Yan Zeyang talked to the man in his fifties at the door for a while.

Wen Xin was waiting outside the door. She was only wearing a blue dress with white flowers today. It had drawstrings at the waist, which raised her waistline to make her chest look plump and her legs look long. When the wind blew, the hem of her skirt rippled, which was very simple and beautiful. The wind temporarily ruffled the strands of hair around her warm, white and bright face.

It was like the wind had blown her mind into disarray.

What a mess.

Some neighbors passed by this alley, some were riding bicycles, some were walking. As they passed by, they all looked at the quiet and beautiful woman standing in front of the ancient house, caressed by the breeze. Her fingers inadvertently brushed over her long hair that was messed up by the wind, and she tucked the messy hair behind her ears.

It is as beautiful as an ink painting.

The person in the painting didn't care at all that passersby were staring at her. She just had a worried look on her face, as confused as a lost cub, and didn't seem to know what to do.

Yan Zeyang asked the man in his fifties some questions, all about the taboos and precautions for women to take when they get pregnant. He listened very carefully, but Wen Xin didn't hear a word he said. Her mind was in a mess, as if it was unreal. She kept wondering, how did she get pregnant?

Did I take the pulse incorrectly?

This unexpected pregnancy happened too quickly, and she was completely unprepared. If this was true, what would she do in the future? Studies stopped? marry? Have a child? She was not mentally prepared at all. Now thinking about it, when she was in the hospital before, she had guessed that the male and female protagonists of the original book had not had children for many years, and it was because Yan Motou was not good in that aspect.

As a result, she didn’t take the medicine for one day and got pregnant... What kind of a supernatural sharpshooter is he? Is it always successful?

She originally wanted to hold off until she graduated from college, but ended up giving up before she even finished her freshman year. What a mess it is.

After Yan Zeyang wrote down everything he needed to pay attention to, he turned around and saw Wen Xin standing at the steps at the door. She was graceful and pitiful. She didn't look anywhere else, but stared blankly at the few small grasses in the cracks of the wall. She looked so miserable, as if she was the weed by the wall.

Yan Zeyang paused, and the curve on his lips slowly disappeared.

"You have to be careful this month. Fortunately, this girl is in good health, has a good foundation, and the fetus is in good condition. You don't have to worry too much. Pay more attention to your health and diet..."

"Okay, thank you Grandpa Lang, I'm sorry for your trouble." The smile disappeared from Yan Zeyang's lips. He nodded slightly and said goodbye to the man in his fifties.

"Why are you being so polite to me? Your mother took good care of me when she was alive..." At this point, the man in his fifties quickly stopped talking and said, "Look at me... Go back quickly. It's windy outside."

When Yan Zeyang took Wen Xin away, they walked in a narrow alley. He was in front and Wen Xin followed behind. He didn't say a word and walked with a tense figure, seeming a little angry.

Wen Xin followed behind him with unsteady steps. He didn't say anything and she stumbled over what to say.

When they were about to walk out of the alley, Yan Ze suddenly stopped. Wen Xin didn't pay any attention to him, nor did she look at the road ahead. He walked slowly, and she was also slow. She was lost in thought all the way and had no intention of talking to him. When he stopped in front of her, she didn't notice and gently bumped into his back.

Yan Zeyang turned around and nervously grabbed her, afraid that she would bump into something and fall. He then looked at the heeled sandals on her feet.

Then he looked at her expressionlessly for a long while before asking her, "Are you unhappy? If you don't want to give birth to me, I won't force you."

He waited for her answer.

But Wen Xin lowered her head and said nothing. Yan Motou waited for a long time, but she didn't speak. His face became more and more gloomy, and finally it was so gloomy that water could drip from it. "Okay, I won't force you. If you don't want to, I will find a place for you to abort the baby." After saying that, he turned around hurriedly, as if saying it would tear his heart apart. He walked so quickly that he was afraid that if he stayed for a moment longer, he would regret what he had just said.

On impulse, he took several steps forward only to realize that the person behind him had not caught up. Turning back, he saw Wen Xin whimpering like a kitten, not moving forward at all.

He walked back angrily and stood in front of her. In just a moment, his voice became hoarse with anxiety: "Why are you crying, huh? Do you want it or not? I respect you!"

Wen Xin sobbed, "I don't, I don't want to have a baby..." Hearing this, Yan Motou felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. Then he heard her sobbing, "I don't want to abort the baby either..."

