Chapter 184 Finale (Part 2)

Meng Yuchun heard Wei Chuan's screams from a distance and glanced at Sister Fang: "Look at him, he has no respect for his elders."

Sister Fang took the last dish of braised pork trotters with soybeans out of the pot and laughed, "I see you're quite happy with it."

Meng Yuchun sneered, "Whoever wants to, wait until he comes in and I'll tell him off."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Chuan entered the yard and raised the gift in his hand: "I'm in this state, and you're still scolding me?"

Meng Yuchun choked for a moment: "Why buy so many things? I haven't finished the tea I bought last time."

"My parents prepared this." Wei Chuan squatted down in front of the old man, "You don't want this?"

Meng Yuchun laughed and said, "Send it in."

"Okay." Wei Chuan gave Meng Tang a wink, "Come with me and carry the things into the house."

What a sweet mouth! Meng Tang followed Wei Chuan into the house, sorted all the gifts sent by Chu Yin, and then sent them to the old man and Sister Fang's room.

As for things like bird's nest, Wei Chuan took them out separately: "These need to be preserved if they are to be eaten. The preservation instructions are on them. I'll take them to Sister Fang."

Sister Fang had been in the Meng family in her early years and was also an experienced person. After Wei Chuan gave her the things, she stored them in different categories.

"I'll make a stew for you and Xiaotang tomorrow morning." Sister Fang said happily.

"Stop stewing it for me. I don't want to eat it." Wei Chuan said with disgust.

Sister Fang laughed: "Why are you saying the same thing as the old man?"

Wei Chuan snorted and laughed: "If we are not from the same family, we should not enter the same house. In this case, I will stew it for you and Meng Tang. Forget about us two grown men. We really don't like it."

Sister Fang could tell that the food Wei Chuan brought was all top quality, so she laughed and said, "Then let's stew it for Xiaotang. He's lost some weight from studying big parts at school lately."

"It's okay, I'm here." Wei Chuan said, "This is for you and Meng Tang. She won't be home for a few days, it would be a waste if you don't eat it."

Sister Fang was very pleased. She had been in the Meng family for many years, and it was normal for Meng Tang and Meng Yuchun to treat her as a family member, but the fact that Wei Chuan did this showed that he really loved Meng Tang.

She raised Meng Tang from childhood to adulthood and treated her like her own daughter. It is not an exaggeration to say that the more the mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, the more she likes him.

Meng Tang came out of the house and asked with a smile, "What are you talking about?"

"It's time to eat." Sister Fang gestured for her to call the old man, "Xiao Wei, come with me and serve the dishes."

The young couple went to the table in two groups.

When Sister Fang knew they were back, she was so happy that she cooked eight dishes in a row.

Wei Chuan was so happy eating that he was so full that he ended up wandering around the yard.

Meng Tang went to take a shower, and Sister Fang was cleaning up the dishes. Meng Yuchun finished his last cup of tea and coughed, "Stop rocking around. Come and sit down."

Wei Chuan knew that the old man had something to say to him, so he sat down on the stone bench opposite him.

The courtyard was dim, and there was a lamp on the table, which barely allowed them to see each other clearly.

Meng Yuchun said, "Tell me how you got your family to accept Meng Tang. It happened too quickly, and the time was beyond my expectations."

Wei Chuan chuckled: "You're asking me, but you didn't even ask what kind of reading skills your granddaughter has learned from you. You've got my mom under your thumb."

Meng Yuchun raised his eyebrows: "So, Meng Tang fought for it himself?"

Wei Chuan pinched his thumb and index finger together and said, "It's just a little trick. Don't worry, my family likes her very much now. Didn't Meng Tang tell you about what happened at my grandma's birthday party?"

Meng Yuchun sighed, "I've grown up. I don't need anyone's support anymore."

"I'll support her from now on." Wei Chuan patted his chest, "Don't worry."

Meng Yuchun sighed: "When you first came to my house, I thought you were great."

Wei Chuan was surprised: "Last year's National Day?"

Meng Yuchun nodded: "I'm telling you a bunch of nonsense just to find out about your family."

Meng Yuchun could tell a person's character just by chatting with him for a few words.

When it comes to family, we can get more information. The reason why Meng Tang and Wei Chuan were allowed to interact was simply because he felt that Wei Chuan's family background was healthy and warm, which was exactly what Meng Tang needed most.

