With the development of the times, society has become more and more prosperous, and people are constantly pursuing high material and high enjoyment. Now, during the Spring Festival, there is no such state of full of New Year's flavor as in the past, and more often, the festival has become a lazy reason for people to sleep until dawn without going to work. This is the case during the Spring Festival, not to mention the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Now the merchants are also very shrewd, all kinds of nightclubs, bars, have played such as the Mid-Autumn Festival half price or free alcohol such as the slogan to attract customers, so that many young people hurriedly eat a meal at home, then call a bunch of fox friends and dog friends out to enjoy the chic.

The Yan family is different. Old man Yan attaches great importance to the traditional festivals of China, and the Mid-Autumn Festival naturally requires the family to get together to have a festival.

Eating moon cakes, watching the Mid-Autumn Festival party, and chatting about family life, it also seems very harmonious. Even Old Man Yan took out a military high-powered telescope with great interest and stood in the courtyard to study the moon.

"Grandpa, I found that as long as it is a person, he will deceive people, and no one dares to say that he has never deceived people in his life." Yan Murong looked up at the moon like a jade plate and said with a sigh.

"Oh? What do you want to say? Old Man Yan put down the binoculars in his hand, sat on the small horse that Yan Murong had moved, and asked with interest.

"Nothing." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I just remember when I was a child, you told me a story, saying that Chang'e lives on the moon, but it's beautiful. If I am obedient, you will marry Chang'e to me as a wife. If I don't obey, you will let Yutu take me away and put it in the mortar of the medicine and crush it - I only now understand that I have already fallen into your way at such a young age, and every day I tell those guys in the school that my grandfather is the president of the country, and my grandfather says that he wants Chang'e to marry me as his wife. ”

"Haha, you little thing, what years have you been here, do you still remember?" Old Man Yan was relieved, looking at Yan Murong and laughing, his face couldn't help but show a look of memory.

"Of course." Yan Murong also smiled. "It's a shame to think about it now, at that time, I couldn't even snap a snapshot of the north that I was fooled by you - old man, you don't talk much, I'm so old in the blink of an eye, I haven't even seen Chang'e's face."

"What? Are you still not satisfied with the girl who dances lightly? Old Man Yan asked. That girl is no worse than Chang'e, right? Didn't the people outside call that girl the first beauty in Yanjing? Are you not satisfied with marrying the first beauty of Yanjing? ”

"Chang'e is the lover of my dreams." Yan Murong joked with a serious face.

"And who is your idol?" Old Man Yan also made a rare joke, and then changed the conversation and asked. "There's no one else here, just the two of us, talk to grandpa, why don't you sleep with that girl who dances lightly? You are husband and wife, how can husband and wife not sleep together? ”

"Uh-man, you'd better study the moon." Yan Murong quickly changed the topic.

"What is there to study about the moon." Old Man Yan didn't give up, looked at Yan Murong and said. "You see, grandpa is also old, and I don't know how many years I have to live, if you drag me for another ten or eight years, won't I even see my great-grandson?" ――

Whether it is coercion or temptation, tactful and sensational, anyway, after Yan Murong was fooled by the old man, he called Su Qingwu over at the old man's suggestion and was fooled by the old man together.

In short, the end result was that the two agreed to sleep in the same bed.

When Yan Tong took over a few screws handed over by Old Man Yan with a wicked smile, Yan Murong suddenly felt as if he understood something.

Although the two have a new house to get married, Yan Murong's room is still there, and even the bed in the house has not been changed, but the bed is big enough to sleep two people.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and even such a big moon couldn't shine in, and the room was pitch black, except for Su Qingwu's nervous and rapid breathing, there was no movement. One bed, two people, two quilts, and then just lay quietly.

"Are you asleep?" Su Qingwu suddenly asked, with a hint of uneasiness in her tone.

"It's coming." Yan Murong said angrily.

"Shall we talk, then?"

"Huh? Chat? ”

Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and didn't expect that Su Qingwu would take the initiative to ask to chat with him, which is a strange thing.

"What do you want to talk about?" Yan Murong asked.

"Anything goes." Su Qingwu said softly, then sighed again, turned around, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "I want to know, what am I really like in your heart? Why do you see me like a mouse sees a cat? ”

"Bah, you're a mouse." Yan Murong yelled like a cat with its tail stepped on. "Do you think I'm really afraid? Damn, let me tell you, there is no man who is afraid of his wife in this world, that is respect, do you understand respect? ”

"Giggles." Su Qingwu suddenly laughed. "I didn't say anything, what are you in a hurry to explain? Is it because I sued you a few times when I was young, and you have a psychological shadow? ”

"It's all strange if you don't." Yan Murong began to vomit bitterness with an aggrieved face. "Tell me what you do? You're happy, but it's me every time you're beaten, do you know what it's like to be whipped with a belt? -- What's worse is that even if I was beaten, I was beaten inexplicably-- I've seen a black gun, but I've never seen you shoot a black gun like this. ”

"I'm that kind of person in your heart?" Su Qingwu asked faintly.

"And who do you think you are?" Yan Murong was like a barrel of dynamite, and after being silent for many years, he was suddenly lit by Su Qingwu, turned over, looked at Su Qingwu and said. "It's you, are you cool?"

"I'm sorry." Su Qingwu said suddenly.

"Don't talk about those—huh? Are you apologizing to me? Yan Murong was suddenly stunned, a little unable to believe what his ears heard.

What did she say? She said sorry to me?

"Yes, I said I'm sorry." Su Qingwu said seriously. "I thought about what my grandfather said in the evening, and suddenly found that we didn't look like a husband and wife at all, but more like the kind of people who met people who were both familiar and strangers who only said hello."

Yan Murong looked surprised, and suddenly found that this woman was weird tonight, so she stretched out her hand and touched Su Qingwu's forehead, and muttered. "It's not hot, why do you always talk nonsense?"