atlantis

Once again came to Berlin Nursing Home, walking on the open steps, Han Jing's mood was more nervous than last time, Morris began to feel the burden of pregnancy, occasionally supporting his heavy waist, very proud, always refused Let Han Jing help.

The two walked through the hall, bypassed a European-style inner courtyard garden, and came to Building D. Grant's room was on the top floor.

"Don't get angry later, let your father scold me severely, and let his grievances go, I think he will agree with us in the end." Han Jing whispered softly, repeating his insistence.

"I can promise you, but you have to promise me one thing, don't be beaten like last time. Marriage is a matter between the two of us, and father has no right to interfere." Morris replied lightly, with the vigilance of a soldier, Suddenly felt several lines of sight cast from the front, making people uncomfortable.He turned his head coldly, his sapphire eyes were so calm that he met the nurse on duty who was secretly looking at him.

Morris's face was stern. No matter how forbearing he was, he never showed anything on his face. Instead, the nurses were stunned by the menacing gaze, and they couldn't help lowering their eyes, not daring to look at each other.

"Tell General Grant, please, that Morris is coming to visit." Without any hesitation with the young nurse, Morris came to the duty desk, and his indifferent words revealed the usual sharpness.

A nurse on duty raised her head and looked at the handsome face carved out of ice. Although she couldn't see a trace of annoyance, her hands trembled inexplicably, subconsciously guilty.

She paused for a moment, and then forced a smile and said, "General Grant has already said hello, general, please follow me."

She lowered her head again, seemingly nervous, and didn't dare to take a breath. She always felt that the admiral, who had been talked about a lot, was not what she expected, but gave herself a strong pressure. Her sharp eyes were so calm that she seemed to be able to understand Own.

"General Grant is inside. Please rest here for a while, both of you. I have notified the special nurse Avilia." Turning off the communicator, the nurse offered a fruit plate and two cups of hot coffee before she relaxed. He took a breath and left under Morris' gesture.

The two sat in a living room that resembled a sky garden, with an area of ​​about fifty square meters, a solid wood floor, a leather sofa, and roses and weeping crabapples planted around them.There were two birdcages hanging under the eaves. Han Jing couldn't recognize what kind of birds they were, with bright colors and very pleasant calls.Under the birdcage is transparent plastic-steel glass, overlooking the beautiful scenery of the mountains in the distance, with a wide view, and a panoramic view of thousands of acres of European-style forest gardens.

This garden living room belongs to the vestibule of the entire suite. It is not like an ordinary hospital ward, but luxurious and luxurious, just like a top ward in a hospital in the sky.

Han Jing sat there, looking into the distance, the sea of ​​flowers layer upon layer, the coffee in his hand was a little cold, he didn't take a few sips, his heart gradually became nervous.This is not the level of life he has come into contact with. It would be fine if he longed for it, but for Han Jing, who had never thought about it and had to face it now, this was the invisible pressure. A person will think about his true feelings.

Hearing the sound of coming with a cane, Han Jing immediately stood up, and even Morris could feel his nervousness.

"Father." As soon as Morris got up, he saw his father with a sullen face and a strong tone, instructing special care like a subordinate.

"Do as I say, Avelia."

"Yes, I will help you there first."

"No!" Grant sternly refused, exuding strength in his bones, ignoring his son's greeting, slowly walked across from the two, and sat on the main seat on the sofa.

Seeing Grant's pale face, his expression indifferent, his hands on crutches, he remained silent.

"Father." Han Jing tried, opened his mouth, and sent the re-bought Cordyceps to Grant.

"This is an oriental tonic with a history of thousands of years. It is very good for the body. It can be brewed in water like tea, which is very convenient."

"My bones are very strong, not what you think, sick old man! I don't need your oriental tonic!" Grant didn't show any mercy, "Also, the name you just called me is very offensive!"

"Father!" Morris frowned, unable to stand his father's cold attitude, and wanted to help Han Jing.

As soon as Han Jing grabbed Morris's hand, before he could relax, Grant interrupted sharply.

"Shut up! I don't want to reprimand you for your business! How dare you get married without my consent? Are you really going to piss me off!?"

"No, this matter has nothing to do with Morris. It's because my family rushed too fast and I didn't think carefully."

"Your family?" Grant snorted coldly, "It's your family that made the rumors go viral, and it's your father's credit!"

"What!?" Han Jing suddenly changed color, and forcibly took the fault on himself, but he was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to answer.

"Father, what you said was angry. You should be more thorough than I am. Behind the rumors that have spread out of control, it has nothing to do with Han Jing's family...Only when Han Jing and I get married can this The matter quickly subsided." Morris protected Han Jing, and Grant's face was a little ugly when he hit the nail on the head.