Wei Chuan never expected that the old man could think so far. It is said that parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run. It is not easy for the old man to do this for Meng Tang at such an old age.

Wei Chuan laughed: "Then you are quite good at judging people."

"Let's go and sleep." Meng Yuchun was in a good mood. He stood up with his hands behind his back, humming a folk love tune as he walked away leisurely.

Wei Chuan shook his head and laughed. When he heard the bathroom door being opened, he quickly stood up and hid behind the crabapple tree.

Meng Tang came out of the bathroom and said happily, "What are some people hiding? Don't they have any idea how tall they are?"

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Wei Chuan came out from behind the crabapple tree and saw that there was no one around. He grabbed Meng Tang's waist and "kidnapped" her back to the room like a bandit.

But the hostage didn't even dare to shout, and instead hugged the "kidnapper"'s neck and flirted with him. He was so shameless.

After entering the bedroom, Meng Tang punched Wei Chuan's shoulder and said, "Don't hug me in the yard next time."

Wei Chuan ignored it and pressed Meng Tang down to give her a kiss: "Can I hold you now?"

"Stop it, please." Meng Tang was tickled by his kiss, and smiled as he dodged, "I'm not tired from driving today, let's take a shower and go to bed."

"Hmph..." Wei Chuan whined and hugged Meng Tang, "When can I sleep with you?"

Meng Tang smiled and held his face: "At Campbell, we can sleep together. At home, I guess we have to wait until we get married."

Wei Chuan pounded his chest, turned over and lay next to Meng Tang, looking as if he had lost all hope in life.

Meng Tang turned over and lay on the bed, poking Wei Chuan's face with his finger: "I won't do any work for the next three days. Can I accompany you to visit Yanqing?"

Wei Chuan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Meng Tang nodded, lowered his head and kissed him soothingly on the lips: "Go to bed."

"Okay." Wei Chuan returned a kiss, then stood up and left obediently.

Meng Tang slept well all night and woke up earlier than Wei Chuan the next day.

Sister Fang stewed bird's nest for her. Meng Tang took it and asked, "Did Wei Chuan bring it?"

Sister Fang nodded.

"Just one?"

"We have everything," Sister Fang replied. "You eat first. I'll go to the kitchen and serve the dumplings."

"good."

Wei Chuan squinted his eyes and walked out of the room with messy hair. He saw his girlfriend eating bird's nest like a fairy, lowered her head to look at him, and returned to the room silently.

Fifteen minutes later, the handsome guy came over with a dazzling attitude and took away the fried dumplings that Meng Tang had just picked up.

"Hmm..." Wei Chuan nodded continuously, "Beef? It's delicious."

Meng Tang pushed the porridge to him: "Drink a sip, don't choke."

Wei Chuan lowered his head and took a sip, then asked, "Where are Grandpa and Sister Fang?"

Meng Tang: "I've already eaten."

Wei Chuan said "Oh": "Where are we going later?"

Meng Tang said, "Let's go to the Intangible Cultural Heritage Museum. You wanted to go there before but didn't make it. The most valuable treasure in the museum was carved by my grandfather thirty years ago."

"Okay." Wei Chuan took out his phone and glanced at it. "The weather has been good these past two days. There are activities in many places during the National Day holiday. There will be too many people. How about we go to Shuiyue Temple?"

Meng Tang smiled and asked him, "I noticed you're quite persistent about that. What are you asking for this time?"

Wei Chuan smiled brightly: "Seeking a match made in heaven."

Meng Tang smiled and took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them, and Wei Chuan followed closely behind.

The two said goodbye to the old man and went out hand in hand.

Along the way, Wei Chuan listened to a lot of popular science talks from Meng Tang, for example: the current Intangible Cultural Heritage Museum is her studio after graduation.

The Yanqing Intangible Cultural Heritage Museum was originally the Meng family's family workshop. Later, when Meng Huaizhang got into trouble, it was rebuilt by the government. Meng Yuchun took great pains to retain some of the rights and interests.

Both her and Meng Yuchun's identities have been verified by the state.

Logically speaking, with Meng Tang's ability, even if he was still studying at school, he should have participated in some work in the family workshop within his ability.

But Meng Yuchun has always suppressed her in order to make a big splash after graduation and quickly become famous in the industry.

Otherwise, with the current various inhumane regulations, Meng Tang may not be able to set up a studio in the Intangible Cultural Heritage Museum, because it takes time, just like some positions require seniority.

