It's a good day.

The early autumn sun, warm, drunk, and soft shines in the quiet garden. The tall elm trees, the slender green bamboos, the weeping willows by the lotus pond all cast countless shadows on the ground and on the water.

Qingfeng took Leng Yue's hand, and as soon as he walked into the door of the house, he happily introduced:

"See, our garden, lotus pond, rockery, gazebo, behind the building, there is a swimming pool. ”

"Uh-huh!"

Leng Yue covered her mouth and snickered.

"See. She smiled and nodded. "I'll have a good visit!" she smiled lightly, looking around exaggeratedly.

She stood there, her long skirt fluttering, slim.

"Oh my God, you're so beautiful!" Qingfeng smiled, couldn't help it, quickly, kissed her forehead, and said, "After we get married, I will be responsible for earning money to support the family." And you, in addition to being responsible for being as beautiful as a flower, are responsible for spending money and losing money!"

"Really?"

Leng Yue sneered.

"Of course!"

Qingfeng smiled and nodded.

"Last night, we made triplets...... he said with a smile, "Of course, it was my dream." ”

"I'm married to you. She looked at him gently. "Of course, that's my dream, too. ”

An almost holy smile spread across Leng Yue's face.

Oh my God! How elegant she is, as elegant as a god! And can a god have children? Qingfeng shook his head and tightened her hand!

"If I had children, I would definitely be a good father. He pulled Leng Yue and said, "I'm actually a person who likes to play a lot, so our children will definitely be very happy." Because there's nothing dad can't do, I'll take them to play, that's so good!"

"Them?" Leng Yue smiled, "Who are they, who are you going to take to play?"

"Of course it is—" Qingfeng stretched out his hand, and he wrapped his arms around Leng Yue's waist. "Our children!"

"Kids?"

Leng Yue looked up at him, her eyes full of smiles.

"Yes, one child is so lonely, we should have at least three. "In the winter, I'll take them skiing, in the summer, I'll take them on boating, in spring, on rollerblading, and in autumn, on football, basketball, and volleyball!"

His eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were shining brightly.

"What about you?" he looked at Leng Yue with a smile, "Just write." I'll take the kids. ”

"And then?"

"And then ......"

Qingfeng and Leng Yue were talking, and at a glance they saw their father Yuan Bo, and their mother Yuan Jing had already greeted them.

"Mom and Dad, I'm bringing Leng Yue!"

"Okay!

Yuan Bo and Yuan Jing greeted each other with smiles.

"It's been hard work along the way. Yuan Blog came over angrily and said.

Of course, there is a bit of a traffic jam. ”

"Yes!" Yuan Jing looked at them with a smile: "What is the hard work, the hard work! It was Qingfeng who drove a sports car to pick it up." ”

"That's hard too!" Yuan Bo said, "Tell Sister-in-law Li to bring all the delicious food!" By the way, Miss Leng Yue, I've liked you since the beginning, you know?"

"Uncle—"

Leng Yue bowed with a smile.

"By the way, we should shake hands. Yuan Bo stretched out his hand happily. "What a pleasure!

"Thank you, thank you, aunt and uncle!"

Leng Yue finally returned to the Yuan family with Qingfeng.

Finally, as a prospective daughter-in-law, I met Qingfeng's parents.

Qingfeng's parents had already learned about Leng Yue's news from Qingfeng's phone call, and they were ready to greet them. Especially Qingfeng's mother Yuan Jing, after receiving Qingfeng's call, she let out a long breath and finally let go of the burden in her heart.

The happiness of her son Qingfeng is hopeful, and she, as a mother, finally doesn't have to worry about it every day.

Leng Yue that day wore a series of white clothes again.

She wore a white blouse with ruffled leaf curls, a long skirt tied with white linen yarn, and a long black onyx necklace on her bare neck.

Her long hair was parted in the middle and draped over her shoulders.

The eyebrows are light and green, the lips are lightly dyed and red, the face is clean, the makeup is clean, and the eyes are clean.

This time they met, she really conquered Qingfeng's parents.

The cold moon of that day showed gentleness and generosity, modesty and nobility, elegance and naturalness, respect and decency, neither humble nor arrogant, and answered all questions.

Of course, the Yuan Bo couple avoided all the problems that could be 'stimulating'. They talk about literature, they talk about art, they talk about novels, they talk about writing. Especially Yuan Bo, he once read Leng Yue's novel "Paradise of Love" and was once a loyal fan of her, and now, there are endless topics to talk about. Even Yuan Jing had to appreciate Leng Yue's beauty and had to admit Leng Yue's talent. However, with her personality, some words are still not unpleasant.

