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Song Wanyue was quite honest, even though Duan Baiting only knew one Shizuka.

——Maybe even Shizuka didn't remember it.

But she introduced them all in turn.

Duan Baiting paused for a moment and said casually, "Zhou Wenyang? The name is very similar to yours."

Even though she and Zhou Wenyang were innocent, she couldn't help feeling guilty when she heard Duan Baiting say that.

After all, their names do seem to be a pair.

When my parents named me, they named me together.

They also joked about forming marriages.

She changed the subject and asked him if he had eaten dinner.

Stiff and clumsy.

He didn't expose her, but just replied, "I've eaten."

The call didn't last too long. Qu Song came over to urge her, "Xiao Wan, let's go."

Song Wanyue said something to Duan Baiting and went back to call him.

Song Wanyue was the only one who didn't drink, so she had to drive.

There were five people sitting in the black G-Class. Song Wanyue cursed and said she hated driving such big black cars the most. They were so ugly.

Qu Song smiled and nudged the owner of the G-Class with his elbow: "Wen Yang, take this car to have it spray-painted tomorrow. Make it the pink color that our sister Wan likes."

Zhou Wen Yang didn't say anything. His eyes, slightly drunk from alcohol, were dim and unclear.

Glanced at her.

Song Wanyue snorted and said that she no longer liked pink, which was a color she only liked when she was a child.

She is older now and prefers white.

It's best to have a white one with fine shimmer, glittering.

Zhou Wenyang's eyes dimmed and he looked away, looking at the scene flashing by outside the car window.

They sent everyone home, and lastly sent Zhou Wenyang, because her home was on the same way.

Song Wanyue parked the car on the side of the road and did not start the car immediately.

I glanced at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He was still talking to others, but he was like a mute when facing me.

Song Wanyue, who suffers from princess syndrome, can't stand this differential treatment.

She honked the car horn and said unhappily, "Come sit in the front, I'm not the driver."

Zhou Wenyang was silent for a moment, then opened the car door and moved to the passenger seat.

He actually didn't drink much, and there was not much smell of alcohol on him.

Song Wanyue tilted her head to look at him for a while and found that this man was indeed much more mature and stable than when he was a child.

But that thorny spirit is still there.

His narrow eyes were a bit ruffian-like and his temperament was rebellious, as if he was still the problem boy he used to be.

Seeing that he was sitting there and seemed a little cold, Lady Song Wanyue did not bear grudges and turned up the temperature in the car a little.

"You didn't come to my wedding, so you have to prepare a gift. Give it to me before you go back to the army, otherwise don't expect me to forgive you."

She was very generous and took the initiative to give him a way out.

The car stopped in front of his house. There was a cold black iron door and the house was pitch black.

No one has lived here for many years. Since Grandpa Zhou passed away, Zhou Wenyang has become a complete orphan.

No relatives at all.

Thinking of this, Song Wanyue felt a little bit reluctant.

Just when I was about to speak again, the person next to me had already got out of the car, smoking a cigarette, and opened the iron gate.

The tall figure seems somewhat lonely in the night.

Song Wanyue looked at it for a while and sighed.

I feel sorry for him.

The two houses were close to each other, only a dozen steps apart.

The surroundings were brightly lit. Song Wanyue parked the car and walked back home.

Her mother left the light on for her and there was a midnight snack on the table.

She didn't dare eat too much at night for fear of gaining weight, so she just drank some soup just for the sake of politeness, so as not to disappoint her mother.

After taking a shower and lying down on the bed, I remembered that I had not called Duan Baiting.

But at this point, he should be asleep, right?

I sent a tentative message and unexpectedly, I got a reply very quickly.

[Duan Baiting: You just got home now? 】

Song Wanyue sat up from the bed. He wasn't asleep yet?

The call came from him, right after the message.

She lay back on the bed, buried her head in the quilt, and carefully answered his call.

"I've been home for a long time and just finished taking a shower. What about you? Why haven't you slept yet?"

His voice was a little hoarse, probably because he had just smoked: "Still keeping watch."

Song Wanyue had heard him mention that they needed to keep watch before offering sacrifices to their ancestors.

She asked with concern: "Are you tired?"

A very light laugh, accompanied by a slight cough: "Not bad. How about you, how was your day today?"

"Not bad either." Song Wanyue lowered her voice.

After returning to this room, long-lost memories came flooding back, as if they were habits engraved in my bones.

