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The sky was clear, and no one responded to the words of the two of them. A breeze blew up in the mountains, blowing the white flowers in front of the tomb.

The wind stopped soon, and the flowers were quiet again.

Song Ling put his arms around Zhou Qingluo's shoulders, pulled him into his arms, and curled his lips triumphantly, "Yan Sheng, we are going back to the bridal chamber."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

He dragged Zhou Qingluo down the mountain, "Hurry up and wait until the auspicious time passes."

"..."

At the foot of the mountain, Zhou Qingluo pushed away Song Ling who was still hugging him tightly, "In this kind of place, you can't talk nonsense and be serious."

Song Ling: "What nonsense did I say?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

"Is it about entering the bridal chamber?"

Zhou Qingluo froze for two seconds, ignoring others with a blank face.

He might as well have said nothing.

Song Ling clicked his tongue, "You clearly agreed to my marriage proposal just now."

Zhou Qingluo looked puzzled, "When did I agree to your marriage proposal?"

"I just introduced you as her daughter-in-law, and you agreed."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him speechlessly, ignored him, and walked forward quickly.

Song Ling came up together in three or two steps, and put his arm around the man's shoulder, "Walking in such a hurry, are you rushing to enter the bridal chamber?"

Zhou Qingluo shook off angrily, and walked straight forward.

Song Ling followed up again, "It's useless to be anxious, I'm still here, how did you enter the bridal chamber by yourself?"

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily, "Song Ling, why do you have a long mouth?"

Song Ling pulled him into his arms, lowered his head and kissed him, and then let go after a long time, "How can I kiss you without a long mouth."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help cursing, "Song Ling, you can't do this, this is a solemn place, how can you be so shameless, you are blaspheming, do you understand?"

"If you don't shut up, I'll blaspheme again."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyes and ignored people, waiting for the car on the side of the road, no matter how Song Ling rubbed his face or pinched his ears, he was indifferent.

The cemetery is remote, and it's not the Ching Ming season. Song Ling and Zhou Qingluo took a taxi, and the master asked for the round-trip fare. Now that the two of them want to go back, they can't get a taxi.

Zhou Qingluo: "I really need to buy a car."

Song Ling played with his fingers, "Buy."

"What do you think about buying a scooter worth 8 yuan?"

"Eighty thousand can buy a car?"

Zhou Qingluo paused, because when Song Ling said this, he was genuinely puzzled.

It felt like he wasn't talking about 800 yuan, but [-] yuan.

Now he finally understands how difficult it is to go from extravagance to frugality.

Zhou Qingluo patiently explained to him: "Think about it, your salary last month was only [-], how much is [-] to [-]? It's almost six to [-]. Of course, you can buy the money you saved without eating or drinking for half a year. car."

Song Ling pursed her lips and said nothing.

Zhou Qingluo shook his head and sighed: "When will you have a normal concept of money?"

At this time, Song Ling's cell phone rang, and it was a reminder that a certain company's stock dividends would arrive at the end of the year, 600 million.

Seeing him staring at the phone without moving, Zhou Qingluo poked his head over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Counting to zero."

"?"

"How many zeros are there in counting [-]?"

Zhou Qingluo was amused by him, "How many zeros are there?"

"Call out, brother, and I'll tell you."

Zhou Qingluo: "Go aside."

At this time, Zhou Shoulin called, "Hey, it's time for dinner, when are you coming back?"

Zhou Qingluo: "You guys eat first, we haven't gotten a taxi yet."

Zhou Shoulin: "What did you go to do? You haven't come back for so long?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Let's do something."

"What's taking so long?"

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to cover up his past by swallowing it whole, but was cut off by Song Ling.

Song Ling clasped his fingers tightly with him, and said slowly: "It's a big deal in life."

There was a moment of silence.

Then came Aunt Li's voice, "Oh yes, I counted the days a few days ago, this year is the most suitable day to go to the Marriage Temple to seek marriage, 10 o'clock in the morning is the best time, did you go to the temple to burn incense? The burning is over No? Do you want A Biao to pick you up?"

Song Ling's expression immediately cracked. Could it be that the old people love to drive outside?

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Aunt Li: "Qing Luo, if you are still here, please help my A Biao get one."

Zhou Qingluo smiled awkwardly, "Oh, that's great."

