I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"call--"

Pan Hui came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of oil-splashed noodles and saw her husband holding a cup of tea, blowing on it to keep it warm, and staring intently at something on the tea cabinet.

It was a bouquet of flowers.

When she woke up in the morning, she found it out of nowhere. At first, she thought it was a surprise her husband had prepared for her, but then she realized she was overthinking it.

They are an old married couple.

and.

Having lived most of her life, she knew perfectly well that the man surnamed Fang was not a romantic person at all.

"Time to eat noodles."

Fang Weiguo ignored it. Even though it was just a bunch of artificial flowers, he seemed to be bewitched, enjoying the sight while sipping his tea.

"Didn't you hear me say I'd give you noodles?"

Pan Hui walked over and said, "What's so interesting about this?"

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful."

Fang Weiguo nodded to himself, his gaze still fixed on the bouquet. His infatuated look made Pan Hui frown. Then, she reached out and waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"Possessed by an evil spirit?"

"Snapped."

Fang Weiguo slapped her hand away, saying, "What do you know?"

"I don't understand, and what do you know? It's just a bouquet of flowers, and it's plastic, what's so interesting about it?"

Pan Hui didn't take it seriously.

"Do you know what flower this is?"

Fang Weiguo finally decided to turn his head away.

Pan Hui glanced at the flowers on the tea cabinet. "Roses, daisies, sunflowers?"

"wrong!"

"This is a bouquet!"

"It's used by the newlyweds to convey their blessings at the wedding."

Pan Hui was surprised, then realized what was happening. She glanced at her daughter's closed bedroom door and asked, "Did Qingqing bring this back?"

Fang Weiguo nodded, then became absorbed in the beauty of the flowers once again.

Pan Hui was puzzled.

Is it that pretty?

"Stop looking, let's go eat noodles."

Pan Hui made a move to take the flowers away.

"do not move!"

Fang Weiguo quickly stopped him, muttering incoherently, "Don't move."

Pan Hui was even more puzzled, "Old Fang, are you really possessed?"

Fang Weiguo ignored him, "Do you know what the meaning of a bouquet of flowers is?"

"I don't know. Isn't this something popular among young people?"

In their time, people didn't care about these things. A meal together as a family was enough to complete the ceremony.

"The person who receives the bouquet will inherit the good fortune of the newlyweds and will soon find their own happiness."

Pan Hui became increasingly confused, her face full of bewilderment. "So what?"

"So our daughter is settled."

Pan Hui was stunned.

"Just because of a bouquet of flowers?"

"I think you're crazy!"

They didn't attend Tie Jun's wedding yesterday either, so why are they getting into this?

Fang Weiguo shook his head, looking like he was talking to a brick wall, and then placed the teacup on the counter.

"I'm going to show you something. Try to control your emotions and don't get excited."

Pan Hui frowned. "What is it?"

Fang Weiguo took his phone out of his pocket, fiddled with it for a bit, and then handed it to his wife.

Pan Hui took it with a puzzled look, and upon closer inspection, she discovered it was a video recording.

"Is this Tie Jun's wedding?"

"Look."

Fang Weiguo gestured for her to continue watching.

Although the elderly couple did not go to the scene, it doesn't mean they didn't know what happened. In the information age, secrets can no longer be kept.

"Wasn't this bouquet for Jiang Chen?"

As the video played, Pan Hui gradually calmed down, her eyes rippled, and her expression changed constantly. The video wasn't long, only three or four minutes in total. After all, yesterday's wedding ceremony only lasted about ten minutes, and the three or four-minute video captured the essence of the ceremony.

That's at least true for the elderly couple.

As if infected by an invisible germ, Pan Hui stood there, stunned, holding her phone whose screen was frozen at the end of the video.

Fang Weiguo put his phone away, picked up his teacup again, and took another leisurely sip.

"Ugh--"

He let out a long breath.

"What's happening here?"

What did you say happened?

Pan Hui hesitated, "Two children, what is this...?"

Fang Weiguo remained silent, gazing at the ever-blooming artificial flowers with an inscrutable expression.

"No! I have to go ask her."

Pan Hui turned around to wake her daughter. She didn't understand the trend that was sweeping through the young people's lives, but how could she not feel the ambiguity of the "passing the parcel" game in the video that was almost overflowing from the screen?
"Nonsense!"

Fang Weiguo quickly stopped her, "What do you want to ask?"

"What do you think? What's going on between her and Jiang Chen? How did things come to this..."

"Are you crazy? How can you ask such a question? How are you expecting our daughter to answer?"

"What? How should I answer? Answer honestly. Jiang Chen has a girlfriend."

Putting everything else aside, let's just talk about the video from earlier.

If the newlyweds weren't included in the photo, people might mistake her daughter and Jiang Chen for the bride and groom.

Without mental preparation, Pan Hui found it quite difficult to accept at first.

Before, didn't the two children treat each other with respect?

"It's precisely because Jiang Chen has a girlfriend that you absolutely cannot ask!"

Pan Hui paused, staring directly at her husband. "You mean, you want Qingqing to be a mistress?"

"Nonsense!"

Fang Weiguo, his face grim, rebuked, "What mistress? Where did this mistress come from?"

Pan Hui hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Qingqing and Jiang Chen grew up together since they were little. In terms of the foundation of their relationship, no one can surpass them. And in terms of who came first, no one came before Qingqing!"

Fang Weiguo snorted coldly, "I know what my daughter is thinking, and you know it too. She used to be cowardly, afraid to face things, afraid to fight for what she wanted. As her parents, we could only worry helplessly. But now, she has finally come to her senses, and we, as her parents, should fully support her!"

"But……"

"But what?"

Fang Weiguo stared at his wife with a solemn and dignified expression.

"I only have one question for you: if the two children continue as they are, they are destined to become the most familiar strangers in the future. You know your own daughter well. What do you think Qingqing's life will be like? Will she be able to let go of this for the rest of her life?"

Pan Hui's eyes trembled, but she remained silent.

"The result doesn't matter. You saw the video too. How long has it been since you've seen that smile on Qingqing's face?"

Fang Weiguo took a deep breath.

"Life is a journey, and I just hope that Qingqing can have more happiness in this journey."

Pan Hui remained silent.

"What are you doing?"

The closed bedroom door opened.

Fang Qing stood at the door, looking at her parents with a puzzled expression.

"Haha, we were just wondering whether to call you for noodles, why are you up so early?"

Fang Weiguo turned his head, his acting skills were commendable.

"Oh, I'm going to brush my teeth."

How to describe it.

As parents, Fang Weiguo and Pan Hui both clearly felt it.

Even without makeup, and looking like she had just woken up, my daughter was clearly more radiant than yesterday.

The couple looked at each other.

"Don't touch my flowers."

Fang Qing took a step, then turned back to remind her.

There is no way for women to stay in college.

"Plastic flowers can't be in the living room, take them to your room."

Pan Hui said with mixed feelings. (End of this chapter)