After putting on the bow tie, Yan Jiayu lowered her head to help him put on the cufflinks.

Their cufflinks are a pair of gemstone cufflinks of the same color, with their own pattern on the inside. His pair is a small goldfish, Yan Jiayu's is a pearl, which is related to their two names, and the goldfish vomits. The bubbles look like pearls in the water.

After they were all put on, the two of them looked at the full-body floor-to-ceiling mirror at the same time.

Qin Mingzhu remembered when he was nine years old, when they were both very young, he never thought that one day he would get engaged to the person next to him. Thinking back carefully, the beginning of the story may have something to do with the sandalwood fan.

The first time he saw Yan Jiayu, he gave him a sandalwood fan with a mandarin duck pattern.

Afterwards, my grandmother said to him that he shouldn't have given a fan to someone for the first time he met, but it was a mandarin duck fan.

But he has his own reason, "I like that brother, and of course I want to give him my favorite things."

The grandmother laughed and nodded his nose, "I just met once and said I liked it? They didn't say a few words to you today, what if he doesn't like you?"

Xiao Qin Mingzhu nestled beside his grandmother, holding a washed peach in his hand. He took a bite and said vaguely, "No, everyone likes me."

At that time, he didn't know that fans in ancient times were used as love objects, and he didn't know that fans also have the meaning of courtship in today's world, fans, fans.

But he and Yan Jiayu can't have children.

Thinking of this, Qin Mingzhu turned her face, "Brother Jiayu, is the fan I gave you when I was a child still there?"

"exist."

"I want to get married and take it out and put it on the booth, what do you think?"

Yan Jiayu was still staring at the floor-to-ceiling mirror, as if she wanted to imprint them firmly in her eyes. For Qin Mingzhu's idea, he agreed immediately, and after a while, he also took the initiative to mention one thing, "Mingzhu, after the engagement is over, do you have any plans to go out to play?"

go out to play?

where to go?

Qin Mingzhu suddenly thought of the island Yan Jiayu had given him.

On that island, he spent his happiest twenty-second birthday. At that time, there were only the two of them on the island. He could see Yan Jiayu every day when he opened his eyes. Sometimes if he woke up earlier than Yan Jiayu, he would deliberately use the goose feather on the quill pen to sweep Yan Jiayu's face.

When he woke up, he jumped off the bed with a smile and fled.

Sometimes the speed of escaping is slow, and it will be caught by the arm like iron pincers. Yan Jiayu, who was woken up in the early morning, seemed to have not put on her gentle coat, so she would kiss him hard and grab his ankle and stroke it.

He spent a carefree time there, and in his heart, that was the place where he and Yan Jiayu had their first encounter. And it was also there that Yan Jiayu revealed her thoughts to him for the first time.

"Yes." Qin Mingzhu reported the name of the island, "Is it under your name now?"

Yan Jiayu frowned and thought for a moment, "It should be there. I remember that there is an island under my name, but I don't remember the name very well. Where did we go in the previous life?"

He was too smart to guess something at once,

"You gave me the 22nd birthday there." Speaking of which, Qin Mingzhu leaned close to Yan Jiayu's ear. His eyes turned slightly, and all the warm breath he exhaled fell on the earlobe of the other party, "It's also there, we..."

He spoke the next few words very lightly. After speaking, he stood up straight, as if he had said nothing, and lowered his head to straighten his sleeves.

There seemed to be the helpless low laughter of the people beside him above his head, and at the same time, Mrs. Su's urging sound came from outside.

"Mingzhu, Jiayu, haven't you changed yet?"

The joke was over for a while, Qin Mingzhu responded, and Yan Jiayu sorted out each other's clothes, and then went out of the room.

As soon as he left the room, he saw that Mrs. Su's eyes were red, almost instantly. She raised her hand to cover her lips, and inhaled repeatedly.

"Mom." Qin Mingzhu couldn't help calling Mrs. Su.

He rarely saw Mrs. Su's eyes redden, even when she was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer. At that time, he was more broken down than Mrs. Su, saying that it must be a misdiagnosis, and he would take Mrs. Su to go abroad to check again.

Mrs. Su was very calm and held his hand, "I have already checked it abroad, the same result. I didn't want to tell you before, I just didn't want to see you cry. Well, how old are you, and you're still crying in front of your mother, Your father is going to laugh at you."

"Mom, I..."

"Mingzhu, don't cry, my mother has something to tell you. After your grandmother and your grandfather are gone, I can't worry about you and your father. When I leave, your father will only be left with you, you promise mother , Do you want to stay with your father, okay? Don't be too sad, just think about your mother occasionally, because your father is also sad, you have to be strong in front of your father."

Qin Mingzhu's eyes were inherited from Mrs. Su, and she was exceptionally beautiful. When she cried, her tears fell one by one like pearls.

Mrs. Su endured the pain and smiled softly at her son, "Mom is fine, don't be sad."

When Qin Mingzhu called her mother, Mrs. Su's eyes were even redder, and she was about to hold back her tears. She turned her head and buried her face in her husband's shoulder. Qin's father took the opportunity to embrace his wife's shoulder and comforted him: "Today my son is dressed so handsomely, why are you sad?"

Qin Mingzhu and Yan Jiayu's engagement dresses are solid white suits, like snow and cream, and the Windsor knot is extravagant and elegant but not exaggerated. The lines of the engagement dresses tailored according to the size completely fit the body. The waistcoat of the same color is pinched out of the waist. Wearing slender trousers, no one will think they are unworthy.

Mrs. Su wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and lightly hit Father Qin's arm with anger and anger, "Where is the sadness? I'm happy. Happy Pearl has grown so big in the blink of an eye."