"Xiao Yuan." Zhou Weidong broke the silence.

"Uncle." Yuan Yueling forced herself to squeeze out a smile.

"I just said something, okay?" Zhou Weidong lit a cigarette and threw the lighter back on the coffee table.

"Uncle, you said." Yuan Yueling's heart was in her throat.

"If the dog forced you, don't be afraid. Tell your uncle and aunt that we will make the decision for you." Zhou Weidong said.

Song Aiying followed Zhou Weidong's words last time: "Auntie is here to express her opinion. Xiao Yuan, Auntie likes you very much and hopes that you can become a part of our family."

Zhou Weidong glanced at Song Aiying.

"But if Zhou Song really forces you, my aunt will definitely make the decision for you. It's been the 1930s, and marriage must be in love with you and I will..."

"Auntie, uncle." Yuan Yueling put down the teacup and said with a sweet smile: "Since uncle and aunt are so direct, I will also say it directly."

"Yes." Zhou Weidong's face relaxed a little, and he nodded.

"At the beginning, Zhou Song and I were together, and it was really not voluntary. I even suffered a lot at one point."

Zhou Weidong and Song Aiying looked at each other.

"But later, during the process of getting along, I slowly accepted him, recognized him, and fell in love with him."

"oh?"

"Besides, now, I... can't live without him, how can I say it?" Yuan Yueling lowered her head, looked at the tip of her socks, and carefully considered the words: "Zhou Song and I have a life connection. Although it is not what I want, this kind of bond can no longer be cut off."

Yuan Yueling just wanted to describe the symbiotic relationship in a tactful and vague way.

But it reached Zhou Weidong's ears and turned into another meaning:

"You know what your son has done. It's not that cheap to deal with it easily this time."

Zhou Weidong frowned and his eyes slapped Yuan Yueling's flat belly.

Yuan Yueling noticed Zhou Weidong's gaze keenly, and then realized what misunderstanding his words had brought to the other party, and she blushed.

Just as she was about to explain, Song Aiying spoke gently: "Xiao Yuan, where is your family from Inner Mogu?"

"Gunaer."

"Gunaer? I've been there for two years!" Zhou Weidong slapped his thigh: "When I just graduated in 1996, I went to remote areas to do poverty alleviation work, and I was in Gunaer."

"Really?" Yuan Yueling also looked very excited: "Uncle has helped us with poverty?"

Zhou Weidong just retired this year and deeply realized what it means to be cold. At present, a young beauty was sitting in front of him, looking very interested, and began to brag about her great achievements back then.

This is also mixed with reminiscences of Gunaer's customs and customs, which is very meaningful to show off.

Although Yuan Yueling was not very interested in his topic, she finally took on the conversation. She nodded frequently while listening, and finally got to chat about this.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was greatly relieved, Zhou Song felt a little relieved.

I was really not interested in listening to my father bragging, and Zhou Song couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

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"My brother, he is very smart and never has to worry about adults. He will definitely be 985211 in the future. At that time, I will definitely not worry about me, a sister. Maybe I can help me." Yuan Yueling said with a smile.

Zhou Weidong nodded.

He was suspicious of Yuan Yueling's words, but Yuan Yueling's strong desire to survive made him feel quite satisfied.

"By the way, I remember that the requirements for wedding bride price in your place are quite high. I intervened in mediating several bride price disputes back then. Is this still the case now?" Zhou Weidong pretended to be careless and started a new topic.

Good guy, the person who came was not kind.

"I don't know much about this," Yuan Yueling replied cautiously: "After all, I'm still young and haven't heard of this. I came out after graduating from high school. I can ask my parents about this, but based on my understanding of them, they are all very reasonable people and will definitely not appear like online news..."

"Ah, yes, this is the difference in regional culture." Zhou Weidong ignored his wife's wink and continued to explain the topic: "You are like our Demon City, basically there is no bride price, and the mainland is different from us. My sister's daughter, Zhou Song's cousin, got married two years ago, and she confiscated a penny of bride price and took several houses to her."

"Ah, that's pretty good." Yuan Yueling said.

"As for us, we originally hoped that Zhou Song could find a local. There was no discrimination, but it was just a matter of small cultural differences." Zhou Weidong lit another cigarette.

"It's understandable." Yuan Yuelingyan said insincerely.

Zhou Weidong continued: "But what things like feelings are ultimately up to you young people, and we are the elders, so it is not easy to intervene too much.

"We know how much Zhou Song likes you, otherwise you, Teacher Mao, wouldn't call our house every few days."

Seeing that Zhou Weidong didn't open any pot, Yuan Yueling lowered her head and said, "I was ignorant in the past and caused trouble for my uncles and aunts."

After saying this, I felt very aggrieved.

Yuan Yueling never thought that one day he would apologize to Zhou Song's parents for these things.

