He Rijun coming again

"Mom, I really plan to remarry." Luo Zhiwen answered the phone after waking up, and without saying a few words, he felt a headache, "You don't need to ask me anymore... I'm not sure...I'm not threatened by Brother Feng No... No, I'm not interested in those men who came on a blind date!"

Feng Qingzhu who was standing by the bed rubbed his hair.

Luo Zhiwen stared at Feng Qingzhu speechlessly, then continued to lower his head to the phone and said: "Well, I made this decision after careful consideration...the divorce was also well thought out before."

He was about to collapse.

Feng Qingzhu sat down by the bed obediently, while watching Luo Zhiwen, he answered the messages on his phone.

Han Qianshan is reporting the progress of the new group formed by the new trainees.

But the ulterior motive is not in drinking, but in their remarriage.

-Brother Feng, do you mean that my sister-in-law nodded, but my uncle and aunt refused?

-Um.

- It's easy to handle, why don't you please the old man.

-went.

-no effect?

-Um.

- That's your way.

After Han Qianshan finished speaking, he turned around and sent Feng Qingzhu three or four official account articles with a high hit rate: "Surprise!The relationship between him and his father-in-law is actually like this...", "Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality, he did such a thing in order to get married" and so on.

Feng Qingzhu: "..."

Feng Qingzhu originally wanted to blackmail Han Qianshan, but he couldn't control his hands and went up.

In the next second, Luo Zhiwen heard the music of "Go Home and Have a Look".

Luo Zhiwen temporarily put down the phone, frowned and looked over.

Feng Qingzhu calmly stuffed the phone into his pocket: "I pressed the wrong button."

Luo Zhi heard the letter, and continued to promise to the other end of the phone: "Well, it's not impulsive. I've thought about it for a long time, even if you introduce me to a blind date again, no matter how much the blind date looks like Brother Feng, I will not change the remarriage. idea."

He spoke in one breath, and there was no sound on the other end of the phone.

Luo Zhiwen sat quietly for a while, then suddenly said: "Brother Feng, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Feng Qingzhu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and quickly realized: "Okay."

Feng Qingzhu and Luo Zhiwen had dinner, took their documents, including the divorce certificate that they were unwilling to face, and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau together.

Many people came to register their marriages, but few remarried.

Feng Qingzhu and Luo Zhiwen were brought into the office by the staff, and after verifying all the information, they began to fill out the forms separately.

In addition to filling out the remarriage registration, they also have to apply for the withdrawal of the court's judgment, and then the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau will check the information again and verify their marital status within two weeks. If their relatives and friends agree with their remarriage, the newly married Certificates will be mailed to them.

After Luo Zhiwen finished filling out the last line of information, the moment he wrote the pen, he felt a strange feeling.

An invisible thread held him and Feng Qingzhu again.

Luo Zhiwen turned his head, Feng Qingzhu seemed to feel something, and looked at him too.

In an instant, many voices rang in Luo Zhiwen's ears - the noise of the wind, the sound of heavy gunfire, and more of Feng Qingzhu's murmur when he called him.

Awen.

Ah Wen.

He dropped the pen and took Feng Qingzhu's hand.

"Really think it over?" Feng Qingzhu asked with a smile.

Luo Zhiwen knew that Feng Qingzhu was not asking about their marriage, but about the furious parents he was about to face.

"En." He nodded, and handed the form to the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau, "Brother Feng, I've made up my mind."

Their lives are only a few decades long, and they have already missed a lifetime, and they can't waste any more time.

When they walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the weather was just right.

A young couple passed by them, ran too fast, and dropped their ID cards on the ground.

Luo Zhiwen bent down to pick it up, and handed it to the flushed young man: "Congratulations."

The young man said "thank you" several times: "Have you just finished registering?"

After finishing speaking, before he could explain, he asked eagerly, "Is the line long?"

Luo Zhiwen looked at Feng Qingzhu beside him, swallowed the explanation, and replied with a smile: "Well, it's quite long, go quickly."

"...Brother Feng." Looking at the young couple's back, he took a light breath, "They thought we just got the certificate."

Feng Qingzhu, who was carrying the cowhide bag, paused in his steps, looked at Luo Zhiwen who was walking forward by himself, and pursed his lips.

Feng Qingzhu knew better than anyone that this was not a good time.

Two lifetimes.

He never proposed in a decent way.

"Ah Wen."

"Huh?" Luo Zhiwen turned around following the sound.

Feng Qingzhu knelt down on one knee, carefully tore off the seal of the cowhide bag, rolled it into a ring, and then barely fixed it with a rubber band.

"Brother Feng..." The breeze blew by, his eyes slowly opened wide, and his heart beat violently uncontrollably.

"Ah Wen, are you willing to marry me?" Feng Qingzhu held Luo Zhiwen's hand, and put the newly made ring on his ring finger, "Again."

The crowd who had just received their certificates in the distance became restless, some whistled and some applauded.

They are like the most ordinary couples in the world, who have never experienced life and death, and only have the most ordinary family short stories in their lives.

The relationship will come naturally, and when it's time to get married, come to get the certificate.

In the future, it will also become the epitome of all living beings.

Luo Zhiwen's trembling fingers covered the ring on his ring finger.

He heard himself choked up and said, "I do."

Whether it is past life or present life, he is willing.

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