There was also Aunt Li's voice complaining about A Biao, "Look at you, Qing Luo is no younger than you, and you believe in all this, why don't you believe it? If you believed it, you would have found a wife long ago."

Song Ling received Zhou Qingluo's death stare.

Song Ling: "Then let's go to the Marriage Temple again."

"..."

The two couldn't get an online taxi or wait for the bus, Song Ling had no choice but to ask Jiao Zuo to pick them up.

There are two things in Jiao Zuo's life, one is racing and the other is mahjong.

After finally taking a day off, he was playing mahjong with his poker buddies, and he played heartily.

The poker friends are also people in the circle, and they chatted about a few things, and finally they talked about the Song family.

They gossip while playing mahjong.

"What do you think Baomu Group will do in the future?"

"Who would have thought that such a large group would have what it is today?"

"Could it be Song Ling who did this, and avenged his mother."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Jiao Zuo raised his eyelids to look at him, and said coldly, "If you want to die, just say so."

The man immediately laughed, "Brother Jiao, don't worry, the Song family's mother and son are getting worse and worse. It is said that they won't last for a few years. We are wondering if Baomu Group will fall into Song Ling's hands in the future."

Jiao Zuo: "Song Ling doesn't care about this junk thing, whoever he loves."

"Why is it not rare, Baomu Group, a lean camel is bigger than a horse."

Jiao Zuo snorted, "You have a fat elephant in your hand, will you miss this skinny camel?"

Those people didn't realize it, and they came back to their senses after careful reading, "Damn it! Song Ling is so rich! Feeling that he has been in the Song family for so many years, he has made a lot of money."

Jiao Zuo gave him a disdainful look, and he couldn't bear to retort, "Idiot, people rely on knowledge, brains and their own ability to earn money, thinking that they have no brains like you, and only plan how to fight for family property?"

The atmosphere was tense immediately, and the old peacemaker came out to persuade him, "Ah, ah, what are you doing, play mahjong well."

Jiao Zuo: "Don't call me when he's here in the future."

"..."

At this time, Jiao Zuo just received a call from Song Ling.

Jiao Zuo heard that he was going to Zhou Qingluo's house for dinner, so he stopped playing mahjong that he was going to play, so he called Xiaoci, got up from the mahjong table and left.

The poker player was not happy anymore, "Brother Jiao, where are you going to eat, bring us with you."

Jiao Zuo put out the cigarette in his hand, "You are not worthy."

Everyone wanted to hit him with mahjong.

Song Ling: "Drive a car."

Jiaozuo will arrive in half an hour, and Xiaoci is also there.

Zhou Qingluo thanked Jiao Zuo.

Xiaoci smiled and said, "You don't need to thank him, we will get back our money in a while."

Jiao Zuo: "That's right, I will ask Uncle Zhou to cook more delicious food."

Song Ling: "Show face."

Jiao Zuo watched Zhou Qingluo's claws on Zhou Qingluo's shoulders through the rearview mirror, pinching his ears and temples from time to time, and couldn't bear it and said an English sentence, "thesametoyou."

Song Ling raised his eyes, and the eyes of the two met in the rearview mirror. Song Ling raised his eyebrows provocatively, raised his hand, and rubbed the back of Zhou Qingluo's head.

As soon as Zhou Qingluo hid, he followed immediately, and then Zhou Qingluo had no choice but to let him with a blank face.

Jiao Zuo: "Qing Luo, I have a knife in my car, if you want to chop off something restless, I'll get it for you."

Zhou Qingluo: "Bring it."

Xiaoci couldn't control it, and burst out laughing.

Song Ling: "If you can't eat grapes, say grapes are sour."

Jiao Zuo: "You drive, you come."

The four of them bickered all the way to the house, and the small courtyard was very lively.

Zhou Shoulin saw that Jiao Zuo had also come, and immediately greeted him warmly, "Xiao Jiao, Xiao Ci, you are here too, come and sit."

Jiao Zuo liked this lively scene, and walked over with a smile on his face, "Uncle, it's so rich, I want to eat it with my stomach open."

"Eat whatever you want, eat enough."

A total of four tables were set up in the small yard, with eight people per table. Everyone was chatting about the past, the present, and the future until late at night.

Aunt Li and the others said they would stay and help clean up, but Zhou Shoulin declined, "It's late, let's go back first, everyone has put in a lot of effort during this time, go back and have a good rest."

