Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

It's a pity that no one in the two families listens to him.

Mr. Zhou has always emphasized that his children and grandchildren will have their own blessings.

Even people who are close to each other have their own causes and effects, and they don’t need to get involved too much.

Too much intervention is not good.

Mother Yan’s now precious daughter naturally relies on her opinions.

As for Zhou Zhiheng, one of the parties involved.

He didn't make any remarks and didn't seem that enthusiastic about getting married.

Yan He originally thought so too.

I also specifically asked him if he wanted to marry him.

His answer was that he could do it at any time and everything was at her discretion.

The matter was shelved.

When winter comes, the style outside is so chilling.

Yan He thought she had worn enough clothes, and if she wore any more, her movements would be restricted.

But my hands were still cold.

But Zhou Zhiheng was different. He was like a naturally mobile heater.

Heat radiates from the whole body.

Yan He could dispel all the coldness just by holding his hand, and he was reluctant to let go.

S city entered subzero temperatures in December, and the wind blowing through it was like ice knives.

When scraped on the skin, it feels like a lingering sensation.

Even so, after dinner, the two of them still held hands and walked around outside.

There was a thick layer of snow on the ground.

Yan He was fully armed, from head to toe, from hat to shoes, all prepared by Zhou Zhiheng.

Nice and warm.

She took his hand and put it in her pocket like she had done every time she had been taken care of before.

"Today it's my turn to keep you warm."

"Okay, thank you Yan Yan."

The snow has stopped.

The tree at the door is wrapped in a layer of white, and you really can’t tell what it is unless you look carefully.

The man lowered his eyes and helped her tie the fallen scarf back on.

Qingshen asked: "Do you want to take a video?"

Yan He stood obediently and even raised his neck.

Hearing his words, I was stunned for a moment: "What kind of video are you going to take?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the phone was handed to her, and she subconsciously wanted to take it.

It was immediately moved away.

The hand that had just been pulled out of the pocket was stuffed back again.

"I'll hold it for you to see."

"Oh."

Two minutes later.

Yan He stood under the tree and reached out to push the trunk hard.

But thinking that she was alone, she stopped her strength.

It looked like a little bit of snow fell out after a hard push.

Tried again, still only a little bit of snow fell.

She had no choice but to put her hand down and turned to look at the person holding the phone: "I can't push it, did you take a picture?"

"I'll help you?"

"it is good."

Thinking that the snow above his head would all fall down later, Yan He shrank his neck unconsciously.

"Am I just standing here?"

the voice very low.

She could feel it herself.

The surroundings were too cold, as if the air was condensed, and even the sounds became sluggish.

She raised her head again, revealing a little from her scarf: "Can I just stand here?"

"can."

The man stepped forward, lowered his head, and once again helped her pull the scarf up a little.

Covering most of the entire little face.

"Is it cold? We won't shoot if it's cold."

"not cold."

Yan He shook his head and pushed him gently with his arm: "Put it down quickly. We will go back after the filming is finished."

"it is good."

The man turned around, opened the camera and found a place to put it away.

Then he walked around to the other side of the tree.

"Can you turn around if I call one, two, three?"

"it is good."

Yan He stood still, raised his hand, then put it down again, looking sideways at him: "You have to shout one, two, three."

"it is good."

"Are you ready?"

"Ready."

"one two three."

"boom."

Yan He heard the sound, raised his hand and walked around under the tree a few times.

The snow was falling lightly, bringing with it a chilling chill.

For a moment, her entire vision was obscured.

But the smile on her face was not affected at all.

He even reached out and grabbed a handful.

When her vision became clearer, she was about to pull her boyfriend to her side.

But his whole body was frozen in place.

I saw that the man who had been standing behind the tree shaking the snow for him just now was kneeling on one knee, his hands red from the cold.

The beautiful ring is also covered with a layer of snow.

"Yan Yan, can you marry me?"

Yan He stayed in place, his hands still maintaining their original movements.

Some of them didn't realize the current situation.

Didn’t you just talk about taking a video?

"I never thought about getting married before, but after meeting you, I think about it every day..."

The person in front of me is still going on.

Yan He slowly put down his hands and took off his gloves without waiting for him to finish.

"it is good."

He stretched out his hand and said, "Hurry up and put it on for me. It's so cold."

His hands were already red with cold.

If he kept talking, he was worried that he would get frostbite.

This time the person who was stunned changed.

Seeing him kneeling stupidly, Yan He frowned and covered the back of his hand.

"I'm so cold, will you wear it?"

"Give."

The man came to his senses and hurriedly took out the ring and put it on her, and then put on her gloves.

A series of movements came down extremely fast.

"..."

When he was held in someone's arms, Yan He raised the corners of his mouth in a funny way.

Yan He originally wanted to take a closer look at the ring he chose for himself.

Now I can only wait and see again when I go back.

"Yan Yan."

"Ok?"

"I am really happy."

"I'm happy too."

"I will always be good to you, and I promise you, I will only be good to you."

"I believe."

...............................

In the fifth year after the two got married, Yan's father began to urge them to have children.

First, I asked Yan He to do ideological work. Yan He said that she had been tested and found that she was infertile.

Yan’s father didn’t believe it.

I contacted Zhou Zhiheng privately and got the same answer.

Only this time the people have changed.

"..."

There are two infertile people in one family, should he believe it or not?

But no matter how much he urged, the child still didn't exist.

In the end, Mr. Zhou was able to think openly.

Anyway, he has already enjoyed all the blessings in this life, how can he care about so many things after death.

It's better to spend the last few years happily.

Things come and go in a hurry, and people can only live for so long, so why bother?

So another ten years passed.

Yan's father also compromised, stopped pressing, and started asking them to find a child to adopt.

Zhou Zhiyun, on the other hand, chose to retire at the age of fifty-five.

She started traveling around the world and opened a new chapter in her life.

Yan He still played his violin, but the performance time was reduced by half.

Everyone who knows her knows that violinist Yan He’s husband is very clingy.

Followed almost every concert.

I can't live without people for a moment.

From the time when the two got married in their twenties, to the news of their death decades later.

This man always keeps his promises.