On New Year's Eve, the two went to the cemetery together.

The last time came here in a hurry, this time Song Yuran deliberately dressed up, but her clothes were plain, and she felt a bit embarrassed when an ugly daughter-in-law sees her parents-in-law.

I also specially bought two bouquets of flowers. When came to the cemetery, Xu was preparing for the New Year's Eve reunion tonight. Looking around the entire cemetery, there were no people who came to visit the grave.

The owner of the small shop at the door is lying on the rocking chair and dozing off, while the old radio is playing the New Year's golden song that must be sung in the streets and alleys every Spring Festival.

While waiting for the cable car to come down, they chatted with the security guard and learned that the cemetery had informed the staff to go home for a reunion in the afternoon, and they would not go to work until after the first day of the year.

Song Yuran smiled, "It seems we picked the right time."

After going up the mountain, Song Yuran, who came for the second time, could only vaguely remember the location, not which tombstone it was.

"Wait." She stopped Huo Qingzhi, raised her hands to her temples, and made a gesture of "failing", "Let me think about which row our mother is in."

The tombstones in the cemetery are the same except that the words and photos on them are different. Looking at the mountains, it looks like copying and pasting. Each row is the same spacing. It is not easy to remember the exact location only once or twice..

"Do you still remember this?" Huo Qingzhi said with a smile.

Song Yuran stood there, looking at the identical tombstones in front of her, thinking for a while, relying on her sixth sense, she grabbed Huo Qingzhi's hand and walked up a dozen steps, and finally stopped in one of the rows.

"I think it's this row!"

Huo Qingzhi didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows, motioning for her to continue the performance.

The two walked inside one after the other. Song Yuran tilted her head and scanned the photos on the tombstone. After walking nearly halfway, she stopped.

She turned her head to look at Huo Qingzhi with a slightly smug expression: "Look, are these two our mothers?"

Song Yuran was so keen that Huo Qingzhi couldn't help being curious, "How do you know you're in this row?"

There are too many tombstones here, and they are all there in a flash. Huo Qingzhi had to be guided by the staff the first two times when he came here, and finally he found a special memory method by himself.

"I wasn't sure." Song Yuran's face was about to overflow with pride, and he pointed in the direction he was walking and said, "I saw that tree just now, and there was a red cloth tied to it, so it seemed to be here.Somehow, I have a feeling with our mother!"

Huo Qingzhi followed her gaze, and there was indeed a tree planted at the end, which happened to be facing the direction of this row. This was also the sign that Huo Qingzhi first recognized the way.

Song Yuran placed two bouquets of flowers in front of the tomb. It had been a while since the last time came here. The tombstone was covered with a layer of dust, and the cinnabar in the font grooves on it had also faded a lot due to time. Some of them could already be seenCinnabar under the background color.

There are still leaves that have been blown up by the wind on the ground, giving people a sense of depression.

Huo Qingzhi noticed a light green mark above the tombstone, which was the product of mischievous birds, which is not surprising in an open-air cemetery.

After all, it was excreted product, so it was somewhat disgusting, she frowned, and took out a pack of handkerchiefs.

Just as she was about to wipe it, Song Yuran also noticed it. She touched her pocket, took out the wet wipe first, and squatted down/body to wipe it carefully.

Somewhat disgusted, she suppressed the discomfort and wiped off the dirt on it vigorously.

Wet towels are obviously better than dry paper towels, and they wiped off the dried marks in two strokes. Then the frown was released, and a satisfied smile appeared, and Huo Qingzhi was looking at her when he turned his head.

A particularly gentle smile appeared on his face.

Seeing this smile, Song Yuran's face became very soft unconsciously. She touched the place that was touched by dirty things just now, "Look at whether I wipe it clean or not, it can reflect light!"

Huo Qingzhi also praised her very much.

Song Yuran noticed that the tombstone was dirtier than it looked to the naked eye, and the paper towel immediately turned gray after wiping it. She thought about it and said, "Let's clean this place."

The idea was answered, Song Yuran immediately got excited, and volunteered to get water from the car. She remembered that there was a spare towel in the storage compartment.

She took the cleaning things from the car, and when she passed by the canteen, she turned her head to look at the shelves in the canteen, paused for a second, turned around, and walked towards the canteen.

The snoozing boss has woken up and is on the phone. It sounds like his family has told him to close the stall and go home for dinner.

She bought a jar of cinnabar paint and a pen in the store, and after paying the bill, she continued to walk forward with her things.

After walking for tens of meters, she stopped suddenly and turned to look at the canteen. The boss was about to close and was holding the hook to pull down the shutter door.

