A faintly hazy density floated in the sky at dusk, and the air was scattered particles, rendering the everyday landscape into an oil painting texture.
Today's sunset is pink, and Chi Xueyan, who walked into the house, thought so.
The large house is very quiet, only the kitchen is faintly moving, and from time to time, a wisp of food fragrance floats out.
The aunt who specially hired to cook was busy. When she heard the sound, she poked her head out and greeted him with a smile: "Xiaoyan is back."
Chi Xueyan smiled back and greeted, "Aunt Ling, what are you eating today?"
"It's all your favorite food, and the chicken soup is also stewed." Aunt Ling works at his house all year round and has a very close relationship. "I really want to drink soup."
Chi Xueyan thought for a soon: "Is there any sweet soup to reduce the fire?"
"Are you angry? This season is so irritable. Aunt Ling immediately counted carefully, "Then stewed silver ear? Green beans are fine. There are all the ingredients. I'll prepare them now.
"Thank you, Aunt Ling." Chi Xueyan specially said, "Remember to serve a big bowl for my father later."
Aunt Ling was stunned, and then showed a clear expression. She smiled helplessly and said, "I know, it's on me."
After preparing the means to reduce the fire, Chi Xueyan went upstairs, found Han Zhenzhen's safe, put the household registration book back, and turned a blind eye to the triggered prompt light beside him.
A quarter of an hour later, a familiar voice came downstairs on time.
First, a very fast and irritable female voice: "Did you notice Lao Li's expression during the meeting? Do you really think you are fooling around? Sooner or later, I will find a chance to put on a sack and beat him so that he can't find the north--"
Then a rough and powerful male voice said, "We agreed not to talk about business after returning home. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
"Isn't it closed yet? Not counting after returning home. Why don't you take advantage of training to deal with him?"
"...Okay."
Then came a loud noise of the door closing.
After a brief silence, Han Zhenzhen's gentle voice sounded from downstairs: "Yanyan, we're back."
In the face of the huge contrast staged day by day, Chi Xueyan still couldn't help laughing.
He put the little red book in his pocket and went downstairs as if nothing had happened: "Dad, mom."
Han Zhenzhen, dressed in dark red professional clothes and had a strong aura, was casually throwing off the high heels on her feet and lifting the plastic bag in her hand to her son: "The man opposite the company finally has fried chestnuts again. Eat while it's hot."
The pond that followed him squatted down honestly and arranged his wife's high heels neatly. His skillful movements matched his burly physique of 1.9 meters, which was a strange harmony.
Chi Xueyan took the sugar-fried chestnuts bought by her mother, washed her hands and sat down at the table, and began to peel the chestnuts quietly.
After peeling the first fragrant chestnut, he shook it to Han Zhenzhen: "Mom."
Han Zhenzhen ate it with a smile and praised it like a child, "I'll buy it for you next time."
After Chi Xueyan handed her three chestnut meat in a row, she realized something and suddenly became alert: "Do you want to go bungee jumping again on the weekend? Or do you want us to go to the haunted house together?"
Han Zhenzhen observed his unusually well-behaved son today and frowned: "No, it looks like a new trick."
The middle of the pond who was taking cold beer from the refrigerator interjected: "Is it a safe?"
Han Zhenzhen was reminded: "By the way, why did you open the safe twice this afternoon? What are you looking for? If the alarm outside hadn't responded, I would have thought it was a thief.
Chi Xueyan's parents run a large-scale security service company, which is a leading position in the industry, from high-tech hardware that provides systematic security solutions to well-trained high-end security services.
Therefore, the appearance of the Chi family's house is not obvious, and a lot of safety equipment is actually installed.
Chi Xueyan turned his head and looked out of the window. He asked, "Mom, look, the sky is pink today."
Han Zhenzhen:...
She followed Chi Xueyan's gaze and subconsciously sat up straight, trying to figure out her son's mysterious brain circuit.
Chi Zhongzhong sensed this unusual atmosphere and immediately sat down with a beer bottle in his hand.
