The night of the grand wedding

  Jiang's father and mother returned to the hotel, without seeing Manman in person, but it goes without saying that they were just like that at home with their mom and aunt.

  "Eighty thousand as the first year's salary, and a hundred tables of banquet." Mother Chiang couldn't help but laugh, "Really a precious daughter, wanting to be a rich young lady, our family really can't afford it."

  "Shut up!" Jiang's father was furious, so angry that he himself and his own son were blinded by rage.

  Jiang's mother saw that it was good to stop, and as for how to get her son's heart back from Manman, she still had to discuss with her husband: "I think you should make a phone call to the troops and ask their leaders to let our Erson take his leave in advance."

  It can only go this way now.

  Chiang sighed heavily. That night, Mr. and Mrs. Chiang flew back to Beijing by plane.

  The next day, Jiang Yan received a call from his unit and was asked to return ahead of schedule.

  As a soldier, there is no right to disobey this.

  Jiang Yan had just finished collecting his laundry at the military reception center and was preparing to take a special express train back that afternoon. Time was pressing, but he wanted to see Manman and had some things to say to her.

  What a pity is that didn't let parents see her, personally taste the dishes she made. He believed that if his parents saw her and ate the meal she cooked, they would definitely be very satisfied.

  He Jiang Yan doesn't need a beautiful and capable wife, he just needs a gentle and virtuous wife who can take care of the family.

  What is most needed as a military wife is to be able to endure loneliness.

  Manman is just right.

  Before going to the company, he called Xiaxia first.

  Hurriedly rushing out of the company, Chuxia saw him and asked: "You said on the phone that you were leaving? Didn't you say you wanted to propose?"

  "My parents didn't make it." Jiang Yan also felt regretful, "Time is too tight, can only wait for next time."

  "What's next?" Early summer was secretly uneasy in her heart, and she wouldn't let the wedding fly away like this again.

  Cracked white teeth, laughing brightly in the sunlight: "Don't think nonsense. — Where's Manman?"

  "It's really said and done." At the beginning of summer, ugly words were spoken first, and since they couldn't wait for a long time, "I'll call her out again."

  "Ah, I've already proposed. Auntie in early summer." Jiang Yan's father begged Auntie in early summer, afraid that she wouldn't agree, and pulled out a black brocade box from his pocket, "Look, I've even prepared the wedding ring."

  Seeing this, the early summer no longer doubted, went in and called Manman, without telling Manman that he was leaving, only saying that he had an urgent matter to attend to.

  As soon as she heard the urgent news, her heart was lifted up and she walked out wearing her work apron.

  On a sunny spring day, he stood under a peach blossom branch, his tall and slender figure was born to be a clothes rack, his light gray long windbreaker only reached his knees. Looking at him like this, I felt that he was even taller. Today, he had one hand inserted in his pants pocket, with his thumb exposed outside the pocket, while the other hand slightly grasped his windbreaker. He still looked handsome, but today there was an added charm of a mature man.

  "Vines." Seeing her arrive, his handsome eyebrows and eyes smiled.

  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

  In his eyes, her face was as white and delicate as water, with small eyes behind large glasses, not only not ugly, but also serene and gentle, with a subtle smile on the corner of her rose-red lips, and her slender figure had an elegant charm reminiscent of ancient Chinese beauties.

  Long legs took two big strides, standing in front of her, a large hand hastily grasped one of her small hands, the other hand revealing a ring on its palm to put it on her ring finger.

  It's all messed up, what is this? Nothing has been said at all.

  What's more embarrassing is that the size was obviously wrong. The silver ring slipped onto her ring finger and immediately fell off. It was a whole size too big. You could see how small and slender her fingers were.

  Roughly massaging her slender fingers, which were as soft as water, for a moment, his heart was filled with spring-like emotions, and he couldn't bear to let go, his Adam's apple rolled up and down twice.

  "Jiang---Yan---" was the first time she called him by his name, her small face flushed like a sunset, "This is the company, someone will see."

  "What's the big deal if I see you? Last time, in front of so many people, I already said I'd marry you." The slightly upturned corners of his mouth still held a hint of childish innocence and playfulness; he was still him, unchanged.

  "Shyly, she lowered her small head: 'This ring doesn't fit.'"

  "Who says it's not suitable? I'll go change right away." Jiang Yan grasped her hand, his palm wrapping around her fingers and the ring, refusing to let go.

  "Hey, I'm on my way to work." Seeing him about to pull himself up and walk, Manman stopped in her tracks and shouted.

  Now that things have come to this, he had no choice but to tell the truth. His long eyebrows furrowed again and again, it was really helpless: "The troops called me. I have to leave for Beijing this afternoon."

  Her heart was shaken, and ripples spread out in circles. It turned out to be like this, so he hurriedly bought a ring for her.

  Seeing her suddenly fall silent, he became anxious and fearful: "Don't worry. After I go back, I'll find an opportunity to take leave and come back to pick you up right away. This time, I will definitely bring my parents to see you. Then, I will propose to you, put the ring on your finger, and they won't be able to do anything to us."

  To be honest, she never doubted his sincerity, just looking at those bright and moving eyes, everything was written clearly in his eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul. She believed every word he said.

  It's time to muster up your own courage.

  She opened his fingers with her small hands, retrieved the ring and put it back in her palm. Her warm lips curved into a bright smile: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

  Excitement, like a whirlpool spreading from his heart to his limbs, fingertips trembling, lips licking again and again: "Man Man, I want to hold you."

  She looked around subconsciously, but didn't see anyone, and nodded slightly.

  It's been too long since this moment, she nodded, his two big hands wrapped around her, one long arm was only half way, and he could wrap her small body in his arms.

  The force was too great, she was caught off guard, her head hit his chest straight on, and her eyes sparkled for a moment. When she remembered that she still had the dirty apron tied around her body, she whispered: "Dirty..."

  "How dirty! You're all fragrant." To prove this, he leaned into her hair and sniffed again and again.

  Then, her face was pressed against his chest, under the silk undershirt, the solid warm muscles rubbed her skin even thinner, and her two small hands didn't know where to touch, it was the most embarrassing.

  The warm wind blows gently, accompanied by a heartbeat that seems to be about to sprout, and Manman thinks that she will remember today for the rest of her life.

  Jiang Yan regretted it when he left, wishing he hadn't asked for a hug or a kiss. He turned back to see her standing at the door, his heart slightly aching and itching, wanting to go back, but the phone rang.

  Watching him walk away, bit by bit disappearing into the crowd. Her gaze was motionless, as if wanting to freeze time in this moment.

  "Tendrils." Early summer arrived on schedule, holding her hand tightly.

  "It's okay. I believe him." Manman smiled, turned around, and quickly returned to the workshop to continue working. As for the oversized silver ring, she treasured it in a cloth bag sewn by herself and carried it with her every day.

  That night, he sent her a text message on the train: I'm back, remember to wait for me!

  The rumbling train took away her lover...