After false amnesia, he likes to mention the president's husband

Sheng Jialang was born, full moon, went to kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, until he graduated from university, and then he became what he is today. There is a strange feeling in his heart, as if he personally participated in the past of his lover.

The photo album is very thick. No matter which photo Wen Yuezhi saw, she would have countless things to say to He An. Sheng Jialang revisited her growth trajectory from another angle, and imagined that if He An appeared before him What kind of situation will it be in the stage of life.

After reading the album, Wen Yuezhi solemnly handed it over to He An, "Guo Jian and I gave birth to Xiao Lang and raised him for today. Now that you are with him, we can rest assured that today I will hand him over to you, and I hope you will support each other in the future and live a good life."

Seeing the tears in Wen Yuezhi's eyes, He An couldn't hold back himself, and looked at Sheng Jialang with tears in his eyes.

Sheng Jialang hugged He An and Wen Yuezhi into his arms and remained silent.

The two of them stayed in Sheng Jialang's room at night.

After taking a shower, He An came out of the bathroom with sloppy steps and fell directly onto the big bed, unwilling to get up anyway.Sheng Jialang had no choice but to go to bed too, and sat next to He An to blow-dry his hair.

After drying his hair, Sheng Jialang put the hair dryer away.He pushed He An to make him lie down in another position.

He An buried his face in the quilt and said sullenly, "My back hurts, my legs hurt, I can't move."

After hearing this, Sheng Jialang had no choice but to resign himself to giving He An a massage, and asked puzzledly, "What about it?"

He An slapped Sheng Jialang back, "Why not? Why don't you play with Lingling for an afternoon? How can a six-year-old girl be so fussy? My old arms and legs are going to fall apart."

"An'an, thank you for your hard work." Sheng Jialang was dishonest in massaging, with a pair of big hands groping He An's sensitive places, "Do you like children?"

He An thought for a while, "It's okay."

Sheng Jialang lay beside He An, looked at him and said seriously: "If you like it, we will have one too."

"Us?" He An frowned, "How?"

Sheng Jialang leaned close to He An's ear and said something, but He An slapped him away, and said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense."

"An An."

He An ignored Sheng Jialang, got up and lifted the quilt to lie down.

"An'an." Sheng Jialang also got under the quilt, hugging He An's arm and acting like a baby.

He An had no choice but to kick the quilt away, and spread his hands and feet on the bed, "You move by yourself, and the battle is quick. I'm so tired and want to sleep."

"You are so ruthless." Sheng Jialang pretended to cry while covering his face.

Usually He An would have comforted Sheng Jialang at this time, but today it was unusually quiet.

Sheng Jialang waited for a while, seeing that He An did not speak, he peeked at He An from between his fingers, seeing that he seemed to be worried, he stopped making trouble.

"Do you really want a child?" He An spoke lazily, with a listless look.

Sheng Jialang hugged He An into his arms, and pulled the quilt to cover him again, "In my heart, An An, you are just a child, and it is enough for me to raise one of you. You also know that we can't have children like this. I'm afraid you want to..."

"I don't want to, at least not right now." He An poked Sheng Jialang's abdominal muscles with his finger, and added after a while: "If I want one in the future, shall we adopt one?"

"Okay." Sheng Jialang bowed his head and kissed He An's forehead, "It all depends on what you want."

Both of them chatted casually, and the atmosphere in the room was warm and happy.

Suddenly, Sheng Jialang sighed: "After thinking about it for many years, I finally lie here with my arms around you."

He An couldn't keep his eyes open, but he still didn't want to sleep, so he tried his best to ask, "What do you think?"

"I was..."

Seeing that Sheng Jialang's words turned from positive to indescribable, the more he spoke, the more energetic he became. When he was excited to try, he found that the person in his arms was sleeping soundly, and had already fallen asleep.

Sheng Jialang carefully placed He An's head on the pillow, covered him with a quilt, took a towel and bathrobe, and went to the guest room to take a cold shower.

When he came back, he ran into Sheng Jinghui, who was carrying Lingling who was sleeping soundly back to her own room.

Sheng Jialang saw it and went to help.

