Chapter 117
"I haven't left the house yet, and my little dad hasn't gotten up yet."
Bo Yiming was riding his bicycle leisurely among a lush green lawn.
The watch for making calls was pinned to the collar of his clothes. As he spoke, he looked up at the second floor of the mansion.
The white curtains on the terrace are blown into a full arc by the warm wind, soft and quiet.
Xingxing: "Did your big dad tell you where you were going?"
"No."
Bo Yiming supported the handlebars with both hands, straightened his knees and stood up, "I can't play with you today, will you miss your brother?"
Xingxing: "Yeah. I think about it while eating."
Bo Yiming heard his brother's tone was particularly good, and curled the corners of his lips happily, "Brother will miss the stars too."
A voice came from not far away.
"Young Master!"
It’s Uncle Xu.
Bo Yiming turned the bicycle around, pedaled hard twice, and drove towards the mansion: "Grandpa Xu, what's wrong?"
Uncle Xu smiled and said, "The eldest young master said he would be leaving in half an hour."
Bo Yiming jumped out of the car and asked curiously: "Grandpa Xu, do you know anything? Where are you going?"
Uncle Xu walked over and held the handlebars, explaining, "I don't know either. The young master should have made some arrangements. You'll know when the time comes."
Bo Yiming knew that Grandpa Xu rarely lied to him, so he nodded.
"elder brother?"
A faint call came from the watch on my chest, like a forgotten little pet, sounding a little pitiful.
Bo Yiming quickly held up his watch and said, "Xingxing, my brother is here. But I have to go out. Can I tell you when I get there?"
"Um."
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Second floor.
Wen Cishu stretched lazily in the cloud-like quilt, with his eyebrows and eyes hidden in the quilt, leaving only the lower half of his face exposed. His soft lips were an orange-pink hue and slightly swollen.
After stretching his sore limbs, he curled up weakly.
The corner of the quilt was slowly lifted by a hand, and his still somewhat dazed eyes met a face against the light. He muttered softly and buried his face in the quilt.
"What?"
Bo Tingyuan bent down and hugged him along with the soft quilt, "It's time to get up."
"No."
Wen Cishu hid in the quilt, and suddenly seemed to find something. He raised his hands and started pulling at it. Finally, he felt suffocated and pushed the quilt away to breathe heavily. He stared at Bo Tingyuan with messy hair, and pulled out half of the navy blue tie with his slender fingers.
This tie was originally used to tie Bo Tingyuan last night, but inexplicably ended up being tied around his eyes.
I hadn't taken it off yet and it was wrapped around my neck all night.
Bo Tingyuan raised his hand to take off his tie.
Wen Cishu deliberately raised his head: "Untie it."
Bo Tingyuan leaned over and kissed his neck, gently untying the knot that had been hastily tied last night.
Wen Cishu took the opportunity to tickle him.
The two of them fell into the quilt and made a fuss for a while.
Until there was a knock on the door.
"dad?"
Bo Yiming's call came in.
The two fathers' playfulness came to an abrupt stop. Wen Cishu held back his laughter and pushed Bo Tingyuan to stand up. "Yiming, come in."
When Bo Yiming jumped in, he saw the old man bending down to take his glasses and put them on, and his expression returned to his usual calm and serious state.
He recently discovered that in the bedroom, especially when the younger father is around, the older father rarely wears glasses.
Does this mean that Dad is not nearsighted at all?
Bo Yiming looked carefully at his father's stern expression and came to a conclusion:
Big Daddy must be wearing glasses to make himself look more handsome.
However, according to his aesthetic perception, the old man looks younger and more handsome without glasses.
His eyes shifted from the big daddy's face to the little daddy's body, but if the little daddy wears glasses, he will still look good~
Bo Tingyuan watched his youngest son change like a chameleon, switching between various expressions within half a minute.
He walked forward and bent down to look at the little face.
Bo Yiming felt that his father's eyes were strange, and the reflection on the lenses was too sharp. He leaned closer in confusion: "Huh?"
Bo Tingyuan gently rubbed his son's hair: "It's okay."
It only took him a moment to realize that the person standing in front of him was actually his and Wen Cishu's child, who had grown up safely.
"Have you had breakfast?"
Bo Yiming nodded obediently, feeling that the look in his grandfather's eyes was not as simple as his words, but he was still too young to interpret more.
However, he could clearly sense the love emanating from Big Daddy, so he stretched out his hands and hugged him: "Big Daddy, don't worry about me."
In the bathroom not far away, Wen Cishu was holding a toothbrush and looking at the father and son with extremely gentle eyes.
Bo Tingyuan always said that Yiming looked like him, but when they stood face to face like this, it was clear that they did have some similarities.
After Wen Cishu washed up, he walked into the cloakroom and asked, "Boss Bo, how about you give me some advice on what to wear today?"
Bo Yiming, who was lying on the sofa in the living room, looked up and asked, "Hmm?" Why did his little dad say that?
