This was a great flattery to Mr. Zhong, who had always held a strong grudge against the teacher. The man smiled softly and said, "My hands are not only good for writing and drawing."
"Then what else can you do?" Mei Ya turned around and looked at Zhong Mingwei with a red face. Somehow, she felt a little nervous and a little excited.
"It will happen again..." Zhong Mingwei said as he gently pushed Meiya to the door and pressed her against the huge "囍" character. Then he held Meiya's frighteningly red face with both hands. He lowered his head and kissed her. "It will happen again."
Mei Ya trembled as she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Zhong Mingwei's neck. She had always been too shy to be intimate with Zhong Mingwei outside, but for the first time, she was so impatient. She hooked her arms around Zhong Mingwei's neck and stood on tiptoe, seeming to be more eager than Zhong Mingwei.
"Zhong Mingwei. A few days ago I... I felt dizzy. It was like a dream..." Mei Ya continued to kiss the man while mumbling, "But today. The Chinese character 囍 is finally pasted on the wall. I... I feel now. I am really going to marry you."
"Do you like me that much?" Zhong Mingwei's voice was so low and frightening that he let go of Meiya. Standing with their foreheads pressed against each other, he stared at Meiya with his deep eyes without blinking. He took in all the fleeting expressions on Meiya's face.
"I like him, I've liked him for a long time..." Meiya's face was still red, but her tone was much calmer. She also looked at Zhong Mingwei, at her reflection in his dark eyes, and at the lanterns shining with a gentle halo. As she looked at him, Meiya's rosy lips pressed against his, "Zhong Mingwei, didn't you say you wanted to show your loyalty to me?"
"Don't you want to wait until your wedding night to listen to it?" Zhong Mingwei laughed.
"I can't wait, I want to hear it now," Mei Ya shook her head, holding Zhong Mingwei tighter, wrapping her whole body around him like a piece of candy, "Tell me now! Tell me now!"
"Girl, I want to read a poem for you." Zhong Mingwei said softly.
Mei Ya was startled. She was originally extremely excited, but suddenly became quiet. She stammered, "But, but I don't understand."
"You can understand, you must understand," Zhong Mingwei said as he leaned over and gently touched her smooth forehead, then spoke softly, word by word, "You and I love each other so much, love is as hot as fire. Take a piece of mud, knead you, and mold me. Break both of us together, mix with water. Knead you again, and mold me again. You are in my mud, and I am in your mud. We will live in the same quilt, and die in the same coffin..."
"It's true... I understood it all, every word. It shows how easy it is to understand this poem..." Mei Ya said with a smile. As she smiled, she suddenly threw herself into Zhong Mingwei's arms, her whole body trembling slightly.
"Girl," Zhong Mingwei held the girl tighter in his arms. His chin gently rubbed against Meiya's hair. He looked at the huge "囍" character on the door and felt a little excited. Meiya said that she felt drowsy these days and it was unreal. In fact, he felt the same way. Only at this moment could he believe that Meiya was really going to marry him. He lowered his head and gently touched Meiya's sweaty forehead, saying softly, "The bride can't cry. It's unlucky."
"But I'm not the bride yet..." Mei Ya sobbed, looking at Zhong Mingwei with red eyes, "I... I'll cry... I'll cry for you to see, who, who made you cry?"
"Since I made the Madam cry, then all these golden beans are mine," Zhong Mingwei laughed softly while holding Meiya's face and kissing her closely, kissing her wet eyes and the tear marks on her cheeks. The tears with a faint salty taste were so tempting that Zhong Mingwei's breath became unstable while kissing. When he spoke again, it was inevitable that he was a little embarrassed, "Girl, you are so beautiful."
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