Yan Mo's eyes were red. He stood there, staring at the top of her hair, and asked her through gritted teeth: "Then tell me, what do you want? I will satisfy you with everything I can do."

Wen Xin sniffed and whispered aggrievedly like a poor creature, "I'm scared. I'm still young. Giving birth will be so painful..." She had just turned twenty-one. She felt that she was still a child and had no intention of becoming a mother at all.

There were fewer pedestrians in the alley at this time. Yan Motou stared at her and watched her cry for a long time. When he heard her say, "I'm still young and it hurts so much," he endured it again and again, stretched out his hands to hug her in his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her head. Her furry little head immediately arched against his chest and burrowed into his chest. He said in a hoarse and sour voice, "You haven't given birth yet, you're almost killing me with pain." He said, "Do you remember what you said before? It turns out you were lying to me. You said you wanted to have a baby with me, but it turns out you don't want to at all. I won't force you. If you don't want to, just give the baby away..."

He wanted to say that she was only a month pregnant and it was still unstable, and if she didn't want it, she could just take some medicine and have it aborted, but he couldn't bring himself to say the word abortion. He was already 28 years old this year, and he had a partner, but they hadn't been able to get married. When they didn't have Wen Xin, he didn't think about these things, but after he had her, how could he not think about them? He wanted to get married, wanted to marry her, wanted her to give birth to a child for him, any child would do...

However, if she didn't want to, his self-esteem and pride wouldn't allow him to force her to do anything, but he felt so painful in his heart that he couldn't breathe. Even such a big man, his eyes were red at this time.

"It's not that I don't want to give birth to a child for you, I'm just a little scared. I'm afraid of the pain..." Wen Xin snuggled in his arms, feeling the anger in his heart, and said cautiously.

"It doesn't hurt, don't be afraid, I'll take care of everything." Hearing her finally speak, saying that she was willing and that she was just afraid, his heart-wrenching heart finally calmed down. He sighed and hugged her: "Okay, don't cry, you're only a month old, it's not good to be emotional."

"But you still told me to have an abortion. You are so cruel." Wen Xin cried even harder. She remembered the grudge and refused to admit it.

Yan Zeyang: “…” Who is the one who writes the word “I don’t want it” on her face when she finds out she’s pregnant? He waited for her to speak all the way, but she said nothing. What was she thinking?

He wondered at the time, did she not want this child at all? He had worked hard day and night, firing countless bullets to get this child. If she doesn't want him, isn't that tearing his heart apart? His woman didn't even want to have his child. At that moment, it was hard to describe how frustrated and disheartened he felt.

Now this unreasonable woman turns around and accuses him. What else can he say?

"Okay, okay, stop crying. Be good. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll take you to eat, okay? Take good care of the baby and your body, and we'll talk about it when you give birth, okay? I'll be with you when you give birth. It hurts me, so I'll take your pain, okay? If it doesn't work, I'll give birth for you..." Seeing that she was crying so hard, Yan Mo was also very anxious. He had just inquired about it. Pregnant women have great mood swings in the early stages of pregnancy, so they must not be allowed to have an emotional breakdown and must be coaxed more.

Wen Xin held the familiar embrace, listened to his words, and couldn't help but burst out laughing, with two lines of tears still on her face, and then she burst into laughter.

Maybe everything happened too suddenly, and her emotions were unstable. She was particularly tearful during this period. Tears would fall because of a word, an action, or a little bit of grievance, and in the blink of an eye, she was back to normal.

"You just told me to abort the baby, wuwu." Wen Xin had not yet forgotten what Yan Motou had just said about asking her to abort the baby, and she was about to cry again.

Yama: "..." He was angry, he said: "If I didn't see that you didn't want it, would I say that?"

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong, please stop crying. It hurts my heart." Yama held the person in his arms, not knowing whether to comfort her or not. He was the commander of two regiments and was not afraid of facing thousands of troops, but he was afraid that the little person in his arms would cry. When she cried, he lost all his temper. As long as she was fine, ate well, drank well, slept well, and nothing happened, he would have nothing to worry about. Otherwise, he would be worried about her every day, and he would be cold or hot. When he was free, his mind was full of her affairs. He really couldn't do anything about her.

But he is really good at making people angry. Every time he gets so angry that his heart, liver and lungs ache.

"Are you hungry? Well, let me take you to eat something." Yama hurriedly diverted her attention. Looking at her eyes that were red like two small walnuts from crying, he felt really distressed. He didn't know where she got so many tears every day. She would be in tears at the slightest grievance. Apart from coaxing her, what else could he do?

