Chapter 11 Today is a good day for marriage
Later in the meal, Tang Ke excused herself to go to the bathroom for some fresh air. There was a terrace on this floor. Turn left from the private room, walk to the end, and open a double glass door. The terrace had a wooden flooring built into the concrete floor. The clacking sound of her small leather shoes made up for the lack of clocks in the wild. Along the edge stood a row of large potted plants. Tang Ke couldn't name them; unlike the money tree, they were beyond her knowledge. But for the sake of providing oxygen, she walked over and fist-bumped with each plant's leaves.
In the corner at the end of the green plants stands a nearly one-meter-tall rose-red Bearbrick doll model, which is out of place and does not match the atmosphere of the terrace at all. It loudly announces that few people come here. Only idle people like you who wander around the village all day long, and out-of-date stars like me who should be in the warehouse, will appear here.
"You're all powdered." Tang Ke scraped off a layer of dust from the doll's head and pursed his lips in disgust.
Opposite the doll sits a wooden swing, with simulated vines winding around the swing's frame, and the dead grass seems to be alive.
Tang Ke sat down on the swing and swung twice instinctively. Since there were no spectators, she gradually felt bored. She had agreed to meet her after dusk.
She was the fake Overlord, and Fu Yu was the real Concubine Yu. He waited for a long time at the door of the women's restroom, even attracting the attention of the cleaning lady, but she didn't come out. Then he actually sent a message saying "On the terrace."
He arrived late and opened the door to see a deep statue sitting motionless on a swing, fingers crossed, elbows resting on knees, not even a greeting when he saw him.
"I thought you were constipated." Fu Yu walked forward and looked closely at her expression, and found that it was no different from constipation.
Tang Ke said nothing, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily.
"I thought this kind of thing would never happen to me." There was a sound of rain in her melancholy voice.
Fu Yu's heart tightened, and he didn't dare to act rashly. "What's wrong?"
"Sit down and I'll tell you slowly."
The swing could accommodate three adults. Fu Yu sat down next to her. As the weight changed, the swing swayed slightly, and the slightly rusty joints made a creaking sound.
After the swing stabilized again, Tang Ke slowly said, "This chair is very dirty."
“…”
Fu Yu leaned down, interlocking his fingers with hers in the same profound way. "Do you think there will be a third person coming here?"
Tang Ke: "No more."
“…”
Cicadas hid in the trees, chirping a resounding ellipsis. On a sunny late summer day, some people walked hand in hand, some watched the sea at night, and some stuck their butt out and humbly asked, "Can you help me check if my pants are still dirty?"
Tang Ke only appreciated one point of the five-star atmosphere. Fortunately, she had someone to share her hardships, otherwise she would have seemed too stupid.
She tore off a small vine, vindictive, and played with it in her hands. She leaned against the fence, boredly watching the cars passing by. After today, her status as a married woman would be essentially confirmed. The crucible of marriage had engulfed her like a frog in boiling water. It seemed like everything was ready, only the right conditions were missing.
"Then when are we going to get the marriage certificate?" she asked in a casual tone, swinging the small vine in her hand in circles.
"During the day." Fu Yu didn't let the words fall to the ground, nor did he pick them up.
He is regarded by his male elders as a model of immaturity, neither smoking nor drinking, otherwise he would now be seen with his hands in his pockets instead of being ordinary and confidently immoral.
Tang Ke handed him the artificial grass and signaled "yes". Fu Yu took it naturally and started playing with it like her.
"Let me check the almanac." Tang Ke opened his phone to check auspicious dates and found that the nearest suitable day for marriage was next Thursday. No, the nearest day was today.
So she said, "It's really daytime. Today is a perfect day for getting married."
Fu Yu bent the simulated vine into a circle with a radius of about one centimeter and handed it back to her.
"Yes."
Tang Ke understood what she meant and poked it with his middle finger, despising both the marriage and him.
Fu Yu let go of the fake grass and threw it into the potted plant next to him. "You molested a pair of pure eyes in three seconds."
Tang Ke snorted nonchalantly, "How can I be obscene if I don't have that thing?"
"Having that thing doesn't necessarily mean it's obscene."
"I didn't say what it was."
"I didn't say anything either."
Tang Ke looked at him with a half-smile, "So how do you know for sure you have that thing?"
Fu Yu leaned to the side and said, "Ask."
Tang Ke lazily leaned against the fence, his head tilted back, and unpredictably listed his troops: "Y chromosome."
"Obviously I do."
"An unknown quirk."
"Yes, I probably wash my hands thirty times a day. Does that count?"
"Why? Mysophobia?"
"I get a lot of discomfort from body oils and skin flakes on my keyboard and mouse."
"Oh." Tang Ke tapped the floor with his heels intermittently and continued, "Then... the stars in the sky."
"I have."
"Is this true?" This really surprised her. She just said something outrageous, but she got an unexpected reward.
Fu Yu searched through his phone's photo album and found a certificate. "Not really an ownership. When I was in college, I was fascinated by astronomy and bought the naming rights for a star."
"Wow, yu... Jade Emperor... Great Emperor?" Tang Ke tried to spell out the English word on the certificate but found that it was his native language. The tip of his tongue pressed against his palate in disbelief for a long time.
"I originally wanted to name it 'Prometheus'," said Fu Yu.
Tang Ke raised his thumb in admiration and said, "Dude, I understand you. Prometheus is indeed cool, but the Jade Emperor is even more awesome. He gives Westerners a little Eastern shock."
"There's another reason, guess what." Fu Yu kept it a secret.