"Marry! Marry!?" Grant asked in a deep voice, seemingly annoyed and unwilling, "If it wasn't for Atlantis, how could I have met him!? You are completely protecting this worthless him now!?"

Morris frowned, hearing his father's looseness, and the sharp words fell silent on his lips.

Suppressing the unwillingness, anger, and aggrievedness in his heart... Grant quarreled for a while, and finally spit out the decision that he had considered for several days. He raised his unhealed eyes, and even though he was sick, he still stared at Han Jing with fear.

"I've thought about it for a long time. Although I'm very dissatisfied with you, but the matter has come to this point, I am willing to bear it for Morris." Grant slowly stabilized his emotions, revealing the strength of the superior in every word, "If you want to marry Morris, you must follow the tradition of the Norman family. Neither you nor your family will tolerate anything that harms the Norman family! Otherwise, even if Morris helps you, I will I won't let you go!"

"Don't rush to answer, listen to me." Seeing that Han Jing was so excited that he was about to speak out, Grant was domineering, "In addition, after the child is born, it will naturally be my granddaughter, a descendant of the Norman family. As for you, you can also Follow Maurice and change your surname."

"Why? Don't want to? Wasn't it urgent just now?" Noticing that Han Jing didn't speak immediately, Grant questioned sharply, "Morris suffered humiliation for you, but you are unwilling to make any concessions? Just based on this, you I think you need to think about the so-called feelings for my son?"

"No! Morris suffered a lot for me, and the child was born with the Norman family." Han Jing held Morris's hand tightly and answered beforehand.

"But I'm the only child in my family. Changing my surname... my parents will definitely not agree. I have to take their feelings into consideration."

"Now that everyone gets married, can't they choose to keep their respective surnames?" For Morris, Han Jing almost tolerated and obeyed. However, when the bottom line was touched, his eyes were burning, and he insisted tactfully.

"Father, he's a man!" Morris couldn't take it anymore.

"It's because he's a man that he embarrasses you so much!" Grant suppressed his anger. He has always been aloof, and no one dared to confront him face to face. Only Morris, he would step back, tolerate, and even go uncharacteristically, losing his indifference and iron blood Famous, often angry with his son.

Grant said again: "It is my kindness to ask him to change his surname. How many people want to have our family's surname!? If you refuse now, you will never want to change to the Norman family's surname in the future. As for marriage, I want you to keep a low profile and keep it simple." Because of you, the Norman family has lost all face, I don't want to make a fuss anymore, it's out of control!"

"In terms of marriage, I will follow my father's wishes, and I just want to invite the relatives of both parties to be present." Han Jing replied with restraint, and faced Grant's arrogance and tyranny, he lowered his posture to the lowest point.

Unexpectedly, Grant was ungrateful and threw a very ugly sentence.

"If it wasn't for Atlantis, how could I agree! I won't go! Seeing you is already the limit!"

"I'm sorry." His eyes were blue and clear, melting away the usual indifference like ice, with tenderness and apology like spring water, Morris looked deeply at the face in front of him, his beloved.

The trip to the Bolin Nursing Home did not go well. If it weren't for Han Jing's forbearance several times, his father would never let go of his promise.But Han Jing backed down a lot. Amid his father's deliberate humiliation, he insisted on changing his surname, but Han Jing didn't invite his own family over the matter of the child, or even today's marriage.

Knowing Han Jing's dedication, the deep affection and apology in his heart were intertwined, and Morris, who was emotionally introverted, said slowly again: "I'm sorry..."

"Don't say that again." Han Jing smiled, and the spring sunshine cast into the waiting lounge, reflecting on his bright face.

"From today on, I have no regrets with you. You are me, and I am you. We hold hands and grow old together."

Han Jing held Morris's hand, and his fingers were intertwined tightly, like a thousand-year-old vines, entwining the two people who were staring deeply.

A light knock on the door broke the lingering affection in the room. Marco leaned out half of his body from the outside. His long blond hair was tied into a neat ponytail for the first time. He obviously didn't want to steal the limelight from today's protagonist, Morris.

"Are you ready? The notary is here."

"We'll be right out, thank you, Marco." Without letting go of Han Jing's hand, Morris looked at Marco gratefully.Even though today's mainstream society no longer believes in traditional religions, and faith is only a kind of dispensable spiritual comfort, Marco, as a Christian, is willing to attend his wedding. Morris cherished it dearly.

