What are the most popular questions these days? If you had 10 million, what would you spend? Or if you were asked to be God for a week, what would you do?

No, the most popular question today is - are you happy?

Are you happy? What is happiness?

Some people say that happiness is that cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, and Ultraman fights little monsters.

Yan Murong has eaten fish and meat, although he has never fought a small monster, but he has seen a lot of black bears and wild wolves in the deep mountains and old forests, and he has also fought a lot.

Is this happiness?

Obviously not - Yan Murong felt that after you came back again after you were away from home for many years, there was a woman who loved you, a wife or mother hugged you and cried bitterly while telling her feelings of longing, and a father called Lao Yanzi looked at you with a serious face and did not say a word, but his eyes were red - this is called happiness.

"You two, hurry up and get into the house." Yan Canghai looked at the mother and son who were hugging each other and said softly.

"Dad." Yan Murong looked at Yan Canghai and called softly.

"Well, it's good to come back." Yan Canghai nodded in response, his eyes reddened again.

It's not that he doesn't want his son. Although he has been in a high position for a long time, he is also a father, how can there be a reason why a father does not want his son? It's just that he's not good at expressing himself.

"yes, yes, get inside." Guo Wanjun let go of Yan Murong and touched a handful of snot and tears with her sleeve very unimaged. "Son, go home quickly, your grandfather has been in poor health recently, and he is still resting, when he wakes up, you will go to see him, the old man has been nagging you all these years, and now he finally looks forward to you back."

"Grandpa is alright?" Yan Murong asked.

"It's fine." Guo Wanjun casually pulled the hair that was crying and messing up on Yan Murong just now, and said. "It's just that I'm old, and there are some diseases that the elderly are prone to, but there is nothing wrong with it, the old man has been riding horses all his life, and he is well maintained, and his body is still healthy, but he is old and sleepy."

"That's good." Yan Murong nodded.

I haven't seen my grandfather who has doted on me since I was a child for eight years, and I don't want it to be fake.

"The old man's body is fine, I'll help him massage it when I go back, and then acupuncture a few times, and there will be no big problem."

"yes." Guo Wanjun slapped her face. "I forgot that my family studied medicine."

"By the way, son, you go back to your room to rest first, Mom will cook food for you, I haven't eaten Mom's food for so many years, right?"

"Wait, there's a surprise for you." Saying that, Guo Wanjun was like a naughty little girl, winking at Yan Murong.

For her mother, Yan Murong couldn't understand even if she wanted to break her head, what did she think at the beginning, why would she marry her dull father?

Anyway, she was also the first beauty in Yanjing at the beginning, and the people chasing her had to take a few years even if they queued up to get the number, why couldn't she think about it so much, and fell in love with her father?

Yan Murong didn't disturb the old man's rest, but went back to his room first according to Guo Wanjun's instructions.

"Crunch." There was a soft sound from some old wooden doors, and Yan Murong had already pushed open the door of the room.

"Smack." A dull sound sounded, and the large canvas bag in his hand fell to the ground.

On the handsome face, the pair of originally good-looking Danfeng eyes were open, and their mouths could almost be stuffed with an egg.

"This is my room?" Yan Murong looked at the layout of the room that had been away for a long time and was familiar with it, and said to himself.

This joke was too big - looking at the pink sheets on his bed that could barely be regarded as a double bed, and the two pink hellokitty pillows on it, Yan Murong felt a little hypoxic in his brain.

Is this your own room?

Fiddling with the curtains that were still pink, Yan Murong couldn't believe it in her heart—where was this her room? This is obviously the princess's boudoir in the fairy tale world.

Is my mother mistaken, or has I been wandering around in the mountains for a long time, and I can't keep up with the trend of this era after being out of society for too long?

However, don't people say on the news that Huaxia is a small change in five years, a big change in ten years, and he has been away for less than eight years, so why has his room changed dramatically?

"Mom, what's going on in my room?" Yan Murong didn't even have time to change his clothes and shoes, so he shouted and ran downstairs - he wanted to find out what happened to his room?

"Click" - it was not his mother Guo Wanjun who answered him, but the gate of the villa.

The door opened, and in came a woman, a woman in a black professional suit.

The tall figure, the delicate cheeks that are more beautiful than those female stars who have put on makeup on TV, the long hair is highlighted and dyed burgundy, and the high-end black professional suit, so that the woman who just came in shows the demeanor of a professional strong woman all over her body.

On the bridge of her nose, she wore a pair of flat goggles when driving, which made her more attractive on the basis of a professional woman.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

A man and a woman asked as they stared at each other with big eyes at the same time.

"Huh? Light Dance is back? ”

Just when the two looked at each other like cockfights and waited for an answer, Guo Wanjun, who was busy in the kitchen, poked his head out and looked at the woman at the door and exclaimed in surprise.

"Crackling" - After a burst of pots and pans collided, Guo Wanjun trotted over while wiping his hands on his apron, grabbed Yan Murong's arm, and dragged him in front of the woman.

"Murong, don't you remember the light dance? She is Su Qingwu. ”

"Are you Su Qingwu?"

"Are you Yan Murong?"

A man and a woman exclaimed at the same time once again with a tacit understanding.

"Oh, you're really in love, and you're in love—that." Guo Wanjun tilted her head and thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't think of any adjectives, so she changed the topic and said. "Murong, how is it, surprise? Let me tell you a bigger surprise, Qingwu has been waiting for you for so many years, after my proposal, and then through the discussion of the three Standing Committee members of the Yan Family Compound, it was finally unanimously decided that you will get married immediately. ”

"What?"

This time, it was obvious that the two had no tacit understanding, Su Qingwu just showed a faint smile, but Yan Murong's face changed greatly.

Tie the knot? Or right away? Mom, that's the surprise you're talking about?

This is surprise, where is the joy?

"No, no, Mom, I can't get married." Yan Murong looked at Su Qingwu as if he saw a tiger, and his head shook faster than the frequency of the stumbling young man who had been drugged.

"Murong, what's wrong with you?" Guo Wanjun looked at Yan Murong suspiciously. "Qingwu has been waiting for you for so many years, why can't you get married?"

"It's ain, Mom, I can't get married." Yan Murong was speechless for a long time before he said. "Look, you said to get the certificate immediately, it's impossible, it's almost six o'clock, and the Civil Affairs Bureau has already left work."

"So you're worried about that." Guo Wanjun smiled even more happily, and the young face that didn't talk was full of smiles.

"Don't worry, son, when you went upstairs just now, I already called Director Cheng of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and he will come over in person to help you get a marriage certificate."

As if in response to Guo Wanjun's words, there was a knock on the door of the villa again, and a man about fifty years old, with a beer belly almost stretched his shirt open, walked in accompanied by the guards.

It wasn't until the guard had retreated that the man smiled flatteringly.

"Mrs. Guo, hello, hello, how is Secretary Yan? How is the old chief? I'm Cheng Li, you called me just now, I'm a little late, I'm really sorry. ”

Yan Murong looked at the fat director's oily and pink face and bald head, and wanted to go up and kick his feet.

If you don't have an IQ, don't learn from other people's baldness, and you don't shoot like this, it's me who wants to get married, not my mother, why didn't you come here without asking my opinion?

But because his mother and father were both at the scene, Yan Murong had no choice but to give up the idea of beating the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and sat on the sofa with a bitter face.