After drying their hair, they both lay down in their respective beds.

"It's late, turn off the lights."

"Okay~"

The lights were turned off and the room suddenly became dark.

When you lose your vision, every move of the people around you becomes extremely clear.

Song Fuyu could clearly hear his breathing, and even felt that his own heartbeat had become much more obvious.

No one spoke for a while. Just when she thought Yan Ziyuan was asleep, his magnetic voice broke the silence in the room.

"Xiao Yu, let's go get the certificate tomorrow."

"Haven't you already decided? When you refused Gangzi's offer to have dinner together tomorrow."

"I want to hear it from your own mouth, if you don't want to..."

"Go ahead and get the certificate tomorrow."

We have already met the parents, and both parties agree, so there is no need to delay any further.

"good!"

He wanted to laugh, but was afraid that Xiaoyu would think he was a fool, so he tried hard to restrain himself.

When facing Xiao Yu, he felt that his self-control in many aspects had seriously declined. Fortunately, she was his lover, not his enemy.

It seems that what everyone says, that everyone has weaknesses to some extent, is more or less true. His weakness is none other than Xiao Yu.

"Go to bed. It's getting late."

Yan Ziyuan turned around and faced Song Fuyu.

The kerosene lamp was extinguished, and the window was covered by thick dark curtains, so no light could get in. Although he couldn't see her clearly in this environment, he could clearly picture the outline of her face and her charming smile in his mind.

Song Fuyu felt his breath was a little hot, and thought he would do something. However, as he waited, he fell into a deep sleep before he made any move.

That night, Yan Ziyuan really did nothing.

Even though he wanted to, he still held back.

After sitting on the train for two days and cleaning the house when he got back, Xiao Yu should be a little tired, so there is no need to rush.

When I woke up the next morning, Yan Ziyuan next to me was already up, and even the quilt and mattress had been folded into neatly folded blocks.

He is indeed a man trained in the army. This quilt is folded with sharp edges and corners, which is completely different from her usual folding.

In her opinion, Yan Ziyuan was actually a man who was suitable for a family, which was quite different from what he usually showed.

Song Fuyu discovered that he actually had a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. When he saw that things in her room were not arranged neatly, he would secretly adjust them to make them look comfortable to him.

This situation is very obvious in the way she puts her shoes.

Sometimes when she went out in a hurry, she would quickly take off her slippers and casually place them inside near the door, thinking that no one would see them anyway.

But if he noticed it inadvertently, when he came back to put them on, the slippers would definitely be placed very neatly, as if they had been measured with a ruler.

Although he has some obsessive-compulsive disorder, the good thing is that he will just tidy up things silently by himself instead of constantly nagging you about what you should do and what you should do.

He would only demand this of himself, instead of asking her to do the same in disguise.

This makes her feel very comfortable, at least she won't be asked to do this or that...

After getting up and washing, I saw Yan Ziyuan walking in from the yard holding a piece of paper.

"Have you gone to see the captain?"

"Well, I've got the certificate ready for you. After dinner, we can go directly to the marriage office in town."

"You didn't make breakfast, did you?"

"Yes, this saves time."

He said it so seriously and confidently, as if any normal person would do the same.

After breakfast, Yan Ziyuan washed the dishes, pushed the bicycle out, and patted the back seat towards Song Fuyu.

"Come on up, it's time for us to set off."

Song Fuyu glanced at the time on his watch and said nothing. Not wanting to spoil his mood, he quickly locked the door and got in the back seat.

"Hold on tight, we're getting married!"

When the two men arrived at the office on their bikes, they found the door closed and no one was there.

"What the hell, it's already so late, why isn't the door open yet?"

"Would you like to see what time it is?"

"It's half past seven! I've almost digested my breakfast."

"Yeah, 7:30. They don't start work until 8."

When they went out, Song Fuyu knew that the current situation would be like this, because she looked at her watch and the time showed six fifty-five.

The village was some distance away from the town, but Yan Ziyuan was in a hurry and pedaled very fast. In thirty-five minutes, they arrived at the registration office.

"Forget it, just sit and wait for a while."

At seven fifty, someone finally came.

"Oh my, you two are here really early. Have you been waiting for a while?"

The staff were no longer surprised by them coming so early, after all, many people came here after six o'clock before.

She opened the door and led them inside.

"Have you brought all these?"

“I brought it!”

Yan Ziyuan quickly handed over both of their certificates.

When the other party saw that Yan Ziyuan's certification documents were issued by the military region, he didn't look at them much, let alone ask many questions. After all, the marriage procedures for soldiers are much stricter than those for ordinary people, and generally they would not forge them, nor dare to do so.

He took out two unfilled marriage certificates from the drawer, wrote down their names, ages and date according to their names, stamped them with a big red seal, and then handed the marriage certificate to Yan Ziyuan.

"Well, congratulations on your marriage. I hope you will care for each other and help each other in the days ahead, and have a happy marriage and a baby soon!"

"Thank you, we will~"

After saying thank you, he took out a handful of candy from his pocket and placed it on the desk.

"This is our wedding candy, and it will sweeten your mouth, too."

“You’re so kind.”

The other party didn't expect him to be so generous, and the smile on his face immediately became bigger.

Coming out of the marriage office, Yan Ziyuan held the marriage certificate carefully, not daring to even fold it.

"Let me see it, too."

Ever since he got the certificate, he has been holding it in his hand, but she has never looked at it carefully.

"My dear wife, please be careful and don't wrinkle it."

"......"

Song Fuyu very carefully took the marriage certificate from his hand, which looked like a certificate. It was bright red and very festive.

Their names were written on the front, with a red double happiness symbol around the edges. On the back were the words "Marriage Certificate" in big yellow letters, with two quotes from the Chairman written on top, very characteristic of that era.

After receiving the certificate, Song Fuyu sat on the back seat of the bicycle, holding the freshly issued marriage certificate in his hand, and was taken home.

She felt that the journey back was faster than the journey there.

"Slow down, the certificates have all been collected, why are you in such a hurry?"