just stick to you

At the moment when he is willing to give up his persistence, Ming Xingcheng, whose will has always been as stubborn as a rock, unexpectedly compromised one step ahead of him? !

"...Since I haven't died yet, let's do it. It doesn't matter if you wear the red hijab or I wear it."

Half his life was exhausted by seven days and nights of marathon sex, Ming Xingcheng decided to look down on the important fame and dignity of lifelessness in order to save the remaining half of his life so that he could take care of his youngest son, Zi Qiao, when he grew up.

Since, the man who was next to him, and he wanted to preserve his reputation, didn't want to protect himself, so he didn't want to worry about it for him anymore.

If you want to hold a public ceremony, let him do it; anyway, he has been in politics, which has always caused him a lot of inconvenience and annoyance. Maybe this time his political career will stop because of his public same-sex marriage. For him, Might as well be a good thing.

Hearing this, Qiao Zhonglin couldn't help throwing away the towel and throwing himself into his lover's arms, smiling so hard that his teeth showed!

"Honey, honey, I knew you loved me the most!"

Hmph, if I don't love you, can I tie you up and do it for seven days without strangling you backhanded?Ming Xingcheng was upset, he still didn't push away his lover who was acting wild on him, and after a while he raised his hand to wipe his face.

"Closed like this, if you don't heat me, I will heat up. Get up, I want to go to the lake and take a dip in cold water."

***

They all agreed that he would do whatever he wanted, but Qiao Zhonglin still didn't take Ming Xingcheng out of the lakeside area. Instead, he brought Ming Xingcheng into the aboriginal tribe here. In the hall where the chief entertained guests, a casual and quiet Indian wedding ceremony was held.

From the corner of his eye, Ming Xingcheng glanced at Qiao Zhonglin, who was in the same posture as his left hand, and was bowing his head to listen to the old chief reciting blessings for them. He really didn't know what this man was thinking, what he wanted, what exactly is it?

Neither he nor he has Indian blood.What is the point of doing this?

"Are your knees sore?" Sensing his lover's gaze repeatedly thrown at him, Qiao Zhonglin smiled slightly and raised his head to meet him.

"A little bit." Ming Xingcheng didn't deny it, he was speaking in Chinese, and he wasn't worried about being understood by these native Americans.

Anyway, he didn't know any of these people.It may not be possible to meet again in the future, to cultivate friendship, and I don't want to think too much about not being offended.

"Be patient for a while, for me." Qiao Zhonglin's appearance is good, he doesn't look old, just a little bit of concealer makes him look less than ten years old.

Ming Xingcheng didn't answer any more, because the old chief was handing him a pottery bowl, he was busy thanking him softly, and took the bowl.

Divided into several sips, when Ming Xingcheng drank the fermented white wine in the bowl, the curtain of the room was lifted, and a group of people he was no longer familiar with filed in.

It's his children.All of them, including Zi Qiao who is only five months old, Clement who always loves to giggle, and the third son-in-law Tu Ling.

Ming Xingcheng frowned tightly: "Today is not a holiday, you don't have to go to school? I don't remember any continuous holidays in Australia at this time?"

When San Ziming was asked such a question, a red cloud appeared on his face, and even his ears were dyed red.

"It's Daddy who wants us to ask for three days' leave and fly over here as soon as possible." The third son-in-law stood up and replied respectfully, holding Tu Qing who was sleeping soundly in his elbow, and the fourth son Clement was holding his eldest grandson Mingrui by the hand. Ming Xingcheng looked at the group of children again and again, only then did he notice something strange.

"Why do you all wear the same clothes?" They were all dressed in Chinese-style robes, especially the third son and son-in-law, who, like him and his wife, were dressed in red-backed groom's clothes with gold trim?

The stern-faced grandpa looked dignified. Mingrui hid his figure behind the old man's legs, revealing only a pair of curious, clear eyes.

"Xingcheng, don't be like this, take it easy, okay? Don't scare the children, it's my idea to ask them all to come here." Qiao Zhonglin stretched out his hand, and beckoned kindly to his lover's children, asking them to sit beside him .

He smiled softly at Ming Rong, who was always silent and held his little grandson Qichao in his arms, and took Ming Feng's hand from Ming Ziqiao who was half asleep, squinting and sucking his thumb, and twitched at his tender face. The eldest son in the sense --- the lover's third son, Ming Zhen, raised his chin and pointed to the stack of cushions in the corner.

"Xiaozhen, I asked someone to keep that stack of cushions. You can bring four of them, and put them together two by two. Let Xiaoqing and Xiaochao lie on them, so that they can sleep more comfortably."

Then he turned his head and told Clement, who was the closest to him, "My dear son, bring two for Jojo, he's about to fall asleep."