Facing his parents sitting upright, Chi Xueyan smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. I just borrowed the household registration book for a short time."
Han Zhenzhen's expression was at a loss for a moment, and he unexpectedly said, "Household registration book? What are you doing with that..."
Before she finished her words, she saw Chi Xueyan take out a small red book from her pocket and calmly put it on the table: "I got the certificate from someone."
Against the backdrop of the romantic peach pink dusk, the three big words of the golden marriage certificate on the cover are shining.
Han Zhenzhen's eyes widened.
The pond, who was silently drinking beer, suddenly choked.
In the splashing beer foam, Aunt Ling ran over quickly with a rag: "Oh, be careful--"
In the chaos of soldiers and horses, Han Zhenzhen had quickly found out the contact method of the fortune-telling master on his mobile phone and was ready to immediately ask how to solve the disaster for his lonely son.
Before calling out the number, she sighed deeply and said in pain, "What should come will come. Life is fate."
All along, Chi Xueyan has been forced to participate in blind dates, because when Han Zhenzhen took him to fortune-telling when he was a child, he always said that he would suffer disasters and fate was bleak due to emotional stubbornness in the future. Han Zhenzhen believed in this prediction very much.
Looking back now, this coincides strangely with the plot of the novel mentioned by He Qiao.
Hearing Han Zhenzhen say this, Chi Xueyan shook her head seriously.
He will not obey the fate.
"I didn't mess around." He said, "This person is the object you are satisfied with."
Han Zhenzhen was stunned, put down his mobile phone, picked up his son's marriage certificate, took a deep breath and opened it.
In the photo with a blue background, Chi Xueyan and her handsome other half are wearing the same white shirt, shoulder to shoulder, smiling brightly.
She blurted out: "Is it He Qiao?"
The central pool, who continued to be shocked, came over and blurted out: "Why isn't it a photo with a red background? Ours is a red background.
With that, he turned over and over the little red book and said, "This must be false evidence!"
Chi Xueyan was silent and had no choice but to point to his colorful hair: "You can't take a picture of red hair on a red background."
Han Zhenzhen mercilessly patted her old and rough husband's hand and carefully observed this photo on the marriage certificate.
For a long time, she looked at her son and slowed down a little: "You laughed a lot when you took pictures."
Mothers can always notice subtle differences in their children's expressions.
Chi Xueyan nodded without changing her face: "I like him very much."
Flash marriage in one day, such an exciting and novel thing, of course, will make him laugh a lot.
"But you just had a blind date yesterday, which was too fast. We just met." Han Zhenzhen said and corrected himself, "No, you also ran out last night, and today... We just met three times. It seems to be quite frequent."
Chi Xueyan said nonsense: "Love at first sight is like this, it's threatening."
Han Zhenzhen didn't know how to ask for a moment. He was silent for a while and suddenly thought of another thing: "Didn't you tell us in advance, didn't He Qiao? Did his family agree?"
Although this blind date was promoted by He Qiao's brother He Xiao, both families are doing business, and the business is not small. It is inevitable that they will consider more about the marriage of their children.
"Marrying is a matter for two people, and I think mutual willingness is the most important thing." Chi Xueyan said, "And we signed a prenuptial agreement. The property before and after marriage is all independent of each other, which does not affect the family."
In this way, there is no question of who is on whose side.
"He has a reliable temperament that people can trust, so I suddenly have the impulse to get married. When I have this feeling, the effect of seeing him once and seeing him is the same."
Chi Xueyan's tone was quite serious: "In this case, why wait? It's better to choose a day than to hit the day. We decided to get the certificate today.
"I hope that marriage is a simple and pure thing. There is no bondage of property between us, and no one is attached to anyone. It is only related to feelings. If we don't love each other in the future, we will simply separate."
"Of course, if you are very opposed and even affect the family relationship, I can also get a divorce certificate again."
Chi Xueyan spread his hands: "Anyway, it's just a certificate, it's not a big deal."