Wei Chuan knew nothing about wood carving, but he loved the way Meng Tang looked at the wood carvings.

She seemed to have never given anyone such an infatuated look, including him.

Wei Chuan felt inexplicably lost. It was almost time, so he pulled Meng Tang out of the Intangible Cultural Heritage Museum.

I went home, had dinner, and spent the day quietly.

The next day, Meng Tang got up late because he was too tired. Wei Chuan stared at Meng Tang's window boredly with a crabapple tree leaf in his mouth.

It was not until the window moved slightly that he relaxed his brows and smiled widely.

Sister Fang left some food for them, and Wei Chuan and she ate it slowly, avoiding the hottest part of the noon heat. They went out around three in the afternoon.

Not many people come to Shuiyue Temple, after all, it is not a famous place.

Wei Chuan was still determined to take an unconventional path, and Meng Tang, who had been urged by the old man to exercise, no longer resisted this seemingly steep mountain road.

Wei Chuan was so enthusiastic along the way that Meng Tang found it strange and asked, "It's not like you haven't been here before, why do you act like it's your first time?"

Wei Chuan snorted: "The first time I was ignorant, the second time we 'broke up', this time I came to ask for a fortune to be tied to you for life."

"Uh..." Meng Tang was stunned. "I'm not trying to discourage you. Asking for divination is a matter of personal opinion. If the divination isn't the best, it will always bother you. It's better not to ask for it."

Wei Chuan said firmly: "No, I ask that the best sign is the best, and I will definitely break the worst sign."

He thought this was the temple of his marriage with Meng Tang, and any god who came here would have to say something nice to him.

Meng Tang did not interfere and let Wei Chuan go to draw lots alone.

She bought a prayer belt and wrote two classic marriage poems on it herself, so that if Wei Chuan got a bad fortune, she could feel comforted.

After a while, Wei Chuan came out after asking for a signature, his expression a little dull.

Meng Tang leaned against the railing under the blessing tree, his heart skipping a beat for no apparent reason. Oh no, could he have really drawn a bad fortune?

Wei Chuan walked in front of her, his eyes became clear, the word "Fuck" stuck in his throat, he stared into Meng Tang's eyes and said:

"It's incredible. I didn't expect it to be signed like this."

Meng Tang was also nervous: "Is it good or bad?"

Wei Chuan raised his hand and handed her the signature: "Read it yourself."

Meng Tang took it and suddenly opened his eyes wide. It turned out to be the signing king!

Looking at the content again, she was so shocked that she couldn't recover for a long time——

The first encounter is as shallow as water, only when we meet again will we know it is fate.

The red thread is wrapped around the fingertips thousands of times, half wood and half fate, connecting us for generations.

The two of them met eyes at some point and laughed out loud at the same time.

Wei Chuan couldn't hide his excitement: "It's a perfect match. I have to send this fortune to my family. I guarantee they will be shocked."

He did it right away and took a photo and sent it to the family group.

Meng Tang was also happy. She handed the prayer ribbon to Wei Chuan and said, "Hang it up. I originally wanted to comfort you."

Wei Chuan took it and hung the prayer belt on it.

The afterglow of the setting sun was breathtakingly beautiful. Wei Chuan hugged Meng Tang from behind, put his hands on the railing, and held her in his arms.

Actually, I wanted to kiss her, but since this is a sacred place, I had to be reserved.

The sky gradually darkened, and the clouds on the horizon turned hazy purple and pink. The two of them admired the beautiful scenery quietly for a moment.

Meng Tang raised his head from his arms and looked at Wei Chuan.

Wei Chuan looked down and saw a obsessed and gentle look in her eyes, which startled him.

Yesterday I thought Meng Tang looked at the wood carvings more affectionately than he looked at him, but today I was slapped in the face.

Wei Chuan's Adam's apple rolled, and he restrained himself from kissing her. He rubbed his cheek against hers and said, "If you look at me again, I'll be shy."

Meng Tang chuckled and turned back to continue watching the beautiful sunset.

Until the sky burned red, she said: "Thank you for coming into my world."

She had never felt such a passionate love before, the mere love was scorching.

She didn't catch the tail of last summer, but she caught an unexpected lover.

She was like a piece of wood that was moved by emotion. When she looked back, every scratch made by the carving knife was smoothed out by his gentle eyes.

From then on, the amber years were warm and touching.