Sheng Jinghui put Lingling on the bed, put her favorite dolls neatly beside the pillow, pinched the quilt to cover them all, and finally arranged Lingling's little slippers by the bed, tidied everything up before tiptoeing away.

After closing the door, Sheng Jinghui said to Sheng Jialang: "Lingling is happy today, and she went to sleep after a long time."

"I will come back with An Anchang in the future."

Sheng Jinghui patted Sheng Jialang on the shoulder, but said nothing.

After Sheng Jialang went back, he stayed in the room for a while, and went to bed after his body temperature recovered.

He An noticed Sheng Jialang's movements, and asked in a muttering voice, "Where have you been?"

"Go take a shower." Sheng Jialang patted He An's back, "Go to sleep."

Early the next morning, the two of them prepared to leave after having breakfast.

Before going out, Wen Yuezhi brought a bouquet of flowers to He An, "I just picked these from the greenhouse, please take them with you, it's my kindness."

There are drops of water on the petals, and the wrapping is very delicate. It can be seen from the heart. He An was very moved, "Thank you, Auntie."

He An and Sheng Jialang were going to see He An's father. Since the cemetery and Sheng's family were almost at the two ends of Qingshi, they set off early and drove for more than two hours to arrive.

At this time, the sun was hanging in the air. Fortunately, the greening of the cemetery was done well, and there was not such a heavy heat around.

The uncle guarding the gate of the cemetery knew He An, and saw He An from a distance, so he came out of the house.

"Xiao He, here we come."

"Ah."

Seeing Sheng Jialang next to He An, the uncle could somewhat guess their relationship, looked at the backs of the two, and nodded slowly, "It's not easy for this kid."

Holding the flowers, He An led Sheng Jialang up the stairs.

"Before, I came alone, but this time I was finally accompanied by someone." He An was very happy, and took the initiative to hold Sheng Jialang's hand.

"Uncle, why is he buried here?"

"Because he likes Qingshi, he joked before that if he is gone, he will be buried here, but I didn't expect..."

Sheng Jialang patted He An's head.

"Here we are." He An stopped.

He gently placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, "Dad, I'm here. This time I didn't come by myself, and I brought someone to meet you."

He An held Sheng Jialang's hand and said with a smile: "His name is Sheng Jialang, he is my boyfriend, he is handsome, right?"

"Hello, Uncle." Sheng Jialang bowed solemnly.

"Hey, why is the tombstone so dirty." He An brushed off the fallen leaves from the top of the tombstone, and took out the prepared cloth from the bag.

Sheng Jialang took the cloth, "Let me do it."

He An looked at him and nodded slowly.

Sheng Jialang moved very carefully, holding a corner of the cloth and carefully wiping it according to the lines of the characters.

He An took out the white wine he had prepared and poured three glasses in front of the grave, "You can only drink three glasses, don't drink more."

At this time, He An was more like a child, rambling on about what happened recently.

After Sheng Jialang wiped the tombstone clean, he stood in front of the tombstone and bowed again, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I just came to see you today. Ann, he is doing well now, don't worry. I assure you, in the future I will always be by his side, love and protect him.”

After hearing this, He An turned around and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

When he was about to leave at the end, He An told Sheng Jialang to go further away, whispered a few more whispers to himself, and ran towards Sheng Jialang bouncing after speaking.

"What did you secretly say just now?"

"Don't tell you."

Sheng Jialang tapped the tip of He An's nose, smiled and pulled him away.

It was almost noon when he came out of the cemetery, He An rubbed his stomach and cried out that he was hungry.

"Who told you not to eat more in the morning?" Sheng Jialang took out the snacks he had prepared from the back seat and put them on He An's lap.

He An's eyes lit up, he tore open a small bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat slowly."

"I'm afraid of eating too much in the morning, it's not good." He An swallowed the buns in two gulps, and opened another bottle of juice.

Sheng Jialang watched him finish his drink before starting the car, "What's wrong? You can't make me poor, my mother thought you didn't like the food she prepared."

"Ah? No, I like it very much. Please explain it to Auntie."

"Understood." Sheng Jialang saw He An open another bag of snacks from the corner of his eye, "Eat less, it's time for lunch later."

"Where are we going?"

Sheng Jialang said mysteriously: "You will know when you arrive."

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