First Love and Marriage: Bidong Double-Faced Male God

New Years will come soon.

Years ago was always very busy, whether it was Ou Jinchuan or Song Qianyan.

Song Jianguo hadn't gone out to work since Ou's was acquired.

I usually read books in my free time, and occasionally I go fishing and come back to make a fish feast and eat it together with the family.

These days, the family is always happy.

Ou Jinchuan never hated Song Jianguo again. No matter what Song Jianguo did, he would give him the biggest gift.

The relationship between Song Jianguo and Ou Jinchuan became more and more harmonious, and Song Qianyan was the happiest.Occasionally, Ou Jinchuan, Song Qianyan, and Song Jianguo would go fishing together, and Song Qianyan would sit next to him and play with his mobile phone, and the three of them chatted one after another.

Ou Jinchuan's life in the Ou family is not happy, and he has no relatives or friends in the Ou family.

During the Chinese New Year, he followed Song Jianguo and Song Qianyan back to City C, which is Song Qianyan's hometown.

For the first time, Ou Jinchuan felt that Chinese New Year was so happy. The two of them set off firecrackers and played with snowmen together like children.

Throughout the New Year, the smile on Ou Jinchuan's face never left.

After the year, the two began to plan to go out to play, and finally after half a month, the two came to a place that was very meaningful to them.

Song Qianyan looked at Yunji Island with some emotion, this place recorded her happiness and sorrow.However, you should be happy in the future!
Yunji Island has a mild climate and is like spring all the year round.

At noon the sun's light was warm but not blazing.

They plan to live here for half a month.

The next day, Ou Jinchuan and Song Qianyan left the cabin, and the two kept stepping on the beach with their bare feet.

Tired of playing, Ou Jinchuan leaned against the tree, quietly looking at Song Qianyan who was like a madman.

Suddenly, Song Qianyan, who was having a lot of fun, stopped and looked at the sea, then turned around and bent over on the beach.

Ou Jinchuan's left eye has not recovered from the injury, and he can't see clearly from a distance.

Ou Jinchuan couldn't see Song Qianyan clearly in the distance and couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he got up and walked towards Song Qianyan who was hunched over.

When he got closer, he realized that Song Qianyan was writing on the beach. Looking at the writing on the ground, Ou Jinchuan couldn't help laughing.

Ou Jinchuan loves Song Qianyan to death!
Ou Jinchuan, with starry eyes, carefully watched the words on the beach. Suddenly, a wave came. Ou Jinchuan and Song Qianyan hurried away, but when they came back, they found that there was no trace left on the beach.

Song Qianyan's stubborn temper came up, and he put his hands on his waist and looked at the sea for a few seconds, then bent down and continued to fight against the sea.

Ou Jinchuan's heart was also warm, how lucky he was to have such a persistent Song Qianyan.

If it weren't for Song Qianyan's persistence, perhaps many years ago, they would never have met again.

If it weren't for Song Qianyan's persistence, six years later, they might be strangers or enemies.

If it weren't for Song Qianyan's persistence, they might be separated now.

Ou Jinchuan walked over slowly and hugged Song Qianyan who was writing with his back bent.

Song Qianyan raised his head, his eyes were full of smiles, and then he pouted.

"Jin Chuan, look at the broken sea waves that I always erase in the words I wrote, but don't worry, I can't erase it if I write deeper and bigger this time."

"It's okay, I'll come." Ou Jinchuan squatted down his tall body and wrote on the ground.

One pair for life people.

Song Qianyan looked at the tall body squatting on the shore, Song Qianyan's eyes bent into crescents.

Suddenly the waves behind rushed over, and Song Qianyan couldn't help being anxious, "Jinchuan, Jinchuan, the waves are coming, the waves are coming."

Ou Jinchuan stood up unhurriedly, took out his mobile phone, made a "click" and recorded it forever.

"That way you can see forever."

Song Qianyan took the phone and looked at the photo, excitedly pulled down Ou Jinchuan's face and kissed it, "My Jinchuan is just too smart." Looking at the photo, Song Xinyan couldn't move her eyes for a long time.

Ou Jinchuan, who was pleased by Song Qianyan's carefree sentence "My Jinchuan", heard Song Qianyan's excited voice again.

"Jinchuan, let me write down our story, okay?" Suddenly Song Qianyan turned his head and stared at Ou Jinchuan with a beaming smile.

Hearing this, Ou Jinchuan stretched out his hand and rubbed Song Qianyan's hair lovingly.

"it is good."

In this way, two people wrote one person and took pictures, and wrote down many memorable things and memorable moments from their childhood to adulthood.

One afternoon, they all tossed about on the coast, never tired of it.

In the evening, the two played a game called Little Foot Stomping Bigfoot on the beach.

Ou Jinchuan's big feet first stepped on the beach, and then Song Qianyan's small feet stepped on Ou Jinchuan's insteps. The two embraced each other face to face, and they walked in unison.

"Jinchuan, I feel that our heartbeats are at the same frequency," Song Qianyan said with surprise.