"Leng Yue, I've heard Qingfeng say that you are a very famous romance writer, and you are versatile, so I believe you should be able to understand what I said. ”

"Mommy, what do you want to say?"

"You don't interject. ”

"Wife—"

"Husband, don't say much!"

"I'm just a little curious. Yuan Jing raised her eyebrows, she looked at Leng Yue deeply, and she asked, "What do you like about my son?"

"Of course it'......" Leng Yue pondered for a moment, then said with a smile: "Of course I like them all." ”

"Really?" Yuan Jing nodded.

"Great!"

"So, do you love our family?" she asked again.

"Hmm!"

Leng Yue just snorted softly.

"Isn't it?" Yuan Jing's eyes widened. "No matter how much the era of superspeed is, how deep can you love in such a short period of time? I wonder, how much do you love my son?"

"Do you have to say it?"

Leng Yue's cheeks turned crimson.

"Yes, everyone is here, and there are more witnesses!"

Yuan Qingfeng also made a serious fuss.

"Okay. ”

Leng Yue smiled at the corner of her mouth, groaned for a while, and said quietly:

"I heard of a writer who wrote novels and did just that. She writes a letter every night and puts it on her husband's desk and falls asleep. Then after the husband gets up in the morning, he reads the letter and goes to work, and every day the husband becomes the wife's first reader. I'll do the same. Moreover, I will also enjoy everything I like first called Qingfeng-kun. The first song I liked, the first song I loved, I would sing it to him and play it to him. Like this, I love him!"

Leng Yue raised her two hands above her head, and when they were put together, she made a heart-shaped.

She looked at them with wide eyes, her eyes sparkling and full of innocence.

When she finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Qingfeng's mother, Yuan Jing, was speechless, she froze. Even Yuan Bo, who can usually speak well, seems to have fallen into a demon.

"Look! this is the person I love!"

Qingfeng hugged Leng Yue and pressed her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you, my moon!" he whispered enthusiastically. "And Daddy Mommy, I agreed!"

"What?"

"I've agreed to work in a law firm! isn't that what you want?" he said cheerfully, "I agreed!"

"Really?!"

Yuan Jing's eyes were red and wet.

Yuan Bo raised his eyebrows and looked at his beloved son with a new eye.

After a while, the room was silent, as if a pin could be heard on the ground.

"Why don't you speak?" Qingfeng looked at his parents with a smile. "Have you changed your mind?" he asked.

"How so, boy!" Yuan Bo coughed twice, and he glared at Qingfeng and laughed. "In order to celebrate the return of your prodigal son, do you have to make some noise? ”

He rubbed his hands together and spun in circles.

Seeing the retro luxury gramophone in the hall, he smiled.

"Let's have some music!" he turned on the gramophone, and the beautiful music sounded.

"Do you know this tune?" asked Yuan Bo, looking at everyone.

At this moment, Qingfeng should have come out to answer, but he was asked! The room was immersed for a long time, and the first person to speak was Leng Yue.

"It's the theme song of the amazing Gatsby. She replied with a smile.

"Oh?"

Yuan Bo was pleasantly surprised.

"I heard you speak English and French well, can you understand the lyrics?" he asked kindly.

"English and French are fine, they are both self-taught, in order to read the original masterpieces, the need to write. But in Korean...... "Leng Yue smiled," I don't know how to explain it. ”

"Do you also know anything about classical music?" Yuan Jing raised her eyes to look at her and asked casually.

"A little bit. ”

Leng Yue said lightly.

"Husband-" Yuan Jing shouted: "Then change one, change one that I haven't heard of." ”

"Okay. ”

Yuan Bo smiled and changed to another tune.

"This is Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 2. Leng Yue said.

"Another one. Yuan Jing said.

"This is Liszt's dream of love. ”

"Another one. ”

This is the second movement of Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2. ”

Yuan Bo stood in front of the gramophone and froze.

He looked at Leng Yue in a daze, his mouth wide open.

As for Yuan Jing, she also sat on the sofa in amazement, staring at this extraordinary girl.

"You can't graduate from the Conservatory, right?" asked Yuan Jing with wide eyes and disbelief.

"No!"

Leng Yue shook her head gently.

"And how do you know so much about classical music?"

"If I say ......"

"Say...... What?"

Seeing Yuan Jing's incredible expression, Leng Yue suddenly smiled mischievously.

"Say I, I once sold pirated CDs, would you believe it?" said a smile on the corner of her mouth, her smile was so sweet, so beautiful, so gentle.

With a pop, the breeze almost squirted out a sip of water that he had just drunk.

He was simply crazy.