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When Yang Haitao went back, Wu's mother had already put dinner on the table, he glanced at it, and looked upstairs again: "Why can't Jingxing come down?"

Song Ran looked at him: "Brother Jingxing has returned to the army, he just finished his mission, and he has a bunch of things to report back, so I asked him to come over early tomorrow morning." ”

Yang Haitao nodded: "Well, that's good, on the day of my sister's big day, important people must be present." ”

Song Ran waved his hand: "Don't worry, oh yes, Mother Wu, have you prepared the dowry for my sister or something?"

Song Xuan glanced at her: "Yo, I remembered that my dowry was here, and I asked you to go out with us to buy a few days ago, but you refused to go." ”

Song Ran smiled humbly: "I hope my concern will not be too late." ”

Song Xuan glanced at her: "It's late, it's all prepared by Mother Wu, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

Song Ran hurriedly ran to the other side of the table and rubbed her shoulders and knocked her back: "Sister, just forgive me, you know, his life and death are uncertain, my mind is really messed up, I can't concentrate on anything, the art troupe gave me a few TV interviews, and I pushed them all." ”

Song Xuan still showed her face: "My sister who has taken care of you for more than ten years is not as good as an outsider, I am really a failure." ”

Song Ran hurriedly upstaired her: "It's better than it, you are more important than Gu Jingxing, we are a relationship where blood is thicker than water, how can he be compared to you?"

Song Xuan sighed: "You will coax me with your mouth, flamboyant." ”

Song Ran said coquettishly: "Sister, aren't you angry?"

Song Xuan pinched her face: "Okay, let's have dinner, you don't have to worry about it, Mother Wu has prepared everything for me." ”

Yang Haitao coughed lightly: "Then ...... tonight"

Mother Wu hurriedly said: "The bride wants to live in her own house today, Xiaoxuan, you have to sleep in your own room tonight, and let Haitao come to pick you up tomorrow, you know?"

Song Xuan's face flushed: "I know, I originally planned to live in my own house." ”

After dinner, Yang Haitao sneaked into the kitchen and whispered to Wu's mother, who was washing the dishes: "Wu's mother, can you go to Tianzifang for a while?"

Mother Wu's hand moved: "Haven't you given up yet? Mr., I guess he really won't come." ”

Yang Haitao looked solemn: "I went there in the afternoon, I said a lot, I think Song Xuan's father is somewhat touched, and there is still someone to wake him up, can you go again?"

Mother Wu glanced at him: "I don't want Xiaoxuan to have any regrets, right?"

Yang Haitao smiled and nodded: "Her mother is gone, if her father doesn't come again, I know that she will definitely be sad in her heart, I ......"

Wu's mother nose was a little sour: "Well, I'll go over in a while, I must tell my husband well, and strive to let him come over." ”

Yang Haitao said gratefully: "Thank you." ”

Mother Wu's eyes were a little wet: "Silly boy, thank you, I also want to make Xiaoxuan happy." ”

Out of the kitchen, in the hall, the two sisters went upstairs arm in arm, Yang Haitao looked at them quietly, thanked them, both of them brought him happiness, if it weren't for Song Ran, I'm afraid Song Xuan really wouldn't marry him.

He didn't call them, but went out, out of the small courtyard, and into his own yard, where the snow had not yet melted, and the air was cold but fresh, and he sat on the steps of the door, and looked up to see the occasional shining star.

Yang Shaodong feels that life is so fulfilling.