Then he saw Big Daddy walk into the cloakroom and close the door.
Bo Yiming scratched his head in confusion. First, it was the eldest father who arranged for them to go out, and now the young father was talking about "clothing".
He glanced down at his navy blue and white striped shirt.
Both fathers were wearing very formal suits, one black and one blue.
Bo Yiming then realized that something was wrong.
—Why are they dressed like they're going to a wedding? !
He jumped up from the sofa like a monkey.
Wen Cishu laughed and glanced at Bo Tingyuan: "If you jump higher, we will have to ask the repairman from your father's company to come and fix the roof."
Bo Tingyuan pushed up his glasses.
——He remembers what he said, even if it was just a joke.
Bo Yiming was so angry that he turned around in circles looking for his slippers, muttering, "Humph! You didn't even tell your lovely little son that he needed to change clothes in advance! You bad father!"
After saying that, he rushed out, "I also need to change into formal clothes, so wait for me."
Wen Cishu reminded: "Take your time, we haven't had breakfast yet."
Bo Yiming slowed down and walked out of the door quickly. His legs suddenly accelerated and he rushed to his room like a rocket, muttering to himself: "It's a very important day. Shouldn't I customize family clothes for a family of three? Ah!!"
Inside the room, Wen Cishu gently pushed Bo Tingyuan: "Why didn't you remind Yiming?"
Bo Tingyuan held him and walked out: "He will find out by himself."
Wen Cishu smiled secretly, he was indeed the big father who knew the little brat very well.
After laughing, he realized belatedly that he seemed to have exposed the fact that he remembered that today was their wedding anniversary.
So now it becomes, you know it and I know it, but we just don’t say it out loud?
Wen Cishu glanced at him quietly, and he caught her gaze.
He deliberately asked, "Why are you secretly looking at me?"
Bo Tingyuan turned his head and kissed the corner of his lips. The moment he blinked, he bent down and picked him up sideways.
"Eh?" Wen Cishu was surprised to be carried into the elevator by him, "I can walk."
He raised his hand and pressed the elevator button tacitly.
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at the young face that had remained the same for ten years. There was a hint of regret in his deep voice: "In a few decades..."
Wen Cishu quickly covered his lips, looked into his green eyes, and shook his head gently.
He leaned softly against his shoulder and watched the elevator slowly descend to the first floor.
When Bo Tingyuan stepped out, he whispered, "Don't worry, we will be together in a few decades or hundreds of years."
Bo Tingyuan hugged his arms tightly and responded in a low voice: "Yeah."
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Bo Yiming changed his clothes and went downstairs. The two fathers had just finished their meal and were sitting in the living room.
The two of them sat on two sofas, leaning against the back of the sofa in a very leisurely and relaxed manner, their eyes looking quietly at each other.
The midday sun outlined the profiles of the two people. They had very different temperaments, but their expressions were equally gentle.
It's like a painting, or a scene from a movie, filled with a dreamy and beautiful atmosphere.
Bo Yiming realized more deeply than before that although today seemed ordinary, it was actually extraordinary.
He hurried downstairs and rushed towards the fathers who seemed to him to be in a dream.
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The three of them got in the car together.
Bo Yiming did not ask any questions hastily, and even put away his usual impatience, learning from his two fathers and calmly waiting for what was about to happen.
Wen Cishu, who was sitting in the middle, had his hand held tightly by Bo Tingyuan.
He even had the illusion that the man was unexpectedly nervous.
What kind of wedding anniversary surprise could make Bo Tingyuan nervous?
Wen Cishu, who had been keeping calm, was also influenced by him and unconsciously became full of expectations.
Several cars circled up and down the mountains on the outskirts of the city.
On the downhill road, the scenery outside the window changed, and a small valley appeared with a white spire building standing on the green lawn.
Bo Yiming leaned against the car window and said in surprise: "Little dad, look, there is a small church."
Wen Cishu looked out of the car and breathed in the fresh and clean mountain air: "This place is quite suitable for summer vacation."
"Next year, we will come and stay for a few days." Bo Tingyuan asked the driver to slow down and not drive too fast.
However, the mountains on the edge of the city were not very high, and soon the car entered the valley and drove towards the small white church in the center.
Wen Cishu guessed that their destination was the church.
Sure enough, the vehicles were parked neatly in the parking area, and the three of them got out of the car and walked to the church door together.
Under the high door, Wen Cishu raised his head slightly and scanned the exquisite pure white carvings.
Bo Yiming couldn't help but ask, "Are we here to have fun in the church? Is anyone really getting married?"
Suddenly, he reacted and looked up in disbelief.
It turns out that today is the wedding anniversary of both dads!
Bo Tingyuan looked at Wen Cishu: "Would you like to go in with me?"
Wen Cishu pursed his lips and chuckled: "Didn't we agree that we would be together no matter where we go?"
Bo Yiming:? Why does he feel like he is redundant?
