At the door of the Internet cafe, under the brightly colored advertising light box, the young boy held his mobile phone to his ear and pad back and forth excitedly.
While waiting for the phone to be connected, he frequently looked into the Internet cafe, and from time to time he reached out to help his glasses that always slipped down.
The beep in the receiver disappeared, and finally a lazy male voice came, with a little impatientance: "What's the matter? I'm busy here."
"It's a big deal!" The boy with glasses hurriedly said, "Guess who I met in the Internet bar?"
The person on the other end of the phone sneered, "Did you meet your mother?"
"Second brother, I met He Qiao!" He didn't mind the rudeness of the other party at all. He stopped being rude and said excitedly, "And his opponent!"
"Wow." The boy, who was called the second brother, reflexively said a dirty word, and his tone was more serious, "Really? Isn't he always single?"
"Really, I just knelt down and went to the toilet. When I came back, I passed by the private room and saw him."
The boy with glasses said like a bamboo tube pouring beans, "I thought to myself why you didn't call us today. I knocked on the door and said hello. Then I saw someone sitting next to him who came to play together, so I withdrew..."
"Damn, I'm going to sleep." Fang Shier, who put his mobile phone to his ear with his shoulder, was shopping with his female partner shopping and complained, "Can I get to the point?"
"Okay, okay, okay. After I went back, I always felt that the man was a little familiar. After struggling for a long time, I walked back again, wanting to say hello and take a closer look."
Speaking of this, the boy with glasses took a deep breath and said very quickly, "As a result, I saw that they were kissing."
"Yo, yes, the iron tree blooms." Fang Shier sighed and said casually, "Man or woman?"
"Man's." The boy with glasses tried to recall the scene he caught at the beginning. "Red hair, very cool, and good-looking. I always feel that I have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember..."
Hearing the keywords he described, Fang Shier subconsciously let go of the shopping bag in his hand and held his mobile phone: "How beautiful is it?"
"It's very beautiful." The boy pushed his glasses hard again, "like a star."
Red hair, good-looking, like boys, may have appeared in the circle.
Fang Shier thought of a person almost immediately, and shook his head as if he was self-denying the next second: "It can't be him."
That man may not like Heqiao.
"Who?" The caller asked curiously.
Fang Shier didn't answer. He leaned against the glass window of the mall, and his hot female companion strolled around the store. When he came out, he saw the shopping bag on the ground casually. He gave him a strange look and reached out to hold him.
Facing the intimate female companion, Fang Shier hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled perfunctorily, as if he carelessly said to his friend, "Hasn't we been together for a while? After talking about the object, it's time to bring it here for everyone to meet.
"That's for sure, and Brother He didn't come to us much for a while. He must come this time..."
The handsome-looking playboy took his female companion and walked into the next brightly lit shop.
The night is dark outside, and the moonlight is blooming like fog.
Chi Xueyan finished her first official date with her newlywed lover. She saw He Qiao drive away before turning around and walking into the house.
His car is parked in the clinic, and he has to ask He Qiao to run again to pick him up at work tomorrow.
In the eyes of outsiders, it should also be regarded as proof of love.
He Qiao, who is simple and enthusiastic, loves more.
The light was on in the living room, and his parents were sitting face to face. The atmosphere was quite serious, as if they were engaged in business negotiations.
There is a calendar, a few pieces of paper, a pen and a calculator on the table.
Han Zhenzhen said solemnly, "Do you want a better life or a better time to prepare?"
The tall Chiyuan looked very small in front of his wife. He stopped talking and hesitated and said, "...all right?"
Han Zhenzhen patted the table angrily: "Nonsense!"
Chi Xueyan only listened to it and knew what they were talking about.
"I'm back." He put on his slippers and came over. "Mom, is the wedding day ready?"
"It's done. Sit down quickly." Han Zhenzhen seemed to see the savior and quickly moved the calendar in front of him. "The master said that there are two particularly good zodiac days this year."
"One is in December, and there are four months to prepare in the middle, which should be just right." Han Zhenzhen broke his hand and told him, "If you want to design a wedding and customize this and that, you have to discuss the new house with the two families. Let's see which set to live in and whether to redecorate it..."
Chi Xueyan nodded: "Where is the other day?"
"August 26th, next Saturday." Han Zhenzhen poked the date in a big circle on the calendar with a pen. "This day is not only an auspicious day, but also matches your eight characters. The master said it is the best."
Today is Monday, and there are only ten days left to prepare.
"It's too late to think about it." Han Zhenzhen sighed sadly, "What do you think?"
Chi Xueyan looked at her mother's annoyed expression and laughed, "I think you want the best."
He just discussed the date of the wedding with He Qiao tonight. The original plan for the two was to be around the middle of next month, not too hasty or too late.
Ten days sounds impossible, but with the ability of two families, it is not impossible.