Tang Ke stared at his face. She couldn't tell what was going on from his calm eyes and the cold glasses frame that looked like a yellow and white warning line. However, she could sense a hint of mockery and anticipation.
It's probably not a high-sounding reason.
She thought of one, but wasn't sure.
"What's the reward for guessing correctly?" she asked.
The potted soil is covered with a layer of small white pebbles, and the dark green artificial vines appear quite desolate on it. They cannot rot or take root, as if time has stood still. Fake is not real after all, which is nonsense, but to make the fake look real is a trick.
Fu Yu has selfish motives. He wants to do something, but he is so cowardly that he needs an opportunity to ignite his desire.
"A ring," he said. "If you guess right, I'll buy you a ring. It's my treat."
It doesn't matter if he guesses wrong, he thought. Twenty-one-year-old Fu Yu is boring and immature. It's embarrassing to say that people can't even empathize with their past selves.
"A five-carat diamond ring is also okay?" Tang Ke Lion asked loudly.
"That's fine. I'll go down to the mine and dig for you myself."
Well, I still hope that she guesses right, so that he has a reason to buy her a diamond ring and achieve the achievement of binding couple accounts in the Earth Online game.
"Where are you going to dig?"
"Gold miner."
"I knew it."
Forget it, it doesn’t matter if she guessed wrong, she doesn’t know him from the past.
Tang Ke rolled up his nonexistent sleeves and gestured confidently on his palms: "I guessed it!"
"Um?"
Can you guess it right?
"The Jade Emperor."
"Um."
Don't get your heart beating too fast, she is just answering the question, not agreeing to your proposal.
"It's actually the Emperor Yu, right? The Yu in Fu Yu."
……Help.
An indescribable excitement beat from his heart to his throat, and he was speechless. Fireworks exploded in his head, crackling, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally flew higher.
She guessed right.
He leaned his elbows against the fence, covering his face with his hands to shield his chaotic system. He needed to calm down.
"Haha, what's wrong? Did I guess it right?" Tang Ke couldn't help teasing him and poked the back of his hand.
Fu Yu nodded silently, and his loose glasses shook up and down twice.
This person looked like a shy peony. Tang Ke couldn't stop laughing. "Hahaha, it's not shameful. Everyone has this period. Hahahaha!"
Fu Yu buried his head in his hands and said sullenly, "I have no face to face the elders of Jiangdong."
"You are the Jade Emperor, what are you afraid of? Whoever you look at is just like a monkey." Tang Ke waved his hand and passed on his experience of being an emperor.
Fu Yu was moved and prepared to let go.
"Hahahaha 'Emperor Yuhuang', what a talent." A mocking voice sounded cheerfully, and the previous words of comfort were not sincere at all.
Fu Yu covered his body tightly again, determined to suffocate to death.
Tang Ke fantasized about customizing a red banner with yellow characters and hanging it on the door frame. He'd look at his face as he walked in and out of the palace every day, just like he was going to court. Okay, let's do it when we get the chance. People never find it troublesome to do bad things.
"Then, Jade Emperor, when will you take me to buy a ring?" The wind blew into her clothes, bringing a smile.
Fu Yu straightened the frame of his glasses, unable to look directly at her face. Her red ears were dripping with blood.
"It's up to you," he said.
"It's better to do it today than to wait for another day..." Before Tang Ke finished speaking, her cell phone rang. It was her mother calling to urge her to go back.
The older generation doesn’t like to send messages, they prefer to make phone calls no matter big or small. The abrupt ring of the phone instantly makes the original relaxed atmosphere disappear.
"Let's talk about it later. Let's go back first. They are urging us."
Back in the box, Tang Ke's sister and her family of three had to go pick up their eldest son from school, and Fu Yu's younger brother also had the nightlife of a young person to pursue, so they had already left, leaving only the parents of both sides in the room.
The fewer people there were, the more personal the conversation became. Especially since Tang and Fu were so drunk that even the President of the United States would get a few comments if he happened to pass by. They asked when the couple planned to get their marriage certificate and what they thought about the wedding. As for the betrothal gifts and dowry, they didn't have to worry about them; they had already discussed it. The children just needed to focus on their own life events, and they would handle the rest!
"Tsk tsk tsk, no trade, no harm." Tang Ke didn't like the smell of alcohol on the man, so he covered his nose and kept his distance from him.
Fu Yu noticed that she was frowning, so he whispered in her ear, "If you feel uncomfortable, shall we leave first?"
"How do we go?"
"Let's go." Fu Yu stood up, held her hand with his right hand, picked up her bag with his left hand, and left openly without any warning.
Tang Ke didn't react and was led away by him. "Huh? What if they ask about it?"
"Ask if you want." Fu Yu didn't let go of her hand even after walking out of the private room. Perhaps he had forgotten, or perhaps he thought this scene was unfinished. He said, "Anyway, let's just focus on our own life events."
"You seem to be listening intently."
Fu Yu stopped, turned to face her, and asked, "So, when are you going to buy the ring?"
Tang Ke glanced down at him. He still hadn't let go of his hand. There was an unusually prominent vein on the back of his hand. His fingers were simple, slender, and had distinct bones. Perhaps from frequently holding a badminton racket, the base of his palm was a little rough, and his knuckles were slightly flushed.
Would wearing a ring affect his gaming skills? The Y-chromosome Jade Emperor who washes his hands thirty times a day.
"Hmm..." she thought.
Never mind, let’s try it on first, it must look good.
"Tomorrow," she said.
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