"You are wrong. Zhou Song and uncles and aunts should apologize to you in the past few years." Zhou Weidong said seriously: "Uncle's words mean that as long as you two can get along well, aunts and sisters will definitely do their best to support you."

"Thank you uncle." Yuan Yueling bowed slightly, but felt that the other party should not be so easy for him to pass.

Then, Zhou Weidong asked Yuan Yueling how he got along with Zhou Song.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid this topic, Yuan Yueling had to use it to live and half-truely started live art creation: "Actually, Zhou Song and I liked each other when we first started school in the first year, but at that time I didn't know that it was feelings, so I just treated him as a friend. Because I didn't plan to fall in love when I was in college..."

Song Aiying interrupted: "A college student should also consider future marriage and planning. In the Magic City, middle school students talk a lot about friends, and teachers and our parents are also very supportive, but Zhou Song is devoted to studying..."

"Don't interrupt, let Xiao Yuan continue to talk."

"Later, after I rejected him, he kept pestering him, and I became more and more annoyed him, and then there was a vicious cycle." Yuan Yueling said: "Until not long ago, I suddenly fell ill and was sent to the hospital by my classmates. The situation was very critical at that time, and everyone thought I was about to go."

"What's going on?" Zhou Weidong asked with concern.

Yuan Yueling did not answer positively: "When I was dying, my mind suddenly appeared. Zhou Song.

"At that time, I had only a few roommates around me, and my parents and brothers were far away. I didn't know why, but I suddenly wanted to see Zhou Song again.

"I know that in this city, he is the only person who cares about me the most. I think even if I die, I have to die in his arms...."

Yuan Yueling made up her affectionately, touching herself.

"Ah, so Zhou Song was going home that day, but he didn't go back because of you." Zhou Weidong said.

"At that time, Zhou Song had actually given up on me and refused to come back. I said, as long as you come back, I will promise you everything."

"So, he came back. You are fine. He asked to date you." Zhou Weidong said.

"Well, later, during my hospitalization, Zhou Song took care of meticulously..." Yuan Yueling said: "Later, we slowly got along with each other..."

"So that's it," Zhou Weidong nodded and sighed: "Before people are facing death, they often don't know what they really care about and want. Is it a blessing to lose their horses?"

"Yes, that's right, uncle summed up very well."

After another half an hour of roaming, Zhou Weidong stood up and took Yuan Yueling to visit the house.

This is a three-bedroom and one living room on the 15th floor. Zhou Weidong took Yuan Yueling to visit all the rooms outside Zhou Song's room, stood on the balcony and pointed outside and said, "Just downstairs, on the sixth floor, there is a same apartment, which will be prepared for your marriage in the future."

Suddenly when talking about marriage, Yuan Yueling was still a little uncomfortable and thought to herself, "Why are you talking about this now?", but she just smiled and responded.

"Do you see it when you go there?" Zhou Weidong pointed to a tall building in the distance and said, "There is still one household and three rooms there, and they will be for you in the future."

Zhou Weidong's tone seemed to be saying that wherever you can see, you are my kingly land. In the future, you will assist the prince's rule and make the people of the world live and work in peace and contentment.

"Uncle," Yuan Yueling mustered up the courage, "Is it too early to say this now..."

"Our family life is quite acceptable," said Zhou Weidong: "So, we will not be greedy for the conditions of the woman's family. As long as we have a good person and a good personality, there is nothing to do with it.

"But before, the names in these houses are not Zhou Song. You can live there in the future. When we die, it will be yours. But if we divorce in a few years, we will definitely not be able to leave."

Zhou Weidong laughed humorously, but Yuan Yueling felt that the joke was so terrible.

"My brother's son, Zhou Song's cousin: his cousin is also from another place." Zhou Weidong continued: "According to our rules, the man's house is out of the house and the woman's decoration is out of the house. Xiao Yuan, do you know?"

"Ah...I don't know much about these things..."

"Later, Zhou Song's cousin's wife was responsible for the decoration of the wedding house, and there was not much, 400,000 yuan, which was a drop in the bucket compared to the housing price."

Yuan Yueling's face became very ugly.

Not to mention 400,000, even 40,000, I believe my parents can't get it.

——Separation line—

Zhou Song slept until dusk and felt refreshed.

He opened his eyes and saw a girl in long hair and white dress sitting on the bed with her back to her.

The long hair was as straight as a waterfall and as black as a pencil. It hung to the center of the back, making Zhou Song think of a girl recuperating in a mental health center.

Zhou Song reached out and hugged the girl from behind.

The girl seemed to have no bones and collapsed directly in Zhou Song's arms.

"Where is my parents?" Zhou Song's hands were not honest.

"Everything has gone out," said Yuan Yueling.

Zhou Song enjoyed it with confidence and boldness, and Yuan Yueling did not say a word and obediently cooperated with him.
To be continued...