The life of the first year of high school passed quickly, and time sent Fu Hao and Ren Qingsong to the second year of high school non-stop. Compared with the first year of high school, the second year of high school is no different for them, the days are still the same, and the relationship between the two is still the same as back then, like glue.

At the end of the first semester of the second year of high school, they ushered in Fu Hui's sixteenth year old and Ren Qingsong's eighteenth year old during the winter vacation.

"Happy birthday brother, you have to stay with me at the age of eighteen," Fu Wei stuffed the gift that had been prepared a long time ago into Ren Qingsong's arms, and then opened his arms to hug his waist and sandwiched the gift between the two.

Ren Qingsong hugged back, the gift box was a little awkward on the chests of the two, he stayed on Fu Tao's back with one hand, and lifted the gift box with the other, so as not to bother Fu Tao, "Well, I will accompany you at the age of eighteen, and we will not be separated until the age of eighty." ”

The sun outside the window is unusually hot, and when the hot light shines on the two of them through the window, there is no longer the hot temperature of four or five months ago, it is warm, gentle and soft, and the slightest gentle touch makes people irresistible.

Every year, he has to be by Fu Tao's side, which is Ren Qingsong's eighteenth birthday wish.

Because the age of eighteen is a huge dividing line in life, Ren Jiatai and Jin Lan ignored Ren Qingsong's persuasion and did not do it, they did not have many relatives, and in the end, they and Ren Qingsong each took a step back, and the coming-of-age ceremony was to be held, but it was only done at home, only them, Fu Mo and Ren Qingsong.

Ren Jiatai and Jin Lan couldn't resist Ren Qingsong, so they could only nod in agreement.

In the morning, it was the longevity noodles cooked by Jinlan, her cooking skills who don't cook often were not flattering, Fu Wei originally wanted to rub Ren Qingsong's longevity noodles to eat, but a second before Ren Qingsong's chopsticks picked up the longevity noodles and were about to enter her mouth, she reined in and rejected Ren Qingsong's chopsticks.

The appearance of longevity noodles looks no different from ordinary clear water noodles, but the taste smells sweet and sour, with a little bitterness. The most important thing to eat is to have both color and flavor, and now that the color and fragrance are tied one to one, Fu Wei, who is very cowardly when she smells the taste, chooses to abstain, she looks at the color is enough, the taste... She glanced at Ren Qingsong, whose facial features were about to crumple, and the taste should not be good.

At noon, Ren Jiatai, Ren Qingsong and Fu Hui all refused Jin Lan's request to cook, Ren Qingsong was kicked out of the kitchen to accompany Jin Lan, and only Fu Tao and Ren Jiatai were busy in the kitchen.

Ren Jiatai is an authentic R city people, following the practice of R city men will cook, Ren Jiatai has been taught to cook by his parents since he was a child, decades have passed, although the craft may not have progressed much, but it will not regress, compared with before, the skillful taste color and fragrance, better than many star restaurants outside.

He was skillfully busy by the stove, and Fu Yu wanted to go and give him a hand, but Ren Jiatai lovingly refused.

"Yiyi, you don't know how to cook, just let Dad come," he said and snatched the half-peeled garlic in Fu Wei's hand, and then slapped it twice with a kitchen knife and began to peel it.

The client is well protected at home, and the most he does in the kitchen is to wash vegetables, so that now Fu Mo wants to cook for Ren Qingsong, but he doesn't have enough courage to admit the fact that he can do it.

In the end, she quit the kitchen and went to the living room to watch TV with Jin Lan and Ren Qingsong.

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Ren Qingsong took advantage of the time when Fu Mo and Jin Lan were watching TV in the living room, and took the time to go back to the room to open the gifts, the box that Fu Mo gave him was not big, only the size of A5 paper, and he used a paper cutter to cut it along the middle of the scotch tape around the box, revealing a small book spread out inside.

The book is not big together.,There's only a few thin pages of paper inside.,Each page has a Song font written carefully by Fu Hui.,On the first page, the names of the two people,Also carefully use bold characters.,At first glance, it's really the same thing.。 Trade Winds Literature Network

"I'm ugly, you can't laugh at me," Fu Wei didn't know when he was already standing by the door, pulling the door frame, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"No, you draw very beautifully," Ren Qingsong beckoned her over, held her in his arms, flipped the small book with a red shell to the first page, looked at the red background photo of the two side by side, and chuckled softly, "Wait another four years, and we can make it real." ”

Fu Hui gave him a marriage certificate drawn by herself, from cutting paper to writing, all done by herself, in order to study the marriage certificate thoroughly inside and out, she also went to Jin Lan to borrow their marriage certificate for reference.

Jin Lan's marriage certificate was accidentally lost before, and she only went to reissue it with Ren Jiatai more than a year ago, so she is not afraid that the marriage certificate is not the same as the current one.

"Then brother, grow up quickly, I can't wait," Fu Mo sighed in his arms, the red background photo of the two was the photo on the admission ticket for their independent enrollment secretly taken by Fu Hui, Ren Qingsong more than a year ago was still very young compared to now, with the shyness of his age.

When he took the photo, he looked at Fu Wei and smiled, his eyebrows were crooked, hanging his unspoken love, and his eyes seemed to have thousands of miles of stars, shining.

Because Ren Qingsong's photo was torn from the admission ticket, the corner of the photo still has a steel seal, and Fu Wei uses another new photo, she is on the left and he is on the right, and the collage is just like Jin Lan's marriage certificate, and the corner of the man's photo has a steel seal.

It's very realistic.

"You also have to grow up quickly, and we will replace it with real in four years," Ren Qingsong rested his chin on the top of Fu Yuan's head, and when he lowered his eyes, he could see her slender fingers covering his hand, and the cold white skin that was one degree different from each other was overlapped together, unexpectedly harmonious.

"I don't need to, I can be slow, after all, I'm seven days older than you," Fu Mo turned his head and pinched his nose, pretending to be dissatisfied: "At that time, I will have to wait for you to get the certificate for seven days, it's really difficult, why can't you be born a few days earlier?" ”

Ren Qingsong still has to wait four full years to reach the legal age of marriage, while Fu Wei only needs to wait three years and three hundred and fifty-eight days.

It doesn't seem like it's up to him to decide...

So, Ren Qingsong picked up Fu Lan from behind, regardless of her struggle, and hugged her in front of Jin Lan, he deliberately shook her, and urged in his mouth: "Ask." ”

Fu Mo turned his head and glared, his face didn't know whether he was blushing or angry.

Jin Lan, who was sitting on the sofa, obviously didn't understand what they meant, and asked curiously: "What to ask, in front of my mother, there is nothing that I can't ask." ”

"Nothing."

"One by one, she wants to ask you, why didn't you give birth to me seven days earlier, so that she would have to wait for me for seven days if she wanted to pull the marriage certificate in the future."

The two spoke together, but as far as Jin Lan's eyes were concerned, all she could hear was Ren Qingsong's words.

"Brother! You..."