Han Zhenzhen was thought by him. He coughed and asked him in a soft voice, "Did you have a good time going out with He Qiao today?"
"Happy." Chi Xueyan bent his eyes and said, "I pulled him to the stall in a suit. He only sat for five minutes and quietly took off his coat."
Han Zhenzhen imagined the picture and couldn't help laughing and said, "That's stupid."
She seemed to hear the smell of happiness from her son's tone.
Looking at his mother's dazed expression, Chi Xueyan whispered, "I remember that your wedding was also very simple. You just invited your relatives and friends to have a meal, and you two cooked and fried food together in wedding clothes."
Thinking of the old photos he had turned to, he smiled and said, "Because you suddenly want to formally introduce my father to all important people, and also want everyone to taste your craftsmanship."
His parents met in a self-defense training class. The young and handsome coach and the tough and hard-working students really fell in love at first sight.
Hearing his son mention the past, the original pond beside him turned his head and stared at the refrigerator in the kitchen, deliberately putting on a serious expression, obviously embarrassed.
Han Zhenzhen gradually stretched out his tense expression and completely relaxed. He kneaded the paper with the auspicious day of December into a ball, threw it steadily into the trash can, and said brilliantly, "I will make an appointment with Heqiao's mother to see the venue tomorrow."
"Speaking of this, He Qiao's father acted faster and said that he would ask your father out for tea, just what happened just now..."
His mother's voice whispered in his ear, and Chi Xueyan smiled in response, looking at the wedding date with a red circle on the calendar.
When he went upstairs and returned to his room alone, he immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a message to He Qiao.
[Shahryar: My mother asked someone to calculate the date of the wedding and said that 8.26 was the best day. What do you think?]
He Qiao's reply was as timely as ever.
[Xiao Eleven: Then set it on this day.]
Seeing this, Chi Xueyan casually replied with a good night expression, and then left her mobile phone to take a shower.
At that time, He Qiao had just parked his car in the garage.
After receiving the news, he quickly changed his original rhetoric and prepared to persuade his parents to accept this slightly hasty day.
However, before the formality, looking at the string of sluguous English displayed at the top of the dialogue box, a subtle emotion flashed on He Qiao's face.
Chi Xueyan changed his nickname tonight.
Maybe just half an hour ago, when He Qiao was concentrating on driving, he sat on the co-pilot and bowed his head to type.
Shahryar is the name of the cruel king in the legend of One Thousand and One Nights. He always kills the girl he married last night at dawn.
In order to save innocent people, the prime minister's daughter was willing to become his new queen, and then told stories for him night after night, and stopped at the most wonderful place at dawn.
In order to continue listening to the story, the king couldn't bear to kill her, so he had a long thousand and one nights.
He Qiao just made a joke on him in the Internet caba.
He guessed that Chi Xueyan wanted to take this opportunity to remind himself not to take that wrong path.
He Qiao's eyes stayed on the screen of the mobile phone.
At present, he is not a cruel king. His head is blue and sparkling, like a dreamy sea, which can remind people of all the words related to beauty.
His fingertips moved slightly and he also said good night to the king.
Then He Qiao returned to the well-lit house and walked briskly to his family: "Dad, Mom, I've thought about what time to have the wedding."
The two families got busy at the same time.
Arrange the venue, arrange the process, determine the wedding room, customize the dress... With the support of sufficient financial resources and manpower, everything is carried out in an orderly manner.
The elders seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, simplifying this sudden marriage, not interfering with a tough posture, not measuring those factors that have nothing to do with feelings, and let two young people who also grew up in love have a pure and happy wedding born of love.
He Qiao has visited Chi's family, and the only elder that Chi Xueyan has never met is He Qiao's mother.
On a weekday night, He Qiao came to pick up Chi Xueyan after work and went to customize the wedding ring together. There was another person who came with him.
The first thing Sheng Xiaoyue said when she saw him was to praise his hair color, which was exactly the same as the color of her new nails.
The beautiful woman with red nail polish took out the ring design she had drawn, her eyes were bright, and she asked him excitedly if she liked the style.
On the drawing paper, the delicate ring has some slight edges, which seems to be inspired by the shape of the bridge. The two wedding rings are engraved with different patterns, with beautiful and romantic lines.
A snowflake and a flame.
When Chi Xueyan took over the booklet with the ring, she was a little surprised and stared at the elder she met for the first time seriously.
There is also a very soft naivety on her face.
Just like Heqiao when we first met.
So Chi Xueyan said in a gentle voice, "It's very beautiful. Thank you, auntie. I like this pair of rings."
This is indeed the most beautiful wedding ring he has ever seen.
He Qiao does have a happy family, except for his unpredictable brother.
Hearing what he said, Sheng Xiaoyue immediately smiled and said, "I like your name. It's so beautiful."
"Moreover," she held her cheek and remembered, "Chi and Qiao are a good match."