At that time, I called every night, but I was afraid that my family would find out, so I could only hide in the quilt.

Although I talk to Duan Baiting every day and occasionally video chat with him.

But when you think about it carefully, there's actually nothing to say.

Duan Baiting is not a taciturn person, he just hates talking nonsense because he lacks patience.

This is a common problem among all intelligent people.

I can tell at a glance whether what you say is true or false, so there is no need to even ask.

As soon as you opened your mouth, he had the answer in his mind.

Not to mention someone like Song Wanyue who is so simple-minded.

On the surface, she was the one who fooled him around, but in reality, he was just being backwards compatible and playing those clumsy house games with her.

Song Wanyue didn't know when the call was hung up.

All I knew was that when I opened my eyes, it was already noon the next day.

Her mother didn't disturb her when she was asleep. She only reminded her of the day when she got up.

"Today is the anniversary of your grandfather Zhou's death. You will go there with Wen Yang later."

Zhou Wen Yang's grandfather died of illness last year. Since then, Zhou Wen Yang has been completely without any relatives.

There are not many people in the cemetery today. There are bouquets of flowers, incense, candles and offerings in front of the tombstones.

Song Wanyue was full of dissatisfaction with him and thought he would wait for her, but he ended up coming first.

But thinking about today, I didn't bother with him.

After burning incense to Grandpa Zhou, he did not forget to complain and listed his crimes in front of Zhou Wenyang.

Compared to a friend she grew up with, Song Wanyue had long regarded him as a family member.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so upset about his indifference over the past two years.

Zhou Wenyang acted as if he didn't hear it and just lowered his head to sweep the grave.

He was wearing a black coat today, and he was bent over with his broad shoulders relaxed.

Song Wanyue was very angry with him, and seeing that he was still silent, she said harshly: "Okay, we're breaking up. Just wait and see if I will talk to you again in the future." She

was as childish as a little kid.

Zhou Wenyang paused for a moment and said, "I didn't know you were coming today."

His voice was low and slow.

Song Wanyue stopped and looked back.

He put down the broom in his hand, took out two palm-sized velvet boxes from his coat pocket and handed them to her: "Birthday present, one from last year and one from this year."

Song Wanyue put on the arrogant attitude of a young lady: "Who cares."

The coat she was wearing today had a hood, and Zhou Wenyang put the box directly into her hood: "Here are the things for you, you can do with them as you please."

This guy was a problem teenager when he was in school, and he was still like this after being in the army for several years.

She did not leave immediately, but went to a nearby convenience store and bought a bag of condensed milk sandwiches and a box of yogurt.

Grandpa Zhou is just an old child who likes to eat sweets.

When Song Wanyue was little, Grandpa Zhou would always take her to a nearby convenience store to buy food.

At that time, she had just started to have new teeth, and her mother didn't allow her to eat too much sweets.

During that period, Song Wanyue's greatest pleasure was to go to Zhou's house to see Grandpa Zhou.

Two relatives with a big age gap but similar tastes would eat ice cream in front of a convenience store every afternoon.

In the end, Zhou Wenyang arrested them with a sullen face.

One is tooth decay, the other is high blood sugar.

These are patients who have been repeatedly warned by doctors not to eat even a little sweet food.

"Two years ago, when I went to the hospital to see Grandpa Zhou, I was shocked, thinking I had walked into the wrong ward. How could the tall and strong man before become a hunchbacked, skinny old man?"

Song Wanyue lowered her head and wiped away her tears.

Zhou Wenyang looked at her, and his hand, which was about to wipe away her tears, paused for a moment, then withdrew it in embarrassment.

"Birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of nature," he comforted her.

The last time he saw Grandpa Zhou, he secretly gave Song Wanyue a can of candy, saying it was her wedding gift.

She smiled and whispered not to let her mother see it.

Song Wanyue sniffed and wiped away her tears.

Yes, birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of nature.

And the saddest person shouldn't be her, but Zhou Wenyang.

The last relative also passed away.

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When Duan Baiting called, the tears on her face had not yet completely dried.

Her gloomy mood improved slightly at the sound of his voice.

But when she heard what he said, she was stunned.

"I'm in Shanghai," he said. "Where are you now? I'll come to find you."

Song Wanyue was a little caught off guard: "Isn't it tomorrow?"

She even planned to invite her aunts and uncles to dinner at home tomorrow, so that they could meet Duan Baiting.

In order to dispel their prejudice against him.

