Chapter 103 "Don't hit me"
Song Xi's heart skipped a beat.
"I thought you would think I was weak."
"I won't."
Jing Zhuo touched her head and said, "Apart from their experiences, circumstances, and difficulties, judging a person's character, way of doing things, and decision-making methods is a form of mindless bullying."
Song Xi stared at him blankly, her eyes bright and warm.
"Zhang Henian, you are so cultured."
You are so good at praising people.
"I am so happy with all the praise."
"Why are you calling me by my nickname?" Jing Zhuo pinched her face and corrected her, "Call me husband."
From the time they got their marriage certificate until now, they have fulfilled their duties as husband and wife so many times, but she has never called him husband in a clingy way.
Not even once.
Song Xi smoothed his damp short hair, lowered her head, and looked at his face.
"Husband~"
The ending tone was soft and lingering, and it went straight into Jing Zhuo's heart.
Jing Zhuo's Adam's apple rolled, and he raised his head to move closer, wanting to kiss her lips, but Song Xi held his handsome face and pulled him away, saying seriously:
"Don't worry, husband. I won't let them take advantage of you, blackmail you, or suck your blood!"
"The previous Song Xi is dead. Now it's Niuhulu Song Xi. I will stand on my own two feet, live a good life, pursue my career, and protect my husband."
Jing Zhuo: “…”
He stared at her opening and closing lips, waiting for her to finish speaking, then he grabbed her neck, pressed it down, and pressed his thin lips against hers.
"Okay." A low, hoarse voice was filled with doting during the kiss.
"Niuhulu Songxi, can we kiss?"
Song Xi: "...Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, his lips pressed against hers, and he took the posture of a subordinate, controlling every step and the rhythm.
Definitely not doing it tonight.
Cultivate the relationship between husband and wife.
The next morning, Song Xi got the household registration book, said goodbye to everyone in a friendly manner, and took Jing Zhuo to the cemetery.
Her parents are buried here together.
The weather at the end of May was nice with a gentle breeze.
The willow branches drooped down, and with the help of the wind, they swept away the photos on the tombstone.
Song Xi squatted down, wiped the tombstone with a wet tissue, and placed two bouquets of roses.
Her mother loves roses the most.
The couple in the photo is snuggling together, smiling, beautiful and loving, and their eyebrows, eyes and bone structure all have the shadow of Song Xi.
"Mom and Dad, Xibao is getting married."
Song Xi squatted in front of the stele, speaking in a relaxed tone: "This is my husband. I brought him to see you. His name is Jing Zhuo, and his nickname is Zhang Henian. He is He Ning's elder brother, but he is not fierce at all. He is very good, and I like him very much."
"Besides, He Ning and I are going to become a family. I can officially register as her family member. From now on, her parents, grandparents, grandma and grandpa, and Qiqi will all be my family. Isn't that awesome?"
"I'll take good care of myself."
She squatted in front of the grave and kept chattering, as if she had returned to the chatty little girl of five years old.
In front of her parents, even if it was a black and white photo, she was clingy and whining like a spoiled child.
She even introduced her best friend to her parents.
Jing Zhuo lowered his eyes slightly, squatted down, and swept the grave with her.
“Uncle and aunt, please don’t worry.”
No matter how many words there are, in summary, there are only three words left: "Please rest assured."
He looked at the couple in the photo, in the spring breeze, under the willow tree, next to Song Xi, in front of her parents, making promises word by word.
"There's no one else I love except her."
The breeze is blowing.
Song Xi's heart fluttered.
After sweeping the grave, I was supposed to go to my uncle and aunt's house.
But I learned that they were not at home recently and the whole family went out traveling.
Jing Zhuo bought a ticket back to the city and went straight back to the capital.
Song Shiqian drove them to the airport and said goodbye with a smile.
When entering the security checkpoint, Song Xi turned around and said something to him softly.
"Uncle, thank you."
Song Shiqian raised the corners of his lips, his short hair fluttering in the wind, revealing a pair of handsome eyebrows and eyes.
“This is what I should do.”
Three hours later, the plane landed in Beijing. Jing Zhuo found his car in the airport parking lot and drove directly to his grandfather's house.
As the Dragon Boat Festival approached, grandma was twisting colorful ropes in the yard.
Zhang Hening sat on a stone bench, stretched out her wrist lazily, and waited for her grandma to put it on her.
"Everyone should wear it. It is used to pray for good fortune. When it rains, you can cut it off and throw it into the rain, and all your illnesses and worries will flow away."
My grandfather passed by and also had one on his hand.
He muttered, "I wear it year after year, but my high blood pressure doesn't go down."
Grandma: "It's just a blessing string, not your lifeline. If wearing a bracelet can do this and that, then we should all wear ten of them to curse the Japanese. Why did we fight the war back then?"
Grandpa: “…”
As they were talking, Song Xi and Jing Zhuo walked in from outside.
Grandma saw them and waved happily: "Come on, you two want to wear it too. Stretch out your hands and let grandma rub it for you."
As she spoke, she gathered a few reels of colored thread in her hand, twisted them into a thin, colorful rope, and gestured on Song Xi's wrist.
Song Xi was infected by this atmosphere.
She stretched out her slender white wrists and let her grandma tie them up.
The white wrists look extremely beautiful with the colorful strings.
Grandma then called out to Jingzhuo who was standing behind her: "Zhuzhuo, you too, stretch out your hand so I can compare the length."
Jingzhuo is usually fierce at home, but he is particularly well-behaved with his grandparents. He extends his wrist meekly like a big puppy with its fur smoothed.
Grandma gave Jingzhuo another one, and everyone in the yard wore it, but she still felt unsatisfied.
"When you have children in the future, grandma can make little tiger sachets next year. I have great skills, but I just don't have the opportunity to use them."
Song Xi felt embarrassed when he heard this.
She seemed... seemed... to have not thought about this matter yet.
Zhang Hening said lazily, "Xibao's career is on the rise now, so she definitely won't be able to have a baby next year."
Grandma: "Then the year after next."
"Not necessarily."
"The year after next."
"The year after next will be tough."
“…”
As the grandfather and grandson were talking, a tall and thin figure came in from outside the yard. He was dressed in trendy clothes and had cool headphones hanging around his neck.
The sound arrives before the person arrives.
"Grandma, I'm here to see you!"
When grandma saw him, she smiled and waved.
"Zhuangzhuang is back. Come, stretch out your hands and put on the colorful rope."
Chaoku Zhuangzhuang put the two boxes of rice dumplings on the table and stretched out his wrist skillfully.
He glanced at Song Xi and saw him standing beside him. His eyes lit up instantly and he couldn't move his eyes away.
"Who is this little sister? I've never seen her before. Is she He Ning's good friend? What's her name? Can we add each other on WeChat?"
Jing Zhuo glanced at him and said, "You have a good eye."
He said slowly: "This is my wife."
Zhuangzhuang: “!!!”
Zhuangzhuang's expression changed immediately. His outstretched hands were tied with colorful ropes, and he couldn't run away for a while. He opened his mouth and begged for mercy.
"Wrong, wrong, Jing-ge."
"Don't hit me."
"I just got my hair done."
"The pants are new too."
"Grandma, help! Your grandson is going to hit someone..."
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