After accidentally kissing a roommate

Early the next morning, when Song Xuan opened the door, Chen Aowen was waiting outside.

Both of them were wearing white shirts and black trousers, and they were tall and tall. The shirt Song Xuan took away last night had loose cuffs, which slightly covered Song Xuan's palm, and the sun shone from the glass window at the end. Coming, Song Xuan was bathed in warm light, and Chen Aowen felt that he was like a prince in a fairy tale.

After staring at it twice, Chen Aowen was a little lost in thought.

Song Xuan rolled up his cuffs, broke the silence and asked, "Is it okay to look at?"

"Yeah." Chen Aowen said, "Very handsome."

Song Xuan smiled after hearing this, and was still trying to fold the cuffs.

Chen Aowen came closer, held Song Xuan's wrist, suddenly stretched his fingers into the cuff, and touched around the wrist.

Song Xuan's skin felt itchy because of his movements. Just as he was about to say something, Chen Aowen touched the hidden button, pinched and pulled it with his fingertips, and the cuffs were pulled inward.

After all, it is a men's shirt, and the hidden buttons are not closed to a large extent. It does not form an obvious lantern sleeve like a girl's, but it does not cover the palm a little bit. Song Xuan twisted his wrist and asked: "Do you want to wear this shirt?" Did you wear it?"

Chen Aowen: "Wear it once, and feel that the cuffs are a bit long, and I haven't worn it since then."

This cuff really doesn't match Chen Aowen's cold demeanor.

Song Xuan nodded: "It's the same in my impression, but if you don't wear it much, why did you bring this over?"

"Just take it with you. I didn't look carefully when I was arranging the clothes, but they are pretty good." Chen Aowen glanced across Song Xuan's whole body, "It looks like a medieval aristocrat when you wear it, and it suits you very well."

As he said that, Chen Aowen reached out to Song Xuan's other cuff to help him fasten the concealed button. Bernard just opened the door and came out of the next room with the video equipment in his hand.

When they sorted out the materials together two days ago, they reviewed all the videos and found that there was only a lack of images related to humanities and customs. Today's wedding can just make up for this. They don't need to go out for the next two days. Just need to cut the video together.

However, Bernard also hopes that this part of the wedding will take up more time, because the opportunity is rare, so he plans to record from the moment he wakes up, taking pictures of what he saw and heard throughout the day.

When the camera followed him out, the lens was right on Song Xuan and Chen Aowen.

Bernard greeted them: "Morning, are you waiting for me here?"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "No, he is helping me tie my cuffs."

As soon as the cuffs were tied, the three of them turned around and went downstairs together.

Bernard walked behind the two, and the camera turned to the steps: "You two are dressed similarly, is this an appointment?"

Chen Aowen: "No, but I lent him this dress."

Bernard: "So you deliberately dressed like Song Xuan?"

After Song Xuan heard this, he turned his head and looked at Chen Aowen.

Chen Aowen frowned: "It's sort of."

In the living room downstairs, the three simply ate breakfast to fill their stomachs, sat in Gehrman's car with Lena, and the other four girls got into Tasha's car. The seven-member team went to the wedding venue with their family .

The wedding venue is an open-air lawn. From the entrance, there are piles made of balloons and flowers, and the small gravel road in the lawn is laid all the way to the edge of the master of ceremonies.

In addition to the tables and chairs, there was an open space in the center of the lawn, where the groomsmen and guests were dancing, and the background music was an unknown song with a very cheerful melody.

Gehrman settled the seven of them at a round table, and then turned to look for his brother—after all, this was his nephew's wedding, and Gehrman was considered a half-elder, so he had to congratulate and help.

At the round table, the girls were very interested in this lively scene. They sat on the chairs and kept looking around. Song Xuan was not interested, so he proposed that he and Chen Aowen could occupy a seat here, and the rest of them went out for a tour first. Then do the replacement.

Bernard and the two Singaporean girls left, but the remaining two girls stayed where they were and waited and watched. Not long after, Gehrman came back again.

The gift that was held just now was gone, it should have been handed over to the groom, who is currently strolling in the garden with his daughter Lina in his arms.

"Why are you sitting here? Don't you go shopping?" Gehrman asked.

Chen Aowen: "Let's move around after the ceremony."

Gehrman: "What ceremony?"

Chen Aowen pointed to the "Dancing Demons" in the open space.

Gehrman smiled heartily: "This is not a ceremony. Our wedding here is like this. From ten o'clock in the morning until late at night, it has been drinking, eating meat, and dancing. If you want to wait until the end of the dance, then today It's impossible to end."

Song Xuan asked: "What if the bride comes?"

Gehrman: "The bride dances too."

This custom is quite new.

Song Xuan asked again: "Will the bride be shy?"

Gehrman smiled and said, "No, young brides like to dance the most."

The Japanese girl Miyamoto who was sitting on the side interjected for the first time and asked, "That...excuse me, may I ask how young the bride is?"

Gehrman: "The girls here are usually married at the age of 22 or 23. The girl my nephew married today is 21 years old."

The four people at the table were startled.

Song Xuan: "So young? Only one year older than me."

Gehrman laughed: "Then you can get married next year?"

Chen Aowen, who was sitting beside him, paused, and curled up his hands on his knees faster than Song Xuan's reaction: "21, not yet the legal age for marriage in our country."

Song Xuan: "..."

Gehrman snorted, "Yes, the country is different."

Miyamoto next to him seemed very interested in this topic, and continued to ask: "So after getting married, does the wife stay at home? Doesn't she work?"

"Yeah," said Gehrman. "Women run the house and men work, with very few exceptions."

Miyamoto sighed with a sigh: "It's the same as Japan, but the age of marriage in our country is very late, and there are even many unmarried people."

Gehrman should have some understanding of these: "Yes, you have been walking around Baku these days, and you should also know that we are an energy-based country. If you live on resources, generally there is not much pressure in life, so getting married At an early age, it is relatively easy to raise a family, although you will not be very rich, but you can live a pretty good life."

After a pause, he looked at his daughter Lena beside him.

"However, in fact, I also think that it is a bit wasteful for a woman to look after her husband and children at home, so I have been cooperating with your organization over the years to clear out the second floor of the house and use it to receive foreign guests. I also want Lina to know more about it. , what other people's lives in the world are like, so that she can decide what she wants to live."

If she has been in this country all the time, there will always be only one possibility for the life she has seen. Only when she has seen many kinds, can she walk out of a different path.

Chen Aowen asked: "Do you think this is useful?"

Gehrman: "Not sure, maybe when she grows up, she will still choose the same path as most women in this country, because the environment has too much influence on people, and the easy path is always too tempting. "

"If you are married and rely on the country's resources and family business, you can easily live a decent life. I think it will be difficult to have the motivation and courage to take the initiative to choose a path with unknown results, to create and change."

Gehrman's words were remembered by Song Xuan until the evening.

In the evening, the wedding ended with the sound of singing and dancing, and the guests left. Song Xuan followed Gehrman's car back to the accommodation. When he sat on the bed in the room after taking a shower, his eyes fell on the white shirt folded by him beside the bed. superior.

Song Xuan suddenly felt that there seemed to be a vague answer to the question he had been confused about before.

How should he plan his future with Chen Aowen.

If parents with traditional thinking do not accept the existence of Chen Aowen as a boyfriend, then Song Xuan seems to have only one way, which is to stop relying on his family and become completely independent by himself.

But like Gelman said, it's hard.

but……

Song Xuan shook the shirt in front of him: "You will be with me, right?"

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Song Xuan firmly believed that Chen Aowen would always be by his side.

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