearance and suddenly felt very happy, a kind of vicissitudes and encounters of the years collided in her chest, she thought that Meng Zihao's parents were like the two of them at this moment, hugging each other like this, at that time, they must also be very happy, just like her and Meng Zihao now.

Luo Zihan raised his head, looked at Meng Zihao's young and handsome face, and said emotionally: "Zihao, let's get married."

Meng Zihao also stared at her gentle eyes affectionately and said, "I will definitely give you the best wedding" After speaking, he hugged her tightly again and kissed her deeply.