After listening to his son's words, Han Zhenzhen and Chi Zhongyuan looked at each other.
Chi Xueyan, who has been playful since he was a child, always has the ability to persuade them to allow him to do things that are out of the eyes of others. In this regard, the couple often resists and accepts them, and their psychological tolerance is constantly refined.
In this way, flash marriage in one day really doesn't seem to be a big deal.
Because they believe that with their son's character, it is quite possible to file for divorce tomorrow.
When the two frowned and pondered, Aunt Ling came out of the kitchen and served steaming dishes at the right time: "Let's eat."
Chi Xueyan took the initiative to get up and help her with dishes and chopsticks.
Night falls, the light is warm yellow, the dishes on the table are rich, and the room is full of daily quiet atmosphere.
Han Zhenzhen, who had a good initial impression of Heqiao, began to try to accept this matter.
She is most worried about one question now.
Han Zhenzhen took the dishes from Chi Xueyan's bowl with a serious expression: "Yanyan, tell me the truth. Did I let you go on a blind date and annoy you, so I wanted to find someone to deal with?"
If so, she must not agree.
Chi Xueyan said in a normal tone and asked, "Mom, do you think I will marry someone I don't like?"
It was precisely because he didn't want Han Zhenzhen to have such worries that Chi Xueyan wanted to pretend that this marriage was born because of love.
He can't tell his mother the real reason, so he can't let her bear unnecessary self-blame.
Han Zhenzhen stared at her son and shook her head after a long time: "You can't."
After a sigh of relief, she held her cheek and muttered, "It's really love at first sight? It's fast enough, worthy of a young man..."
On the other side, the middle of the pond complained slowly, "I've never seen this kid. How did he get married?"
Compared with Han Zhenzhen, who arranged a blind date, he knew nothing about Heqiao and only glanced at the photo on the marriage certificate.
The stranger became his son's partner in a daze and a future family.
The more Chi Zhongyuan thought about it, the more angry he became. He put down his chopsticks and said angrily, "I think his body is not strong enough. He must be unreliable. I have to train this boy."
Aunt Ling brought a bowl of silver ear soup on time: "Don't be angry and drink some sweet soup."
Half a bowl of soft and sweet silver ear soup was eaten. The sweetheart of the pond, who liked sweets, was quiet for two seconds and immediately found a new problem. He said with a straight face, "We are married, and you haven't taken the initiative to see us. It's impolite and you have to clean up."
Han Zhenzhen couldn't help rolling his eyes: "How long has it been? They have only seen each other, okay?"
Chi Zhongyuan was immersed in anger, increased his tone, and emphasized unforgettablely, "How can the marriage certificate photo be blue!"
Aunt Ling laughed when she heard it, and hurriedly brought a large pot of mung bean soup: "Ice, cool down."
Chi Xueyan blinked at her, and Aunt Ling also blinked back.
Listening to her husband's unreasonable noise, Han Zhenzhen clenched her fists and said angrily, "I told you that your son has red hair and can't take pictures of red background!"
Chi Zhongyuan didn't dare to hit her. He quieted up in an instant and drank mung bean soup. After a while, he honestly said, "I'll go to the company to clean up Lao Li tomorrow."
Han Zhen was really a little angry: "Well, he should clean up."
Chi Zhongyuan added angrily, "Then clean up the boy."
"..." Han Zhenzhen didn't want to pay attention to him. "You are a martial artist!"
Chi Xueyan drank mung bean soup while watching the excitement. She couldn't help but think of the Heqiao, which should also be at home with her parents.
He has passed the customs smoothly. How can He Qiao convince his family?
In the moment of absent-mindedness, the doorbell rang.
Aunt Ling, who almost couldn't hold back her laughter, walked over quickly, looked at the video screen, and held down the call button: "Who is it?"
Through the walkie-talkie, a slightly distorted magnetic male voice spread in the room.
"Hello, I'm He Qiao."
Hearing this unexpected sound, Chi Xueyan was rarely stunned.