Aunt Li sighed, "We didn't help much, by the way, Lao Zhou, A Biao and the others consulted a lawyer last time, saying that the evidence in our hands cannot be sued to Baomu Group, and Baomu Group sent Song Zhaoguang in. Song Zhaoguang alone is responsible for the crime."

Zhou Shoulin waved his hand to comfort her, "Don't think about these things, even if Baomu can hold on now, it won't be long, now it's different from our era, now information is advanced, everyone's eyes are sharp, Under the sun, where is there any place to cover the sky with one hand, go home and rest, the children are still playing, and I will clean up when they are better."

Aunt Li glanced at Zhou Qingluo, and whispered, "Last time I told you about introducing someone to Qingluo, how was it?"

Zhou Shoulin glanced at Zhou Qingluo, and then at Song Ling who was beside him. Song Ling glanced at him from time to time, couldn't help smiling, and Qing Luo would respond to him, with a look of disgust on the surface, but still couldn't help but rolled his eyes .

People of this age, no matter how deep their thoughts are, no matter how good at disguising and covering up, they still can't hide their liking in their eyes.

The meeting between parents and children is not a kind of fate. If the relationship is shallow, they will pass by each other, just like Song Ling and Yan Sheng, but if the relationship is deep, they will depend on each other, just like him and Qing Luo.

A short period of fate should be cherished.

If he is safe, healthy, optimistic, sensible and filial, then what is the worldly vision?

Zhou Shoulin waved his hand, "Let him handle the child's affairs, we are old, if we don't care about them, they should dislike us for being talkative."

Aunt Li also went back, Zhou Shoulin took a stove and put it under the table, "Come on, let's warm your feet, children, you talk, I'm going to rest first."

Jiao Zuo got a little drunk, grabbed Zhou Shoulin's hand and howled like hell, "Uncle Zhou, you should be planted in the ground in spring, and many Uncle Zhous will grow in autumn. Let us share one for each of us and be our father. The first one will share To Song Ling, to be Song Ling's father."

Zhou Shoulin said cheerfully, "Okay, okay."

Xiao Ci pushed Jiao Zuo away, "Okay, what nonsense are you talking about, planting the sun, you, let uncle go to sleep."

Zhou Qingluo suddenly remembered that on Song Ling's birthday, he even sang Planting the Sun to Song Ling. Now that Jiao Zuo said that, it was a bit funny.

Song Ling also remembered, looked at him and smiled silently, and said to Jiao Zuo: "It's not for you to plant the sun wheel."

Jiao Zuo let go of Uncle Zhou, and waved to him drunkenly, "Dad, good night."

Xiaoci: "Uncle, don't worry about it, he gets drunk like this."

When it came to the topic of father, Jiao Zuo gritted his teeth when he thought of Song Zhaoguang, "Song Zhaoguang the son of a bitch, bah, QJ is at the bottom of the prison chain of contempt, he will be punished by Song scum if he goes in, bah, old Song, don't worry, I've already Let my friend take special 'care' of him."

Xiaoci twisted his ear, "You are good, what are you doing mentioning this unlucky thing?"

Jiao Zuo: "Ah, it hurts, my wife, I hurt."

"Then can you shut up?"

Jiao Zuo suddenly leaned over with a smile, and said meanly: "There is one and only one way to make me shut up, have you forgotten?"

Xiao Ci immediately blushed, "Jiao Zuo! Are you going to sew your mouth shut now?"

Jiao Zuo raised his eyebrows mysteriously, patted Song Ling on the shoulder, and said triumphantly, "My brother will teach you someday."

"..."

Jiao Zuo couldn't hold back his words, "Forget it, I'll teach you now."

Jiao Zuo leaned closer to Song Ling's ear, and thought he was speaking in a low voice, but in fact, his voice was not much lower than normal.

He looked at Song Ling with disgust on his face: "You can't be too serious, you can't be shameless, just like you did in the car just now, just pinch your earlobe and touch your face, it's almost done, understand?"

Zhou Qingluo and Xiaoci rubbed their foreheads at the same time.

Xiao Ci really wanted to put the brazier under the table on Jiao Zuo's face.

Jiao Zuo didn't know it, and he became addicted to preaching, "The way to shut up is, you hold the person down, and then forcefully kiss, kiss deeply, plundering his air, making him unable to breathe, understand?"

Song Ling: "..."

Xiao Ci: "..."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." It turns out that this method is a secret book widely circulated in your circle of friends.