Duan Baiting said calmly: "I just happen to have time today."

Song Wanyue glanced at Zhou Wenyang beside her hesitantly: "I'm at the cemetery, sweeping Grandpa Zhou's grave."

Grandpa Zhou.

Duan Baiting had just got off the plane. He had changed his itinerary last night and stayed up all night. He took the earliest flight to Shanghai at dawn.

When he heard the word "Zhou", his eyes darkened behind his glasses.

There was no change on her face, and the same was true in her voice, which was calm without any trace of abnormality: "Really? Logically, I should go to pay my respects. Send me the address."

Song Wanyue glanced at Zhou Wenyang again before telling him the location of the cemetery.

After hanging up the phone, she told Zhou Wenyang about it.

"It seems like you two haven't met before. It's a good opportunity for me to introduce you to each other."

Zhou Wenyang lowered his head and concentrated on cleaning the tombstone. He seemed to have hummed softly, but the voice was too soft and Song Wanyue didn't hear it.

She was afraid that Duan Baiting couldn't find the location, so she sent another location.

In less than half an hour, he arrived.

There are gradually more and more people visiting the cemetery, and the custom of sweeping tombs near the end of the year has always existed.

The place, which used to be quiet, has become lively recently.

Duan Baiting came here directly after staying up all night at home, without even changing his clothes.

A black suit is quite appropriate for the occasion. The cool scent of incense and candles on his body has not yet completely dissipated.

He adjusted the thin-rimmed glasses on his nose and placed the bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums in his hand in front of the tombstone.

I went over and lit three incense sticks and saw the name and date of death on the tombstone.

He passed away just last year.

After burning incense, place it in front of the tomb.

He stood up straight and greeted Zhou Wenyang in a calm voice.

He stretched out his right hand and introduced himself briefly: "Duan Baiting, Song Wanyue's husband." His

statement was concise and precise, and his identity was introduced very clearly.

Zhou Wenyang raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

The slight fatigue from staying up all night and traveling a long way had long been well concealed behind his lenses.

The man's face was calm and his tone of voice did not fluctuate.

But Zhou Wenyang still noticed something subtle.

He stretched out his hand and shook it briefly: "Zhou Wenyang."

The two men were of similar height and build, the only difference between them was probably their temperament.

A cold, noble and unfathomable person. An unruly and extroverted person.

Song Wanyue felt strangely aware of an undercurrent during their seemingly friendly self-introductions.

Zhou Wenyang glanced at the paper money that Song Wanyue was still holding in her arms, reached out to take it, lit it with a lighter, and placed it in front of the grave.

Watch them burn quietly.

Song Wanyue also stepped forward, opened a new stack of paper money and put it into the fire.

This is a kind of psychological sustenance for deceased relatives.

Even though we know that the paper money is useless after burning, we still buy a lot of it every year and burn them one by one.

The deceased had nothing to do with him, so Duan Baiting just stood aside and watched.

His coldness and aloofness in the cemetery created an eerie harmony.

Under the lenses, those calm eyes watched everything in front of them calmly.

Song Wanyue couldn't see clearly, but he saw it clearly.

The look in the man next to her was filled with aggression that was tried hard to be restrained.

There is no doubt that he likes Song Wanyue, and that kind of love cannot be concealed.

After all the paper money was burned, Duan Baiting calmly took Song Wanyue into his arms, reached out and adjusted her collar to see how thick it was: "I've told you many times to wear more."

Song Wanyue snuggled in his arms and argued: "It looks thin, but it's actually quite thick."

Such self-contradictory words were even outrageous to her, let alone she could expect to fool Duan Baiting.

But he didn't continue talking, probably because he considered that she had friends around.

Zhou Wenyang said nothing and kept adding paper money to the fire.

As the flames grew higher, they even cast a warm glow on half of his face.

Later on, the movements became somewhat mechanical.

It's as if there is no brain to control it, and it just relies on inertia.

Duan Baiting has been at the cemetery every day these days. He is very familiar with the tomb-sweeping process and knows that it will not be completed in a short time.

After all, he is an outsider and it is not appropriate to disturb him too much.

He took off his coat, put it on Song Wanyue's shoulder, and said softly, "I'll wait for you over there. Come directly over when you're done."

Song Wanyue nodded, "Okay."

Duan Baiting lit a cigarette outside the pavilion not far away, his eyes casually falling in the direction they were.

