1268 Do You Know What It Means to Get Married? (8)
Gu Xiyan pursed his lips and continued: "Maybe there is a person who is better than me to you, and you like him?" ”
She is too young, how can she know what to like or dislike at this age.
He was afraid that she was just a simple dependence, the throbbing of adolescence.
When she goes to college and meets more people, she will find that there are actually more people in the world who are better than him and better than him.
At that time, the object of her liking changed.
"Why would Uncle say that?" Yun Niannian frowned slightly, obviously disapproving: "I don't like everyone either." ”
"And what about after that?" Gu Xiyan asked: "Three years, five years, ten years later...... Are you sure you're still going to like me? ”
"I'm thirty years old, not young. If I'm sure I'm with you, it's a lifetime thing. Gu Xiyan said as he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he felt that he had taken advantage of this girl.
He didn't have the capital to spend three years, five years, and ten years with her.
"Uncle is worried that I won't like you in the future?"
Gu Xiyan was silent and acquiesced.
"I will, I'll always like Uncle." Excited, Yun Niannian grabbed Gu Xiyan's hand and assured in a trembling voice: "Uncle, really." ”
"If you're afraid, when I go to college, we'll get married."
Tie the knot?
Hearing these two words, Gu Xiyan's eyes trembled.
The words he didn't dare to mention came out of Yun Niannian's mouth so easily.
Hearing this, Gu Xiyan couldn't help laughing.
"Do you know what it means to get married?"
"Yes." Yun Niannian stared at Gu Xiyan at a loss, completely unaware of what he was laughing at.
"Marriage is a lifelong relationship." Gu Xiyan patiently explained: "As long as you are married, there is no possibility of divorce." ”
After Gu Xiyan finished speaking, Yun Niannian was completely stunned.
It's too complicated for an eighteen-year-old girl.
She should be thinking about the college entrance examination now, not about marriage and divorce.
One thing he is sure of now, though.
Yun Niannian likes him!
"Are you hungry?"
The new power is too big, he has too many things to say, and he always has to give her some time to digest it.
I got up early in the morning, rushed to the venue without eating breakfast, listened to the speech for more than an hour, and said that it was false to say that I was not hungry.
Yun Niannian raised her eyes and looked at Gu Xiyan's clean and glowing kitchen, and couldn't help asking, "Uncle, do you know how to cook?" ”
"A little bit!"
Hearing her ask, Gu Xiyan guessed that she was really hungry, so she stood up directly, unbuttoned her suit jacket and threw it on the sofa, turned around and went to the shoe cabinet to get a pair of slippers for Yun Niannian.
"There are no women's slippers here, you wear mine first."
Yun Niannian stared at the pair of slippers in front of her, which were almost two feet long, and her heart was warm.
Didn't the uncle bring back any other girls?
Seeing that Yun Niannian was staring at his shoes in a daze and didn't speak, Gu Xiyan said softly: "I have a slight cleanliness habit, and I don't like to bring people in very much." ”
Even if it is Pei Yan and Pei Yan, the number of times they come can be counted with one hand.
I didn't like others to come, but I brought her.
How does it feel...... So sweet.
It feels so good to be cherished!
When Yun Niannian changed his shoes, Gu Xiyan had already entered the kitchen, and he was rolling up his sleeves and cutting tomatoes.
Yun Niannian walked over, stood at the door, and stood on tiptoe looking in.
Uncle even looks so good at chopping vegetables.
Hey, it's interesting to see the color.
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