Chapter 108: Childhood sweethearts’ comparison group 32
The coldness in this city is getting more oppressive, and the festive atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger.
Towards the end of the year, the Lin and He families arranged a marriage for their two children.
At the age of 18, He Yan was extremely popular and became a role model in the eyes of parents who were urging their children to get married.
The neighbors nearby are increasingly pressuring their children who have already returned home for the New Year to get married.
Next to the camphor tree downstairs
Auntie Tian came out with her grandson in her arms to get some fresh air. "I think Yan Zi is a good match. She is very good-looking, well-educated, and has a good job. I heard that she is a lawyer in a law firm in Shanghai."
It's a pity that such a good young man is not from her family. You know, her youngest daughter is not married yet.
"Who said it wasn't?" Another lady came over and said, "It's not that fools have good luck. Yan Zi usually looks silly, but who knew she would find such a capable partner."
"You two are shortsighted." Mrs. Li snorted coldly, "I don't think they will last long."
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it, one of these two people is a PhD, and the other couldn't even get into college. How can they have common topics to talk about on a daily basis? If the couple can't even talk to each other, they will break up sooner or later." She curled her lips, feeling a little disdainful in her heart. How dare a junior college student associate with a PhD? Yan Zi only has a good face.
"No way, they are already engaged. I saw the wedding banquet was quite formal. I heard that Yan's future mother-in-law even gave her a nice jade bracelet." She just couldn't stand Mrs. Li's mean look of being sour grapes because she couldn't get them.
"Hmph, let alone engagement, there are a lot of divorces even after marriage. I guarantee you, they won't last long."
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The protagonist who was being talked about by everyone was strolling on the street with her fiancé.
Because I have been obsessed with cooking recently, He Yan hasn't updated her Weibo about handmade crafts for a long time.
When she had some free time, she finally remembered the fans who were forgotten by Daming Lake.
I felt guilty for a moment and went to the backstage. Sure enough, there were countless messages in the private messages.
So, today she went to a nearby pottery museum under the pretext of a date to DIY a few Chinese New Year porcelain cups, and then gave them out for a lucky draw to her fans.
"Slow down." Lin Qing'an walked on the outside of the road, silently protecting the jumping little girl.
With someone protecting her, she walked backwards and forwards, introducing him to the interesting things about this street with a smile on her face.
When they arrived at the pottery studio, the boss saw her and smiled as he led the two of them to the workbench in the corner, which was her usual place.
He Yan does things on a whim, but her enthusiasm only lasts for a short time and she can't keep it up for long.
When she was fascinated by pottery, she always came to this store to DIY various porcelain items, but once her interest faded, she turned to other things.
Her fans have also become accustomed to their blogger's random comments, and it seems that she knows a little bit about everything, but is not proficient in anything.
Lin Qing'an held the camera and filmed her for two hours. The slightly yellowish light in the store reflected on her fair cheeks. A few beads of sweat hung on her full forehead. Her clear eyes were rippling with light and sparkling with stars.
Time passed quickly as he watched her work quietly, until the pain in his arm woke him up.
"Is it done?" The little man made of mud was still covered in dust.
"No, they still need to be calcined. Only after being roasted in a fierce fire can they transform into the appearance you appreciate." She raised her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and her bones creaked when she stood up.
Hanging the camera around his neck, he held her face in his hands and gently wiped away the dust that had just stuck to her with a tissue. "You've been working for so long, you must be hungry, right? Do you want to go out for dinner?"
Before she finished speaking, He Yan's stomach started growling. She blushed in embarrassment: "I didn't feel hungry until you said it. But now that you said it, I feel so hungry that my chest is sticking to my back."
Glancing at her bulging breasts, Lin Qing'an looked away uncomfortably and cleared his throat: "So what do you want to eat?"
Holding his arm, He Yan leaned half of her body on him, and said coquettishly, "Brother Qing'an, let's go eat Malatang. I know there is a Malatang restaurant in the back street that tastes amazing. Come with me."
Who can resist the coquetry of their partner?
After accompanying her to finish eating the spicy hot pot, Lin Qing'an helped her edit the footage that had just been shot and selected the appropriate BGM as background music.
After working all afternoon, it was already dark when I finished work. Night always comes early in winter, and it was only six o'clock now.
After watching TV series for an entire afternoon, He Yan blinked her dry eyes, and very servilely helped someone stretch his muscles by giving him a massage, while she kept flattering him as if it was free.
"Wow, Qing An, you are amazing! Normally I have to work until midnight because some materials cannot be used."
"Brother Qing'an, you've worked hard. Would you like a cup of fruit tea?" She had nothing to do, so she went outside for a walk.
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By the time they packed up their computers and went home, the streets were filled with children holding lanterns and setting off firecrackers.
"It's so boring." He Yan curled her lips in sympathy. "When I was a kid, I loved setting off fireworks. Kids nowadays can't even enjoy the fun of fireworks."
The night wind was even more biting. Lin Qing'an tightened the scarf around her neck. Small snowflakes began to float in the air.
Soon, the trees on both sides of the street, the roofs, and the small stalls were covered with a layer of light white.
She shrunk her neck and hid behind her fiancé, as if she realized for the first time how tall he was. With him blocking the way, the wind and snow died down a little.
"Sister, you are so shameful. You are still afraid of the cold at this age!" The child appeared from nowhere, holding a lantern and making faces at her. His naughty look was both annoying and funny.
"Wow, Lin Qing'an, someone is bullying your girlfriend!" Infected by the childishness, she seemed to have become smaller.
He patted the fallen snow off her shoulders with amusement and held her in his arms. Under the dim yellow light, the children's laughter, the sound of firecrackers and the noise of the crowd formed a harmonious picture.
On the way back with the little girl in his arms, Lin Qing'an was lost in thought, wondering if his future children would be as lively and energetic.
He Yan clung tightly to his arms, her face buried in the thick scarf, looking at the white gradually piling up on the ground. Somehow a poem suddenly popped up in her usually simple mind.
If we can get wet in the snow together today, we will live together until we are old.
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