On the way back to Liang's house, Liang Jizhou held the hand of the New Year's painting, clasped his fingers, and slowly walked behind everyone.

"When you're done dealing with Mumu's affairs, go back quickly, don't let me wait for you at home alone for too long."

"Hmm." The New Year's painting replied sullenly.

"New Year's painting, what can you tell me, I'm worried."

"I don't know how to put it, it's just frustration for no reason, and this feeling is very bad."

Liang Jizhou suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I may have a way to help you treat your depression." ”

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The New Year's painting returned home with Liang Jizhou with doubts, and then it was a physically and mentally exhausted investment.

This night New Year's painting is unusually enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that Liang Jizhou is tireless.

Looking at the sleeping New Year's painting, Liang Jizhou touched her face and showed deep love, originally thought that he and her were people from two worlds, and he was ready to get married, but life gave him a surprise.

This woman in his arms, he really loves it, loves to the bone marrow, loves to the dust, loves her so much, loves so much that he is afraid that she will suddenly disappear from his eyes, then he will be worse than dead.

He hugged her tightly, imprinted a deep kiss on her forehead, and silently thought in his heart that he would grow old together in this life.

Early in the morning of the second day, Liang Jizhou and Liu Chuang finished breakfast and prepared to return to the provincial capital.

Ye Zimei: "I'll ask the New Year's painting to send it to you." ”

"No need Mom, let her sleep more, she's tired in the past two days, and then she has to help her aunt deal with things, let her rest."

"Well, then you have a good trip!"

"Uncle and aunt, let's go first."

The two got in the car and drove away, out of Sanxin Village and on the road, Liu Chuang sat in the co-pilot and looked at Liang Jizhou, who was driving expressionlessly, and quipped: "Old Liang, which is more important, brother or woman?" ”

"Wife."

"So that's why you left me at your mother-in-law's house last night? But you're also amazing, you worked hard last night, and you can still get up early in the morning today and continue to drive now, you're amazing. After Liu Chuang finished speaking, he gave Liang Jizhou a thumbs up.

Liang Jizhou didn't want to deal with him at all and continued to drive.

"You are amazing, you are really powerful, so that my wife is so tired that she can't get out of bed, and you can teach your brother a little experience."

"Do you believe that I left you behind and let you walk back?"

"Annoyed and angry? For the sake of a woman, the brother turned against him? Hey, men, sometimes they are less reliable than women. ”

"If you talk more, believe it or not, will you and my cousin be yellow?"

"Wrong, wrong, I'm wrong, brother, I wish you and New Year's Pictures an early birth of a noble son and a litter."

The two only heard Liu Chuang chattering non-stop all the way, but they were still admitted by Liang Jizhou's occasional sentence.

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When the New Year's painting woke up, it was already more than eight o'clock in the morning, Liang Jizhou left her a letter on the desk, she opened it and smiled, and then carefully folded it and put it into the book, this is the first love letter Liang Jizhou wrote to her, and he wrote three pages full of paper.

After breakfast, the New Year's painting packed some things and put them in the car and waited to take them to Yang Xiaoling's house, Ye Zimei happened to come back from the backyard vegetable garden, and immediately went to the room to change into a set of clean clothes and followed the New Year's painting to the car.

When they came to Yang Xiaoling's house, the three members of the Yang family looked sad, and there were several other people sitting and standing in the hall, which were Yang Dayun's uncle and cousins.

"Great luck, you also have to have a degree of spoiling children, and now our whole family is being pointed at, and you are too, I don't know how to cover up such an ugly thing and come back with great fanfare and be embarrassed." It was Yang Dayun's uncle who spoke.

"That's it, that's it." Yang Dayun's cousins and sisters-in-law followed and pointed.

"And if you want to put that thing next to the graves of our ancestors, it will definitely not work." The uncle pointed to the urn and said that when he was taking something, the New Year's painting happened to walk in.