Bo Tingyuan freed his hand and put it on his son's shoulder: "Yiming, help us open the door."
"Oh!" Bo Yiming stretched out his hands and slowly pushed the heavy door open.
Countless pure white roses came into view, and even the floor tiles were covered with white petals.
As the door opened, he saw sunlight pouring down from the stained glass windows at the top of the church, creating an incredibly beautiful scene on the white roses.
Bo Yiming knew that the two fathers had once held their wedding in a church in Paris.
There are not many seats in the small church in front of us, but there are flowers on each row of seats.
Right in front of them was a pastor, standing quietly with a peaceful smile on his face, as if he was waiting for them to appear.
From the moment he got off the car, or from the moment he left the mansion, Bo Tingyuan's eyes and attention had never left Wen Cishu.
Especially as the church door slowly opened, he stared at Wen Cishu without blinking.
He never had any specific expectations, but was always easily comforted by the slight ripples on Wen Cishu's face.
The moment Wen Cishu stepped in, he couldn't help but look at Bo Tingyuan. When he looked back at him, he seemed to be back at the church wedding ten years ago.
As time goes by, they are lucky enough to become each other's closest support.
Wen Cishu felt the warmth coming from Bo Tingyuan's palm.
This time, he was sure that this man who had been extremely steady and reliable over the past ten years was actually a little nervous.
He curled his lips and told him with gentle eyes: I love all your arrangements, just as I love you.
Bo Tingyuan understood the look, pushed his fingers away and intertwined their fingers with his.
After a long, silent walk, they finally stood before the pastor.
The well-behaved Bo Yiming sat quietly in the first row to watch the ceremony.
There was no sound from the guests, only silence and peace.
It seemed as if the only important things left in the world were each other and their children.
The pastor looked at the two young men with outstanding looks and said in a particularly solemn voice, "Gentlemen, congratulations on your ten years of loving and supporting each other in your marriage."
Bo Yiming silently applauded the two fathers: This is really great!
He quickly took out his watch, ready to record the unique and beautiful moment.
"Now please look at each other and stand facing each other," the pastor said. "Please Mr. Bo put your right hand where your heart is beating. Are you willing to spend your life with Mr. Wen in front of you? Are you willing to continue to take care of him, protect him, and respect him in the name of your other half, whether he is healthy or sick, poor or rich?"
Tears slowly filled Wen Cishu's eyes, and when Bo Tingyuan looked at him and said "I do", he smiled and blinked, his black eyelashes wet.
After experiencing ten years of ups and downs, he finally understood how powerful the three words uttered by Bo Tingyuan were.
Wen Cishu couldn't help himself and took the initiative to hug the person in front of him.
Bo Tingyuan put his palm on his back and patted it slowly.
The pastor stopped at the right time. It was his first time witnessing someone else’s wedding anniversary, but he didn’t expect to be so moved.
Wen Cishu quickly adjusted his mood and stood up again.
He saw the moisture in Bo Tingyuan's eyes.
Pastor: "Mr. Wen, please place your right hand on the place where your heart beats. Are you willing to spend the rest of your life with Mr. Bo in front of you? No matter how old you are, no matter good times or bad times, you will always love and respect him and never leave him."
Wen Cishu nodded subconsciously, smiling with tears in his eyes: "I do."
The two hugged each other tightly again.
As the only spectator, Bo Yiming couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.
The priest took out the ring box and said, "Please exchange rings, gentlemen. Let all your promises be condensed on your ring fingers and remain in each other's hearts."
Wen Cishu then realized that Bo Tingyuan had the same idea as him, but had prepared the tenth anniversary ring earlier than him.
Bo Tingyuan took off the old wedding ring on his ring finger, and Bo Yiming quickly stepped forward: "Leave it to me, Daddy."
Bo Tingyuan handed it to his son, then took out a new ring and slowly put it on Wen Cishu's ring finger.
The same is true for Wen's dictionary.
Bo Yiming took the ring box handed to him by the pastor, put the two old rings in it, and sat back in the viewing seat.
Wen Cishu lowered his eyes and looked quietly at the new platinum wedding ring.
This time, he will take good care of it and will not take it off even for a moment.
He glanced quickly at the priest, indicating that he also had a gift to give.
He took out a pair of collar stays he had prepared and carefully placed them into Bo Tingyuan's hands.
Wen Cishu pursed his lips and chuckled: "I thought we would exchange gifts with each other."
Bo Tingyuan held the gift box tightly and held his hand: "Thank you."
The pastor took a step back and said, "I hope that you two gentlemen will cherish each other and love each other as always in the long years to come."
The two hugged each other again.
Wen Cishu closed his eyes, his wet eyelashes pressed against Bo Tingyuan's face. He kissed the corner of his lips and murmured, "I should say thank you. Bo Tingyuan, thank you for loving me and our children." Thank you for all these arrangements.
Bo Tingyuan frowned and hugged the person in his arms tightly.
——Wen Cishu, thank you for appearing in my life.
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