This time, the central pity of the pool was choked by the mung bean soup. He blushed and said in a hurry for a moment, "Why didn't you say hello!"
Han Zhenzhen squinted at him and said, "There are so many things to do. Sometimes I want people to come, and sometimes I don't want people to come."
She quickly calmed down, tis up, and got up quietly to the door.
He Qiao on the screen is no different from what she has seen in the photo before, but her hair is a little messy by the wind, and it is faintly sweaty. It seems to have come in a hurry, and a pair of eyes are amazingly bright.
Chi Xueyan came back to her senses and walked quickly to her mother, with interest in her eyes.
Chi Zhongyuan finally stopped coughing, grabbed a golf club, and also strode over.
He Qiao didn't know that there was a family of three and an aunt standing behind the screen. He looked at the suddenly quiet walkie-talkie at the gate outside the yard and added, "I'm sorry that I didn't say hello in advance before I came. I just wanted to send a gift. I don't want to disturb you. I'll leave when I deliver it."
He said sincerely. Aunt Ling and Han Zhenzhen looked at each other, tacitly clicked on the edge of the video screen, and transferred the surveillance outside the gate of the hospital wall.
A large area of dazzling red instantly occupied their vision.
It is the same style as Chi Xueyan's gem blue sports car, but the body is dazzling flame red. At this time, the roof is open, and the co-driver and the back seat are full of blooming roses.
Aunt Ling was shocked: "That's all! How many flowers do you have?"
He Qiao also didn't know that his car and flowers were seen, and explained in a somewhat anxious tone, "I was too hasty to get the certificate in the afternoon. I forgot to buy flowers. There should be flowers, so I bought some flowers and a little gift..."
Looking at the "little" flower on the screen, Chizhong snorted coldly inexplicably: "Lao Tu."
The hand holding the golf club is a little looser.
Han Zhenzhen's eyes became faintly soft. She pressed the door button and asked, "What gift?"
The gate outside the yard slowly opens for cars to enter.
Chi Xueyan opened the door of the house at the same time and looked across the lawn path. The roses at the end of the line of sight were more vivid, and the aroma seemed to linger between the breath.
He Qiao's voice still poured in from the walkie-talkie, honestly answering the questions of the strange female voice.
"It's just a small gift for uncles and aunts."
He turned around and walked to the sports car, took out two beautifully wrapped gift boxes from under the roses, and his voice became a little distant: "There is a bottle of wine that my father has treasured for many years, and a piece of jade with a good water head. My mother said that it had been opened in the temple..."
Chi Zhongyuan likes to drink, and Han Zhenzhen is keen on praying to God and worshiping Buddha.
Aunt Ling joked happily, "Oh, you're quite careful."
Looking at the young man walking in with a gift in his arms, Han Zhenzhen looked back at her husband. Chi Zhongyuan had to turn away and reluctantly hid the golf club behind him.
She whispered to her son, who had never said a word, "Why only give it to the two of us?"
Chi Xueyan smiled softly: "I guess I also have a share."
It seems that he should update his impression of this newlywed partner.
He Qiao, who walked in, greeted the elders respectfully, and Aunt Ling enthusiastically took the gift from him.
When his hand was empty, he took out a small velvet box from his pocket.
Seeing this jewelry box-like thing, Han Zhenzhen finally raised his eyebrows. After a brief greeting, he went to the kitchen to get a bowl and served cold mung bean soup.
Chi Zhongyuan didn't know how to communicate with He Qiao for a moment, so he could only take off the gift box containing famous wine with a stiff expression.
In the gap between the elders, He Qiao put the velvet box in the palm of Chi Xueyan and said sorry, "The time is too short to ask for your advice. I will wear it for the time being, and we will go to customize the style together after the wedding."
Chi Xueyan asked knowingly, "What is this?"
He Qiao looked at him for a moment and leaned slightly closer to his ear. The rich rose aroma stained with the corners of his clothes swept over in an instant, and there was a gentle smile and whisper.
"It's the detail of love."