It is clear that it is dark to thick late at night in the field of vision, and the red hair nearby is the only vivid color. The bad weather is filled with endless noise, noise and chaos without shape.
This good night is like snow falling on a pine branch.
The sound was extremely light and heavy, and the deep turquoise needle trembled, and the white snow almost fell into the mist.
When the illusory snow fell, He Qiao couldn't help clenching the handle of the umbrella.
The slanting raindrops quietly wet the palm of your hand.
He thought that this was not the answer to that question.
But He Qiao didn't ask again.
The direction of the rain changed, and he silently tilted the handle of the umbrella slightly to the other side, covering the shoulders of the people around him.
As usual, He Qiao sent Chi Xueyan home, politely said goodbye, and went back alone.
The storm that lasted all day gradually stopped in the long night.
The next day is Sunday, and Chi Xueyan doesn't have to go to work.
Unlike Heqiao, who has free time, he has a job from nine to five, so he only has leisure time at night and on weekends.
However, because the wedding is next Saturday, Chi Xueyan will go to the clinic on Monday to deal with the patients in urgent condition, and then ask for four days of marriage leave to free up time to prepare at ease.
According to the flow list arranged by the mothers, the two of them are going to the home city to pick up decorations today.
The wedding room has been chosen. Sheng Xiaoyue prepared it for He Qiao early in the morning. Han Zhenzhen wanted to fight for the house he had prepared for Chi Xueyan, but after seeing the home that could only be described as romantic, she instantly withdrew what she wanted to say.
Sheng Xiaoyue came from a wealthy family and grew up in artistic influence. Later, she specialized in jewelry and clothing design, and has quite good aesthetics.
The new house to be moved in has already been decorated, and the furniture is complete, only some soft decorations to be used as decorations.
Originally, He Qiao and Chi Xueyan were supposed to go to the home city to choose some decorations they liked.
However, after seeing the small ornaments casually drawn by Sheng Xiaoyue, Han Zhenzhen immediately persuaded his son to listen to Aunt Sheng's advice.
The unrestrained two-person tour turned into a four-person tour that requires a dress-up in a blink of an eye.
He Qiao doesn't mind. He is used to acting.
Sheng Xiaoyue, who got up early in the morning to change her clothes and makeup, made him feel new.
"Is this dress better, or this skirt set better?"
Sheng Xiaoyue knocked on his door, as if she was going to attend a long-awaited date.
As the third man in the family to be asked for advice in order of age, He Qiao has prepared the answer in advance: "Dress."
Sheng Xiaoyue pulled the skirt, and her expression was very tangled: "It's two to one, but Xiaochi's mother doesn't seem to wear a dress. Shouldn't I also wear a dress... a little dashing?"
He Qiao's tone was very convincing: "So you should wear a dress, so as to complement each other."
"That makes sense! You are still smart." Sheng Xiaoyue's eyes lit up. Before turning around and leaving, she did not forget to pat his door as if to remind him. "You should also choose your clothes well. Leave in half an hour."
"Remember to wear what Xiaochi likes--"
The end of the jump hovers at the end of the stairs.
Looking at her leaving back, He Qiao laughed dumbly.
He had changed his clothes and took one from the closet casually.
But Sheng Xiaoyue's words unexpectedly aroused his thoughts.
Xiaochi likes it.
He already knew that Chi Xueyan didn't like all kinds of restraint and deliberate things, so he would take a serious suit to the noisy stall, and then trick the high-end customized white shirt into the Internet bar full of daily atmosphere.
He Qiao remembered that in the dimly lit KTV corridor, the other party said with a smile that this shirt was not bad.
That style is not exquisite and expensive enough, but it is casual enough for gathering with friends.
Back in the cloakroom, He Qiao hesitated for a moment and chose a white shirt similar to that night.
Unconsciously, he remembered more and more details.
Details similar to love.
After a complete storm, the city was as clean as new, and only a little coolness remained in the air, like the preview in early autumn.
The morning sun was strong, shining the floral dress in the back seat with a very strong tone. The light passed through the window glass and burned on the back of the hand that still had scars at the end of the white cuff in front.
He Qiao was steering wheel and had already seen the familiar figure at the gate of the home city.
Both parties arrived almost at the same time.
Chi Xueyan was wearing a refreshing black T-shirt and jeans, just like the day of the blind date.
Han Zhenzhen has a similar style to her son. She wears a slim shirt with dark blue jeans and a pair of cool sunglasses, which is heroic.
Unlike the grass-flavored rain that spread secretly last night, He Qiao smelled a faint rose fragrance when he approached the snow flame of the pool in the extremely bright sunlight at this moment.
Time has only passed for twelve hours, which gives people the illusion of being in another world.
The secret accomplice in the middle of the night became a partner walking under the sun together.
In the seemingly romantic smell, he looked at He Qiao with a smile: "Morry morning."
Chi Xueyan doesn't use perfume.
He Qiao thought so, and his expression was as gentle as ever: "Mood morning."
Compared with the newlyweds who were still a little distant, the two mothers next to them quickly came together.
Han Zhenzhen took off his sunglasses neatly, and his eyes flashed: "The pattern of this skirt is so beautiful."
