private marriage

He originally wanted to laugh, but after hearing Ling Nuanqing's words, he felt sad.

"You've always had a home, I'm here with you, and there's listening and speaking."

Ling Nuanqing tightened her arms, "It's different, it doesn't count."

"I marry you, I said I will marry you."

Ling Nuanqing closed her eyes tightly, she was happy tonight, but also felt a lot.

"Ling Shaocheng, I miss my mother. I saw the bamboo like that today. I feel so uncomfortable. I can't let it go..."

It turned out that I missed my mother.

Ling Shaocheng's palm pressed against Ling Nuanqing's cheek, and his palm touched her eyes, feeling the dampness.

"I'll take you to see mom, okay?"

"No," Ling Nuanqing shook her head, "I don't like going to the cemetery at all. It's gloomy there, and my mother doesn't like living there. As soon as I step into that place, I have to admit that she's gone. But I really miss her..."

Ling Shaocheng accompanied her by the river, and Ming Yue got out of the car to smoke a cigarette.

The driver lowered the window and stared at the scene of the two tightly embracing each other.

"What do you think Mr. Ling and Miss are doing? Can't you get in the car to talk if you have something to say?"

"It's called romance."

The driver hecked twice, "Don't always use the word romantic to prevaricate me, it's not that I don't understand."

Ming Yue ignored him and sent messages with his mobile phone.

"Are you in a relationship recently?" The driver was really bored and wanted to talk to someone.

Ming Yue had a smile on his lips, and ignored him. If he has no eyesight, wouldn't he know how to see it?
When Ling Shaocheng brought Ling Nuanqing over, Ming Yue saw that her eyes were almost swollen from crying, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and opened the door of the rear seat.

The driver saw that something was wrong and dared not speak along the way.

They were afraid that the two ancestors would quarrel, and innocent people would be involved.

Ling Nuanqing leaned on Ling Shaocheng's shoulder, and Mingyue could hear sobbing occasionally, wondering what the two ancestors were doing by the river just now, what was this talking about, did it break down?
Ling Nuanqing tried her best to hold back her crying, but her nasal sound was very heavy, Ling Shaocheng hugged her tightly with one hand.

Ming Yue turned around and saw Ling Shaocheng's face sideways, with his chin resting on Ling Nuanqing's head, he probably didn't use any force, but just caressed carefully, like coaxing a domestic pet.

Ming Yue had long been used to Ling Shaocheng's gentle appearance. Seeing the man bow his head, he kissed Ling Nuanqing's forehead with his thin lips.

"Stop crying, I'll go home later when listening and Yanyan see you like this, and think I'm bullying you."

Ling Nuanqing nodded in agreement, Ling Shaocheng's lips gradually moved down, kissed her on the bridge of the nose, and then wanted to kiss her on the mouth again.

Ling Nuanqing looked away, and raised her hand to cover Ling Shaocheng's lips, "No."

"My eyes are red from crying."

"I'll just cover it with a towel when I get home."

The voices of the two were very soft, like the whisper of the wind, both in each other's ears,

Ling Shaocheng reached out and touched her chest, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Ling Nuanqing pulled his hand down, and she leaned into Ling Shaocheng's arms without saying a word.

She just wants to be able to see her mother when she gets married, even if she is not on the stage, it would be nice to sit on the mat like Grandma Zhuzi.

She wants to hear my mother say that my daughter is married, and I am very happy today.

She still wants to hear her mother's blessings, but these are all her dreams, and she can't even see her mother's last side.

Although Ling Nuanqing was in a bad mood, when she returned to Siji Yunding, she had wiped away her tears.

Sadness is inevitable, but who is not enduring the pain and continuing to run forward?
Ling Nuanqing was busy for several days, and the next day, she accompanied Zhuzi and grandma to a nearby scenic spot.

Bamboo is all planned out. After taking grandma over this time, she will not be allowed to go home.

On this day, the children went to school early in the morning, Ling Shaocheng came to the bedside, lifted the quilt, "Get up."

Ling Nuanqing rolled up the quilt and turned over, "It's still early, let's wait a little longer."

"Take you somewhere."

"I don't want to go, I just want to stay at home."

Ling Shaocheng forcibly pulled the quilt away, but Ling Nuanqing still refused to get up, so he bent down to hug her.

"Don't!" She sat up abruptly, "Don't mess around with your broken body, I'm afraid."

Ling Nuanqing washed up and went out, got into the car, and then asked, "Where are you going?"

"Take you around."

Ling Nuanqing was not interested, but she cheered up anyway.

The destination is not very close, it is about half an hour's drive from Four Seasons Genting.

Ling Nuanqing got out of the car and walked to the door, and saw a huge building with tough and cold lines, like a science and technology museum seen on TV.

Ling Shaocheng took her hand and walked in, Ling Nuanqing watched curiously as the door opened automatically, and a robot greeted them.

He raised his hand and nodded the robot's head, and Ling Nuanqing saw that the robot model taller than her moved flexibly to guide them in.

"Your appointment has been received, please."

Ling Nuanqing came to a room, Ling Shaocheng opened the door and went in, surrounded by whitewashed walls, there was nothing else.

"What did you bring me here for?"

The robot approached and handed over something similar to an eye protector.

Ling Shaocheng took it in his hand and wanted to put it on for Ling Nuanqing.

She seemed a little repelled, Ling Shaocheng stood behind her, "There are things you want to see the most, trust me."

Ling Nuanqing didn't refuse anymore, after Ling Shaocheng put it on for her, he gently stroked her shoulders with both hands.

"Don't be afraid, I'm by your side."

"Ah."

Looking out in front of my eyes, it was just a white wall at first, but soon a picture came over me.

It was an old street with old walls and roses growing wildly. The wind blew over and gently blew on Ling Nuanqing's face.

It's all real like she's really back in that place.

Ling Nuanqing stood where she was, but saw that she was walking in.

Someone called her, "An'an."

Ling Nuanqing didn't dare to agree, because she thought it was impossible, some things were false, but the voice could be heard clearly in her ears, Ling Nuanqing opened her eyes wide, and saw a figure walking towards her.

It's my mother!
Ling Nuanqing was shocked, and ran forward a few steps, her heart was full of all kinds of complexities, doubts, and disbelief, she shouted out with a tearing voice.

"Mother!"

"An'an, you're back."

Ling Nuanqing didn't dare to reach out to touch it, because she knew it was fake, and she was afraid that if she stretched out her hand, the dream would be shattered.

Yuan Ying looked like a living person, she stood in front of Ling Nuanqing, and even raised her hand to touch her face.

Ling Nuanqing could really feel this kind of touch, she couldn't control her tears any longer, and she fell in strings, "Mom, I finally saw you, I miss you so much, I've been thinking about it in my dreams..."

"An'an doesn't cry, mom is back, don't cry."

Ling Shaocheng was standing by the side, wanting to go over and give her a hug, but he still resisted not going forward.