Although it's like this every time, it's still the same every time, and it seems that even the rotten techniques used won't affect the mood of the two.

Then they sat there quietly, and in the past few years they had already reached the realm of nothing to talk about, and they had talked about almost any topic, so that they almost didn't talk later, just sat here quietly, watching the sunset gradually fade away, which also had a special beauty.

Just imagine, when the sun sets, the two children sit on the edge of the cliff and look at the scenery quietly, they have no communication, no movement, and even the two people seem to be fused with heaven and earth at that time, all this is as if they are a picture.

Before you know it, time has slipped away quietly, and the sky has darkened.

Suddenly, Weaving Dream said softly, "Brother Zhen, it's time to go back!"

Every time he went home, he was the first to put forward this sentence by Weaving Dreams, because Wang Zhen was unwilling to interrupt this beautiful moment, but since Weaving Dreams had already said it, Wang Zhen had to open his mouth and answer, "Okay, then I'll send you back today, okay?"

Wang Zhen said tentatively, but he didn't hold out any hope. In the past few years, Wang Zhen has made this request countless times, but every time the answer is no, Wang Zhen is very surprised, why would Weaving Dream refuse to send her home? But he has never received an answer to this question.

"Brother Zhen, didn't you say it a long time ago, I don't have to send it when I go home, I can go back by myself!" Weaving Dream's sweet voice sounded again, and at this time, Wang Zhen couldn't afford to continue at all.

Helpless, Wang Zhen lowered his head in disappointment, and just as he was about to go back, he heard the voice of Dream Weaving again, "Look at your appearance, Brother Zhen, are you happy, it's not the first time." After saying that, Weaving Dream smiled and disappeared into the night.

Listening to the silver bell-like laughter of Weaving Dreams in the dark, Wang Zhen's sense of disappointment was swept away, and he walked briskly in the direction of home.

......

Time flies, time flies, and before you know it, Wang Zhen is fifteen years old, and Wang Zhen did not succeed when he awakened, so he naturally had no chance with the martial artist. But everything is fate, in the following days Wang Zhen followed his father to agricultural labor, by the time he was eighteen years old, after three years of field grinding, his farming level was about to catch up with his father Wang Changhe.

One day when he was nineteen years old, he brought Weaving Dream home, and Wang Zhen's parents were very happy that day, and they felt that their son had really grown up at that moment. That night, the family sat together happily, Wang Zhen's mother Gong Xia and Zhimeng made a big table of dishes together, Wang Zhen's father Wang Changhe also took out the old wine he had treasured for many years, and it was the first time he drank with his son. Similarly, Wang Zhen also held up the wine glass in front of his father for the first time.

That night, both father and son were very drunk. That night, Gong Xia and Zhimeng helped two drunk stinky men into the house together, and then two generations, one old and one young, sat in the room and talked all night, until the sky was bright, and Zhimeng finally 'broke free' from Wang Zhen's mother's hospitality, and ran home like 'escape'.

At the age of twenty, in the quiet mountain village of Jingyuan Village, Wang Zhen took the hand of Weaving Dreams and entered the palace of marriage.

The old and young masters in the village all gathered around Wang Zhen's house, and they recorded the union of a couple in their own different ways. Especially when Wang Zhen lifted the red hijab on the top of Weaving Dreams' head, the audience was boiling.

The beautiful face appeared in front of everyone, and everyone felt as if an angel had descended, coupled with the tall and handsome Wang Zhen beside Weaving Dreams, these two people were like made in heaven.

That night, the whole village was brightly lit, and many of the male compatriots were drunk unconscious that night.

That night, Wang Zhen didn't know how much wine he drank, and in the end, he was repeating the action of pouring and drinking like a machine. His hair boys toasted him mercilessly, with Lu Ce and Xiao Hei as the main players.

That night, Nian Xing and several famous drunkards in several villages have been drinking, and later those drunkards were all drunk by Nian Xing alone, and finally saw himself on the wine table, holding the wine jar and drinking old wine, while watching the children who were playing and laughing not far away.

That night, Xiao Hei was poured down by everyone and secretly stuffed under the bed in Wang Zhen's new house, after the wedding night, he was chased and killed by Wang Zhen for a whole year, but this guy is also bold, and from time to time he also discusses with everyone whether Wang Zhen's goods are not good, and he didn't hear any sound for a night. Whenever Wang Zhen heard this, he would find Xiao Hei and clean him up fiercely.

That night, Wang Zhen's wish came true, Weaving Dream became his bride, and he was truly united with Weaving Dream.

A year has not yet arrived, one day at noon, Wang Zhen paced back and forth in the courtyard, anxious like an ant on a hot pot for a long time can not stop, the anxious expression on his face is a little scary.

Wang Changhe and Gong Xia were also pacing back and forth on the side, but the expressions on their faces were not anxious in comparison, on the contrary, their expressions were excited, the kind of indescribable excitement.

At the same time, there are many people gathered in the small courtyard of Wang Zhen's house, there are many good friends of Wang Zhen, good friends of Wang Zhen's parents, and some elderly people in the village, everyone is a little excited and waiting for something, it seems that it will be a good news.

From time to time there was a woman's moaning in the room, which was a very painful moan, and according to the circumstances at this time, it was not difficult to see that this was the time for Weaving Dreams to give birth. The reason why Wang Zhen was anxious was because he was worried about the situation of weaving dreams, after all, it was his most beloved woman, listening to her painful moans, how could Wang Zhen's mood be better.

And everyone's excitement is naturally that this peaceful little village is about to have a little life about to be born, which is definitely a bigger thing than a wedding.

With a crisp cry, everyone in the yard showed joyful eyes, and then saw a forty-year-old mother walking out happily with a baby in her hand, "Congratulations to Xiaozhen, it's a handle!"

"Haha, congratulations to Brother Zhen! Be a father!"