"Isn't it? It is very similar to the blanket I want to buy. This color matching will look particularly textured.
"Ah, I remember! You showed me the photo. Is it here?"
"Yes, I specially called and asked. In a store on the third floor, let's go there early."
Chi Xueyan looked at the back of the two women leaving intimately together. She couldn't help shaking her head and sighed, "My father hasn't been scolded for two days."
"Why?" He Qiao adapted well to his words, "Auntie is in a good mood?"
"No." Chi Xueyan shook his head, and a mocking smile flashed in his eyes, "Because he was out of favor."
Han Zhenzhen, who is fierce and popular, stays with her old and rude husband every day, and her rebellious son, who is not cute enough. From time to time, she is angry with her subordinates of the company. Until one day, she suddenly met a peer who is as beautiful and charming as a doll.
He understands his mother's change of mind without hesitation.
At first, Chi Xueyan was worried about this sudden flash marriage, which brought more troubles and worries to his family, but now it seems that it has at least brought Han Zhenzhen a good friend.
Although Sheng Xiaoyue's personality is simple and frank, she also has an intuitive intelligence.
After seeing the wedding ring drawings she designed by herself that day, Chi Xueyan sent her a message privately, expressing her apology for not taking the initiative to visit her home.
At first, he didn't expect to play the play so well. In the world that suddenly turned upside down at that time, Chi Xueyan only thought about not to let his parents be suspicious.
It was Heqiao carrying gifts and roses that suddenly knocked on the door of his house.
Later, Chi Xueyan remembered the undercurrent surging relationship under the appearance of the He family's beauty, remembered that He Qiao had never told him the reason behind all this, and the mutual non-interference clause agreed early in the morning, and subconsciously did not want to get involved.
But Sheng Xiaoyue has a sincere heart that people can't bear to live up to.
He sent a serious message to the unfamiliar elders, but Sheng Xiaoyue's reply came in a hurry and quickly, and her lively and clear voice was in her ear.
"No need to apologize, Xiaochi, don't care about these little things. If you have to say that, Huai Li went to the clinic to see you without saying hello. He should also apologize to you."
"You are the ones who fall in love, and you are the ones who want to live. We are just Heqiao's parents, not the protagonists in your life, and we can't suddenly become as important as your parents who have raised you for more than 20 years. It would be great if you would like to call us uncle and aunt happily.
Only then did Chi Xueyan know that the Heqiao mother, who had only met once, had such a similar view of feelings to herself.
Marriage should be a matter of two people.
"Although the book says to try to be friends with the younger generation, I think it's too strange. Even if I want to, you may not be willing to be friends with a much older aunt, but compared with He Qiao's mother, I now have one more identity, a friend of your mother."
"You and He Qiao are partners and must be best friends at the same time. Then your mother and I are also good friends - maybe this identity will make you feel more intimate, right?"
Chi Xueyan was distracted for a long time before answering her in a soft tone: Yes.
Since he was a child, he felt that he had a good pair of parents, so no matter how rich others lived a richer life than he imagined, he never envied him.
At this moment, he decided to envy He Qiao for a second without a trace.
If you are too envious, you will be beaten by your own mother.
But on the other hand, Chi Xueyan is also lucky.
Because he married Heqiao, he was the one who heard the other party's mother say this.
This marriage was stained with a crystal clear happiness.
In the cool home city, the mother and her friends have filled a whole shopping cart, and the two young people are leisurely strolling behind.
Despite the mothers have explained in advance that if Chi Xueyan and He Qiao don't like the soft clothing they chose, they don't need it at all. They are happy to take it back for their own use.
But Chi Xueyan won't want it, not to mention He Qiao.
Aunt Sheng's aesthetics are really good.
He stretched out his hand and casually touched the neatly arranged glasses on the shelf.
The white fingertips suddenly changed with illusions, which reminded people of the window that stretched through the whole wall in the living room of the wedding room.
The Morandi green wooden window frame separates a piece of glass. Outside is a large area of swaying green onion trees. The orange-yellow sunlight pours in unscrupulously, like ice cream melting on the warm white long table. At the same time, the mosaic decorative bricks of light pink and light blue on the side wall are reflected. The fireplace in summer maintains a dry silence.
It is an extremely warm home, with rich and appropriate colors of low saturation. It seems that no matter how plain the life is, it can hatch the sweetness of a fairy tale here.
Sheng Xiaoyue prepared this home full of good wishes for her son very early, no matter who he will bring home in the future.
Seeing that Chi Xueyan stopped, He Qiao, who was walking next to him, also looked at the row of hanging water cups.
"What kind of cup do you like?"
Chi Xueyan thought about it seriously: "These are all very beautiful."
He imagined that it seemed that every cup was well of that beautiful home.
He Qiao understood what he said, and there was a smile in his tone: "Then buy a few more trays."
Soon, their shopping carts also began to become crowded.
The cups under the lights of the mall are shining, glass, ceramic, plastic...
In the colorful home in the distance, there is a fireplace for the cold winter, a soft and comfortable sofa, and a floor-to-ceiling window with beautiful scenery.