When the style of the wedding ring was confirmed, Sheng Xiaoyue looked down at the time and immediately said, "Ah, it's almost seven o'clock. I have an appointment with your mother for dinner, and you two still have an appointment, right? I won't bother you anymore."
She was very talkative. Before leaving, she patted Chi Xueyan on the shoulder and whispered, "Your mother is so handsome."
Seeing Sheng Xiaoyue leave in a flazy, Chi Xueyan couldn't help turning her head to He Qiao and saying, "Your mother is so cute."
He Qiao laughed dumbly: "It seems that they get along well."
A pure love that has nothing to do with money, two pairs of parents who are most inclusive of children, make this marriage have all the elements of happiness.
However, only Chi Xueyan and He Qiao know that this fictional love will soon expire.
But its existence has spread quietly.
Chi Xueyan in the co-driver's seat looked at the flying night view outside the car window: "What time do you think you will play until tonight?"
When He Qiao's friends heard that he was about to get married, they complained that he didn't reveal it to everyone in advance, and then shouted that they must see Chi Xueyan before the wedding.
"He Qiao" has been playing well with this group of people, so He Qiao has no reason to refuse this kind of frequent gathering of friends, not to mention the official announcement of marriage to his friends.
When He Qiao mentioned this matter to him, Chi Xueyan cheerfully agreed to attend.
So far, they have maintained a fairly good cooperative relationship.
"It usually comes to Lingchen." He Qiao said, "But you can leave at any time if you don't want to stay any longer."
Chi Xueyan answered and stopped asking.
He really doesn't have much interest in this kind of party. He just came to pass by.
In the same city, young people from well-off families will more or less hear about each other because of their parents' business, thus forming a small circle.
Chi Xueyan has been pulled there once or twice before. It was really boring, so she never had contact with these people again.
After getting off the car, He Qiao threw the key to the doorman, and the smiling waiter greeted him attentively, obviously recognising him.
Chi Xueyan followed him and walked inside, through the luxuriously decorated lobby. The lights in the corridor were dim, and a burst of music flowed out of the cracks in the doors of different boxes.
This is a KTV with a high level of consumption, which is actually closer to a club.
The colorful light shad on the glass curtain wall of the corridor. Chi Xueyan glanced at the reflection of himself and He Qiao.
He should walk faster.
So he slowed down slightly and waited for He Qiao to stand side by side with him.
It's time to do a good job on the surface.
He Qiao noticed it, but when he came to him, he stopped.
The waiter in front always pays attention to the waiter behind him, who is quite knowledgeable. Seeing this, he immediately said, "Mr. He, your friend is in the box around the corner in front of you. You can call me at any time if you need anything."
The waiter bowed to the two and left quickly.
Only they were left in this corridor. Chi Xueyan looked at him sideways: "Are there any precautions?"
He Qiao nodded and whispered, "They may be prejudiced against you and me, which may make you unhappy."
Chi Xueyan was interested: "So?"
He Qiao said seriously, "So, if you feel unhappy, you can do whatever you want."
"Anything I want to do..." Chi Xueyan thought for a second, "Including doing it?"
Influenced by his parents since he was a child, he has been well-taught by words and deeds, and his hands-on ability is quite good.
There was a faint smile in the eyes of the people around him, and he said without thinking, "This is your freedom."
This fleeting look suddenly reminded Chi Xueyan of the early morning not long ago. When he proposed to get married again in front of the breakfast shop, the depth in He Qiao's eyes was like an illusion.
Earlier, Heqiao in the cafe and Heqiao in the hot pot restaurant are a little different from today's Heqiao.
Suddenly, Chi Xueyan clearly realized a problem that he had ignored before.
This He Bridge, which claims to be a book traveler, is completely different from the simple and innocent "He Bridge" in the heart of the He family.
He has his own personality, but he has been playing He Qiao all the time.
He played very well in front of people other than Chi Xueyan.
Chi Xueyan looked at her lover at hand and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"
"Heqiao." He sensed the implied meaning of Chi Xueyan's words and replied calmly, "It's true. My name is He Qiao, too."
Behind the same name, what kind of character and past the other soul has, but it has never been mentioned.
Chi Xueyan found it more and more interesting. In the narrow space with dim lights, he softly dispelled the sentence that the man seemed to be brewing: "Don't explain to me, it's your freedom."
The sound of the word circling between the lips and teeth, and the freedom was thrown back to the palm of the lover.
Hearing the words, He Qiao raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.
The next second, the door of the box in the corner in front of him was slammed open, and the people inside had been impatiently proting out to look for the figure of the protagonist tonight.
The vivid sound of music came like rain, and at the moment when the eyes of others came together, Chi Xueyan noticed a strange force coming from his side.
The handsome and gentle lover gently hugged his waist, and a hoarse whisper came from the extremely intimate distance.
"Sorry, please bear with me."