It was quite lively today, with many people around, and he could vaguely see Song Wanyue.

She seemed very busy, occasionally squatting down and disappearing, occasionally standing up and carefully lighting the incense and candles in her hand.

Today is Grandpa Zhou's death anniversary, and they also visited the graves of Zhou Wenyang's other relatives.

Song Wanyue was afraid that Zhou Wenyang would be sad, so she kept making jokes and talking about irrelevant things.

"Isn't my husband handsome?"

She said it as if she was showing off.

The tomb sweeping stopped and Zhou Wenyang frowned silently.

No answer.

Song Wanyue talked to herself: "But you two probably can't be friends. Your personalities are too different."

Perhaps he found her words funny, he actually sneered: "Why should I be friends with him?"

Song Wanyue was stunned by his question.

Too.

According to Zhou Wenyang's previous personality, what he hated the most were people like Duan Baiting.

And Duan Baiting might not like him.

She was afraid that Duan Baiting would have to wait too long, so she moved very quickly throughout the process.

But there were so many graves to be swept that it still took a lot of time no matter how fast we went.

After not seeing each other for a few days, she felt like she was reunited. She ran to Duan Baiting excitedly and threw herself into his arms.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his brow.

It was only then that I noticed the fatigue in his eyes.

She felt so distressed that she stroked the light blue spots under his eyes with her hand: "Why don't you rest at home? Didn't you sleep all night? You must be very tired."

After she finished stroking him, he slowly put his glasses back on: "I'm fine. I'll get a room in a nearby hotel and lie down for a while."

Song Wanyue lifted his left hand and looked at the time on the watch.

"Aren't you going to meet my parents?"

"I came too hastily. I didn't prepare anything. And we have to return to North City in the evening, so it's too rushed." He said gently, "Wait until I'm done with these days, and then I'll pay you a formal visit."

Song Wanyue nodded: "Wait for me for a moment, I'm going to the bathroom."

The bathroom was nearby. Not long after Song Wanyue left, Zhou Wenyang came over with her scarf.

It was left in his car when I drove him home yesterday.

Those who didn't see Song Wanyue could only give it to Duan Baiting and ask him to pass it on.

The man clenched the soft scarf in his palm and whispered thanks.

A pair of eyes that were too calm, with a very pale color. Because he is too calm, he tends to be a bit arrogant and condescending.

Zhou Wenyang didn't stay long and turned to leave.

Duan Baiting then withdrew his gaze and looked at the scarf in his hand which was still warm.

It was what Zhou Wenyang's hands were stained with when he took it just now.

Duan Baiting walked to the trash can and threw it in without changing his expression.

-Song

Wanyue finished using the toilet and put on some makeup before coming over: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Duan Baiting shook his head. After she got in the car, he turned sideways and fastened her seat belt.

He apologized to her lightly, saying that he had forgotten to take the scarf.

Song Wanyue thought about it and realized that she seemed to be wearing a scarf yesterday, but after getting on the bus, she felt hot so she took it off and threw it on the back seat.

She was still a little reluctant: "That scarf is very expensive."

After fastening her seat belt and straightening her body, he gently rubbed her face: "I'll give you ten identical ones."

Song Wanyue immediately smiled and climbed her neck with both hands: "Ten identical ones are such a waste, I want ten different ones."

He took the opportunity to place a kiss on her lips: "Okay."

They drove to a nearby place to have a meal. The place for dinner was chosen by Song Wanyue.

He said he wanted him to try the local Shanghai cuisine.

It was obvious that he didn't like it, as he put down his chopsticks after taking two bites.

Duan Baiting has a light taste and he doesn't like anything that is too salty, too spicy or too sweet.

He is a picky person. If something doesn't suit his taste, he would rather starve than compromise.

Song Wanyue murmured softly, wondering why he was even more pampered than her.

Duan Baiting was indeed a little sleepy. He had traveled between two countries and experienced jet lag before, but he had never felt as tired as he did today.

He randomly checked into a room near the restaurant, took off his clothes, and fell asleep while holding Song Wanyue in his arms.

This sleep didn't last long, I only slept for two hours.

It seemed like there was a biological clock in his body that would wake him up at a certain time.

Within a few minutes of waking up, he pressed the person in his arms under him.

Song Wanyue was stripped naked, and asked him dissatisfiedly: "You came all the way here just to sleep with me?"

"I want to see you." He said in a hoarse voice, kissing her neck passionately, "Sleep with me by the way."