"Well, breathing is also at the same frequency." Ou Jinchuan always smiled faintly, but the starlight in those peach blossom eyes never disappeared.

"I heard that twins are not necessarily like this." Song Qianyan showed her big white teeth, and her big almond eyes had been bent into crescents, sometimes even the gaps could not be seen.

"Because they are not Ou Jinchuan and Song Qianyan," Ou Jinchuan said confidently, his tone leaking domineering.

Song Qianyan couldn't help laughing, his shoulders shook, his white teeth showed more and more, and a pair of dimples flickered.

Ou Jinchuan's heart has already blossomed.

The two always took a breath together and laughed together from time to time.

The sun on the beach was reluctant to set, as if unwilling to listen to such laughter.

After taking a bath in the evening, Song Xinyan kept playing with her phone, flipping through the photos of this afternoon one after another, and she still couldn't bear to put it down after several times.

Ou Jinchuan came out of the bath wearing a bath towel, his neat short hair was still dripping with water droplets, the water droplets flowed down along Ou Jinchuan's strong chest muscles, and could no longer be seen when they flowed into the towel.

Song Qianyan couldn't help but blush, laughed and scolded the evildoer in his heart, and quickly picked up his phone to divert Ou Jinchuan's attention.

Ou Jinchuan didn't expose it, Song Qianyan's face was still so thin after such a long time.

After changing into pajamas and lying down on the bed, he accompanied her to check the phone.

"Jinchuan, look at this picture, it's from the summer when we were eight years old, do you remember?" Song Qianyan arched in Ou Jinchuan's arms, finding the most comfortable position, completely unaware that Ou Jinchuan's eyes were changing deepen.

Not wanting to disturb Song Qianyan's good mood, Ou Jinchuan endured it and looked at the photo.

How could he not remember that his parents had just left at that time, and everyone ignored him, and the Ou family never cared whether he had eaten or not.

Once, Ou Jianbang and Ou Jinxi went abroad to play and left him alone at home. The maid knew that he had never been favored, so she went back to her hometown boldly.

He had no food to eat, and he couldn't cook at such a young age, so he sat on the kitchen floor and starved for two days.

Suddenly in the morning of the third day, she heard Song Qianyan's voice. He thought it was a hallucination, but Song Qianyan appeared in front of him with steaming steamed buns, his big eyes smiled into crescent moons, and his "Brother Jin" melted his heart. Heart.

Only after smelling the refreshing aroma of steamed stuffed buns did Ou Jinchuan realize that it was not a hallucination.

The two of them hid in the kitchen and quickly ate one bite at a time. He knew the warm satisfaction in his stomach.

At that time, Song Qianyan was also like now, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons when he was happy.

He didn't tell Song Qianyan how he survived those two days, but the moment Song Qianyan appeared at the door, Ou Jinchuan suddenly felt that the two days of suffering were nothing.

"Remember, you eat so much oil all over your face, you look like a cat that stole fish."

Song Qianyan couldn't help being embarrassed, she really ate so much that her hands and face were all covered with oil.

"You're not, just talk about me." Song Qianyan pursed her mouth arrogantly and turned her head to one side.

At that time, the two of them had oil all over their bodies, and their faces were shiny.

But the smiles on the faces of the two were sincere and satisfied like never before.

The two continued to scroll down, and when they reached No. 20, a trace of loneliness flashed on Song Qianyan's face.

This Song Qianyan wrote about Ou Jinchuan's car accident that year.

Sometimes she often thinks, if she didn't go abroad wishfully at that time, but accompanied Ou Jinchuan and encouraged him to tide over the difficulties, would Ou Jinchuan be much happier, at least he would not have had such a difficult six years.

Song Qianyan's heart aches every time she thinks about Ou Jinchuan's life in those six years. She can imagine that Ou Jinchuan kept his eyes open night after night until dawn and couldn't sleep all night. His peach blossom eyes became more and more painful and desperate.

If that is the case, two people will not love so hard.

Now she still remembers the glacier-like expression on Ou Jinchuan's face when she returned to China six years later, how sad and painful he had been in those six years.

Although everything is over now, it still hurts when I think of her.

Feeling Song Qianyan's depression, Ou Jinchuan gently hugged Song Qianyan tightly.

"Those are all in the past. As long as you are here, the past doesn't matter."

"Well, I know," Song Qianyan rubbed his head vigorously in Ou Jinchuan's arms.

No matter what happened in the past, she is very satisfied now.

Although they have missed six years, it doesn't matter, they still have countless six years, and they will not miss it again.

It is difficult for people to cherish some things without going through some hardships. Things that are at your fingertips are always less concerned. If they have not experienced these, they will not cherish them as much as they do now.

Plum blossoms are always more fragrant after the cold wind.

"Jinchuan, I know," I know you don't want me to know the pain of those six years, it's okay, I will be with you in the future, and I will share all your pain with you.

"I'm satisfied if you're here." Song Qianyan closed her eyes, enjoying the solid strength behind her.

"How can I do that? You are satisfied, but I am not satisfied. I still want to..."

Ou Jinchuan bullied himself.