The marriage notary office in 2300 is more humane, providing various traditional forms of marriage, which is convenient for different couples to choose.Like the couple in front, the Indian-style marriage registration was carried out.Although the process is a hundred times simpler, there are still a lot of guests, singing and dancing, forming a strong contrast with Han Jing and the others who appeared later.

Because of Grant's refusal to attend, Han Jing was worried that his family would think too much, and there would be embarrassment on the scene, so instead of inviting his parents, he told them that he and Morris had chosen a honeymoon marriage.Mother Han complained quite a bit on the phone, but fortunately, it was really inconvenient to be considerate of Morris' situation, and she didn't insist too much.

Considering the rumors, their marriage was very low-key. Morris only invited Marco, whose father would have no objection, and Han Jing originally wanted to invite the senior with the best relationship. It happened that Glenn had just given birth, and now Marco is the only one. It's deserted.

The faint incompleteness did not affect the joy and sweetness of the two, they held hands until they stood in front of the notary stand, and they were reluctant to let go of each other.

The form of marriage is a Western tradition after discussion between the two. It is relatively simple and can express their vows.

The notary stood in front, looked at Morris's pregnant body, and quickly made a decision in his heart.

He smiled and asked slowly in a gentle voice, with some traditions changed between the words.

"I want to ask the two of you the same question respectively. This is a very long question. Please answer it after listening."

"Han Jing, are you willing to become a partner with Morris, like yourself, love him, comfort him, respect him, and protect him. Whether he is poor or rich, no matter the environment is good or bad, no matter sick or healthy, always be loyal to him, trust him For a lifetime?"

"I am willing." Restraining the excitement in his heart, Han Jing added impulsively, "I will love Morris more than myself."

The notary smiled, and then looked at Morris, whose lips were slightly raised by Han Jing's words.

"Morris, are you willing to be a partner with Han Jing, love him, comfort him, respect him, and protect him like you love yourself. No matter whether he is rich or poor, no matter the environment is good or bad, no matter whether he is sick or healthy, always be loyal to him and trust him For a lifetime?"

"I do." Maurice remained in the routine, and there was a tenderness that Marco rarely heard in his firm answer.

The notary smiled and said, "Please exchange rings, both of you."

"The marriage to be exchanged now is as a token of marriage."

"The ring is gold, which means that you will give your most precious love to each other like the most precious gift."

"Platinum will never rust or fade, representing your love will last forever."

"The ring is round, representing nothing reserved, beginning and end. Never broken."

Marco stood not far away, his lake-green eyes seemed to be far away, staring at the two of them for a moment, staring at the gentle and smiling Morris.Seeing that the two exchanged rings, Morris put on the rings and hugged affectionately, with a springy smile in the corner of his eyes.

Marco smiled, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

He heard the last vow of the two...

"Morris, I choose you to be my partner. From now on, whether in good times or bad times, rich or poor, healthy or sick, I will love you, respect you, protect you, be faithful to you, never leave, Until the last moment of my life." Han Jing held Morris's hand, followed the notary's prompt, his eyes were firm, and the resounding oath echoed in the open space.

Morris held Han Jing's hand tightly, and after listening to the notary's prompt, he responded calmly and clearly: "Han Jing, I choose you to be my partner. Poverty, health or disease, I will always love you, protect you as I love myself, respect you, be faithful to you, and never give up until the last moment of my life."

"Both of you, please sign your respective names here." The notary took out the legal letter of marriage, "From this moment on, you are official partners."

The two picked up the pen, and in tacit understanding, they wrote down the names of each other on the letter, and then raised their heads, ignoring the gazes of outsiders, unable to help themselves, venting their inner excitement and sweetness, and hugging each other deeply again.

The bright sunshine poured down on the two of them from the outside, reflecting their intertwined and blending figures...

Marco walked over with a smile: "Congratulations, I wish you happiness, Morris."

Morris just woke up, let go of Han Jing, and said with a faint smile, "Thank you, Marco."

He spread his arms, and hugged Marco like he did when he was a teenager, with an intimacy that he hadn't experienced in many years.

"Thank you." Morris thanked again.

Marco was slightly taken aback, then hugged Morris tightly, and said with a soothing smile, "You want to be happy forever..."

"If you dare to disappoint Morris, I will not let you go first." Marco looked at Han Jing with a smile, his eyes still cold.

Han Jing smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely make Morris happy. Also, thank you for your kind words, otherwise Morris' father would not let go so quickly."

"I just want Morris to be happy..." Marco smiled, and took out the photon-focused camera from his side.

"Let's go outside and take some wedding photos for you."

Morris took Han Jing's hand and said with a warm smile: "Marco's technique is very good, but professional."