"Um……"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Meat."

Soon, Yama took her to a private restaurant and ordered many meat dishes, including braised beef tendon in sauce, which was cooked to the perfect temperature. It was soft, sticky, chewy and very fragrant. Eight Treasures Money Bag, wrap the ingredients in thousand sheets of flour and tie them into the shape of a small money bag. It is very delicious and contains shrimps, mushrooms, eggs and meat.

Then there are the sweet and sour pork tenderloin, steamed spare ribs and the fresh, fragrant and tender white-cut chicken.

Wen Xin had long forgotten that she was carrying a baby in her belly. When she saw the meat, she happily started to eat it again. There were no traces of tears on her face, only her eyes were still red. Instead, she was eating very happily. The demon next to her didn't eat much. She put all the good and tender meat into her mouth. Her little mouth was bulging and greasy. She stared at the meat on the plate. Finally, she had to work very hard to control herself. If she continued to eat like this, she would gain another three pounds.

"Are you full?" Yan Mo asked, and when she nodded, he ate up the rest of the meat and vegetables she picked up. This young master had never eaten other people's leftovers in his life, but when it came to Wen Xin, he ate without changing his expression and ate all of Wen Xin's leftovers without blinking an brow, guaranteeing that he didn't dislike it at all and was willing to do so. He would rather Wen Xin eat well and not cry, and he didn't care about picking up leftovers. When the dishes came up, he didn't move his chopsticks at all, and let her pick first, and then he would eat the leftovers.

I also ordered her a glass of juice made from fresh fruit. She drank it warmly, and finally made this little witch happy. She ate and drank well, and finally burst into laughter.

Then she was taken out by Yama Head in a stupid way. After walking for a while, she felt drowsy and then she remembered where they were going. This place feels so strange, it doesn't seem like this is where he lives.

Before she could ask, she saw...Civil Affairs Bureau?

She grabbed Yan Motou's hand and said, "Why are we here?"

Yama looked at her, "What do you think? Go in and take a look."

"I don't……"

Without saying anything, he was dragged into the Marriage Management Office of the Civil Affairs Bureau. He asked her to fill out some things at the window because you needed your household registration to fly in those days, so Yan Zeyang carried them with him and could go through the marriage procedures right away.

But Wen Xin just stared at him talking to that acquaintance in the institute. She was standing beside him, wanting to say something but hesitant to get a word in. How come she suddenly got pregnant and wanted to get married suddenly? But if she told him that she didn't want to get married, what would happen to the baby in her belly? She didn't want to abort it now.

When it was their turn, she quickly pulled Yan Mo's head and whispered, "Isn't it too urgent today? How about another day..."

Yan Motou remained calm and glared at her, "Who promised me that we would get married as soon as I got pregnant? You must keep your word. Don't waste time. Fill it out quickly and get the certificate first. Then we can arrange the wedding."

"But..." Wen Xin looked at the few people queuing behind her who wanted to apply for a marriage certificate, and she asked him in a lower voice, "But, doesn't your army require you to submit a marriage report?" Marriage regulations for military personnel are very strict.

Yan Zeyang snorted, "We've passed the political review, and we're just waiting to get married. The certificate is in our household registration booklet, and we can go back to Kyoto every day? Let's get the certificate before we go back to Huzhou tomorrow. The Civil Affairs Bureau is about to close, so hurry up and don't keep us waiting."

Under Yan Zeyang's constant urging and coaxing, Wen Xin got the certificate in a daze.

She didn't know what happened, but it was processed very quickly. She got the certificate just as she came to her senses. It was a folded piece of paper with "marriage certificate" written on the front. When she opened it, there was some quotation, and her and Yan Zeyang's names were written below, followed by their ages, and they voluntarily got married. After examination, they were in compliance with... the provisions of the Marriage Law on marriage, so this certificate is issued.

Before she could take a closer look, it was taken away by Yama Head next to her. She followed the certificate with her eyes and saw with her own eyes that he held two certificates in his hand. He opened them one by one and looked at them. The expression on his face could definitely be described as joy and satisfaction.

After a while, he found Wen Xin was looking at him. His face straightened, he closed the two pieces of paper, put them in his pocket, put his fist to his lips, coughed, and then explained seriously: "Comrade Wen Xin, I will keep the marriage certificate for you and lock it up somewhere to prevent you from losing it."

"oh."