"OK." The child with a hearty personality and a pleasing personality is in the stage of rapidly growing taller. He has a flat body, slender hands and feet and a frizzy manner. He is tall and tall. A juvenile gorilla.

"Qiao Zhonglin, what exactly do you want to do?" The matter has come to this point, Ming Xingcheng doesn't understand, it's just that he doesn't understand what he did, what is his intention?

"Here is a place where the media is rarely seen." My lover kept a low profile, only wishing to receive a certificate but not holding a ceremony. How could Qiao Zhonglin know that Ming Xingcheng, who is not a public figure, was thinking about him, "I have thought about it for a long time, I think, except for Sam Here, it is difficult to keep secret where the wedding will be held. Therefore, the appearance of me marrying you with a red hijab can only be seen here by my old classmate and his clan.”

Sam, who was sitting next to the old chief, heard Qiao Zhonglin mentioning him, raised his wine bowl and saluted his middle school classmates. He who had always been silent said congratulations, then put the bowl to his mouth, raised his neck and drank it down .

Although it was the first time they met, Ming Xingcheng heard Qiao Zhonglin mention Sam as a number one person, not once or twice.When they were all young people, racial discrimination was still serious in a large society dominated by white people. It was very rare for aborigines from poor families to be able to complete their doctorates on their own.

"Daddy, what is a red hijab?" Clement saw that his father Ming Xingcheng's ears were quietly turning red because of what his father Qiao Zhonglin said in Chinese, and his curiosity suddenly flourished.

Qiao Zhonglin smiled narrowly, and didn't answer Clement's question directly. Instead, he took out a silk scarf from his bosom, without tassels, but embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, and stuffed it with a pair of shiny golden-brown pupils. curious teenager hands.

For Ming Feng and Ming Rong who understood what he meant, but unlike Ming Zhen Tu Ling who had told him beforehand and didn't know until now that they were going to pretend to be this way, Qiao Zhonglin didn't think it was a nuisance, and even more so. No shame.

He is just an ordinary man who wants to entrust his whole life to the love of his life, hoping to live and die together with him. The ceremony of marriage is not so important to those who have all been married in the church before. , so he held an Indian wedding with his lover before the children arrived.

Indian weddings are usually divided into three stages.The first step of [grabbing the bride] starts from the moment he abducts his lover into the car, turns off his mobile phone and hides the battery, and takes him into the lakeside hut [imprisonment].

And the follow-up [honeymoon] is naturally the seven days of lingering on the bed day and night, almost killing half of the lover's life.

And the final stage of [marriage] was also completed in the chants of Sam's uncle, the old chief of the tribe [the eagle circling on the path], which was not a lengthy blessing.

"Daddy, this slippery red handkerchief is the red hijab?" Clement has extensive experience in ball games and is also dexterous. He put his index finger in the middle of the handkerchief, and then exerted force on his wrist, turning the red hijab immediately. The basketball is generally spinning in place, straightening the corners of the square!

"Yes." Clement's cute and reckless act made Qiao Zhonglin couldn't help but show his white teeth.

"What's the use of this?" Seeing Daddy reaching out to him, with slightly concave fingers and palm up, Clement had no choice but to stop the movement of his hands and return the red hijab to Qiao Zhonglin.

"You'll know later." Qiao Zhonglin smiled like a scheming old fox who succeeded in trickery. Although Clement was young, he also saw the clues.

"Daddy, what did you do again successfully?" Clement thought about the word "bad thing", but still didn't say it.

Anyway, since Daddy is so close to him, he must understand what he means, just like he also fully understands Daddy's character, between Maji, that's the reason.

Next, the old chief wearing a traditional Indian costume covered Daddy with a red handkerchief, so that Daddy and Daddy, who were embarrassed but still reluctantly cooperated, held hands with each other, pulling a ribbon-cut red belt that is common in Chinatown. Bow to the outside of the house, and then bow to each other face to face, wait for Dad to take off the red handkerchief on Daddy's head, and print a brief shallow kiss on Daddy's forehead, Daddy immediately pushes away Dad's hands and walks towards the third Brother pulled him up from the ground.

Put the red hijab that was still on his head just now on the third brother's head, and he whispered to the third brother to stand still, move, and then lead the third brother to stand beside the third brother, and together lead the recycling Then, Daddy’s old friend who acted as the master of ceremonies began to shout commands in blunt Chinese, asking the third brother and the others to bow to the outside of the house according to the ceremony that their fathers had just done, and then turned their heads to face each other. Then the two fathers standing in front of them bowed again, and finally the third brother and the third brother-in-law bowed to each other, and the third brother-in-law's face quickly turned into a heroic figure, not knowing whether it was because of bowing or shyness. The reincarnated Red Guan Gong.

Clement sat on the mat, drinking fruit tea and watching the ceremony as if watching a show, watching