Surrounded by couples of different ages, they bowed their heads to choose the missing decorations at home and passed by them while talking and laughing.
In such a peaceful and quiet atmosphere, for a moment, Chi Xueyan almost thought that she really fell in love with someone and did not hesitate to get married.
A marriage that truly loves each other.
Frankly speaking, he had a little regret in his heart for no reason.
This marriage has all the perfect conditions that make people envious, and has countless open paths to happiness.
The only problem is that the most core love is a lie.
Fortunately, the friendship born from this is real.
At lunchtime, the mall restaurant was crowded with people. Han Zhenzhen and Sheng Xiaoyue, who had been shopping all morning, asked someone to carry away the things they had picked. At this time, they were already sitting face to face and eating, still chatting intimately.
"Xiaoyue, will you buy too many decorative paintings?"
"No, it can be changed at any time according to the season and different festival themes. I don't think I've chosen enough. By the way, my family should also change something new..."
The two men at the next table just put down the menu.
Chi Xueyan stared at Han Zhen really for a while and didn't get half a response. His voice was surprised: "Are we a little superfluous?"
He Qiao also looked at Sheng Xiaoyue, and his eyes were also regarded as air, so he replied with a smile, "A little bit."
Chi Xueyan silently took out her mobile phone and took a picture of the two protagonists who were really dating. She did not forget to complain, "They should be very happy that there is only a double table left here."
He bought a lot of cups inexplicably today, and these cups have also been loaded into the car and transported to the wedding room together.
I hope there will be no damage during transportation.
When Chi Xueyan put away his mobile phone and looked back, he saw a gadget on the dinner plate in front of him.
A pair of porcelain white mini rabbits.
He was stunned for a moment before he turned his head to look at He Qiao: "Chopstick holder?"
He Qiao nodded as usual: "I happened to see it before, so I bought it by the way."
The round body is like a ball of milk glutinous rice cake, a pair of long ears are playfully raised, and the eyes are a little flexible red.
Chi Xueyan has no special preference for cute things. He prefers strange things.
But the two little rabbits crawled quietly in the bustling and crowded restaurant, which was really a little too cute.
Chi Xueyan tried to imagine the moment when He Qiao reached out and took them off the shelf.
It seems that there is not only calmness and rationality in his personality.
So Chi Xueyan pinched the pair of ceramic ears that would not move and smiled, "Do I have to buy chopsticks to match it next?"
He Qiao also smiled and said, "I have something to do in the afternoon."
This time, they ignored the gaze of the lady at the next table.
Sheng Xiaoyue covered up her intention to peek with the action of supporting her cheek and whispered, "Is that a chopstick holder? It's so cute."
Han Zhenzhen kept the same cheek support and secretly turned on his mobile phone to take photos. I don't know whether he was taking pictures of his son or the rabbit: "I'm going to buy a few pairs later."
The bright white dinner plate reflected the faint smile on people's faces.
Shopping in the afternoon is more casual.
Chi Xueyan wandered around and bought a doll pig that would make a beaping sound when pressed, a pillow-shaped stone sculpture imitating the texture of the fabric, and a slender balloon man who kept swaying his body in the wind...
In a word, a bunch of small objects full of grotesque and useless beauty.
He Qiao showed great tolerance in this regard and let the shopping cart in his hand become the strangest mini circus.
In the corner of the circus, there are several white and chubby ceramic rabbits lying on their stomachs, as well as many pairs of chopsticks of different colors.
This is his harvest.
When it was near the evening and he left the home city, Chi Xueyan was still a little less to recover.
He thought it would be a long and unbearable day, shopping, chatting, and pretending to be loving.
As a result, time slipped away in the blink of an eye.
Han Zhenzhen, who came back full of load, asked Sheng Xiaoyue to get into his car and left Chi Xueyan to He Qiao without saying a word. The two mothers put on sunglasses and left with their backs like the wind.
Two young people were left to look at each other and stand in place.
He Qiao, who gradually recovered from his hand injury, took the initiative to say, "Send you home?"
Chi Xueyan noticed a familiar street scene and looked sideways and said, "Wait for me."
He Qiao watched him walk quickly into the crowd, and a moment later, he came back with a small steaming paper bag.
The scent of roses on Chi Xueyan's body has become very faint and completely replaced by a strong and seductive fragrance.
Unexpectedly, he bought a bag of sugar fried chestnuts.
He shook the bag in his hand to Heqiao, and the chestnuts inside made a sling sound: "Do you want to eat?"
Of course, He Qiao will say good.
He has not rejected the person in front of him.
So Chi Xueyan lowered her eyes, peeled off a round and full chestnut lightly, and then looked at him with a smile, as if she was waiting for something.
Parked on the side of the street with flowing scenery, He Qiao subconsciously spread his palms up.
He guessed that this was a gift for the ceramic chopstick holder.
Maybe it's also because of Chi Xueyan's good intention that he can't peel nuts for the time being.
The light yellow chestnut meat nest is in a half-elliptical shell. The fragrance after high-temperature baking is dense and fragrant, like a little rabbit quietly poking its head out.
It was like a warm snow, finally falling from the dark green branch.
The next second, it gently fell into his palm.