She hesitated, trotted back, and bought more incense and a lighter, and two small incense burners by the way.

Carrying a big bag of things up the mountain, Huo Qingzhi was a little surprised when he saw her taking everything out of the bag.

"How did you buy so much?"

Song Yuran was holding a brush in her hand, a fine brush like watercolor. She used the pen to scan the grooves of the characters on the tombstone, and said, "I think some of the characters have faded, so I'll make it look better."

"Then you have to wipe off the original color in the groove and repaint it." Huo Qingzhi paused, "Wiping with clean water is a bit time-consuming."

"It's okay, I'll wipe it." Song Yuran did it as soon as he said it, took out a wet towel and soaked it with a little more water, and pressed it against it with his fingers, carefully rubbing the cinnabar in the groove.

It takes a bit of effort to wipe with clean water, and the color will come off after a lot of force. After only two words are wiped, the fingertips are painful.

"Come over next time and make it up." Seeing her hard work, Huo Qing couldn't bear it, and said, "There is a cleaner at home."

"It's all here." Song Yuran was very persistent at certain times, changed his finger, and continued: "Tomorrow is the new year, wash it up so that our mother can also have a beautiful new year."

Seeing that the persuasion was futile, Huo Qingzhi gave up, picked up the fallen leaves on the ground, put them in a bag, poured water on a towel and wrung them until they were half dry, and wiped the tombstone.

"Is this color replenished once a year?"

Huo Qingzhi replied, "The staff will help with it, but I still want to do it myself."

"Oh." Song Yu responded, and said along the way: "From then on, I will contract the work of color replenishment every year."

Huo Qingzhi's hand paused, and he turned to look at her, only to see that the man was trying his best to carefully wipe off the cinnabar residue in the groove. After working for so long, half of the words could not be wiped, and the forehead could already be seenSlight sweat.

But there was no impatience on his face, as if he was treating a precious item, every word was wiped religiously.

The words are spoken smoothly, but the subtext is that they will always be together after expressing.

Huo Qingzhi bent his lips and smiled: "Okay."

Song Yuran spent more than half an hour, with the help of Huo Qingzhi, scrubbing all the cinnabar in the groove, and her fingertips were sore, but she didn't feel hard at all, and took the pen to fill the groove with cinnabar carefully.wall.

After finishing the work, he took the censer and dug two handfuls of soil under the tree to fill it in.

The cemeteries in big cities pay attention to environmental protection, and the stoves are sealed during non-uniform tomb-sweeping hours to avoid fires caused by burning paper, so she only bought incense, which is convenient to clean up after use.

Song Yuran's parents divorced when she was very young, and later the two formed their own families, and she lived with her grandmother, who passed away two years ago.

In Song Yuran's memory, worshiping relatives is always accompanied by the smell of burning incense.

Smelling the scent of incense sticks again, Song Yuran thought of grandma, and Huo Qingzhi's heartache over the past few years. He couldn't control his emotions, so he burst into tears.

"You really love to cry." Huo Qingzhi hugged her, touched her head, and his eye circles turned red.

"I'm a crybaby." Song Yuran squeezed her lips tightly, trying to hold back her tears, but she couldn't hold back, the tears could only swirl in her eyes, "Would you dislike me?"

As the sun goes down in the evening, the sky is filled with fiery clouds, one layer of white and one layer of orange red, layer upon layer dyeing the sky into a beautiful gradient.

They were high up in the entire cemetery, the sky became the background board, and Huo Qingzhi stared at each other's faces.

Her lips moved, and she said, "I will love you."

Song Yuran's eyes were cloudy from crying, and there was light in an instant. Who could resist the confession of living under the romantic sky.

Her expression froze for a moment, she grabbed the corner of Huo Qingzhi's clothes and said, "This is the first time you have expressed love to me."

Huo Qingzhi lowered his head slightly, put his forehead against hers, looked into her eyes, and said again: "Well, I love you."

Song Yuran blushed. She even felt that the other party would agree to propose to Huo Qingzhi at this moment, but she hadn't prepared the proposal ring yet.

She blinked her eyes, and wanted to say something, when Huo Qingzhi said: "Our house should be the one near Yushu's house."

In the past few days, they looked at several houses one after another. Perhaps they were very satisfied with the first house, and raised their expectations for the follow-up. The more they looked at it, the more they felt that it was not as good as the first house.

"Okay." Song Yu lowered her head, nestled into Huo Qingzhi's arms, and said softly, "We want a home, you and me, our home."

When the incense burnt out, the burning clouds faded, and the sky was getting dark, the two went down the mountain.

The evening event was to go to the bar for the New Year's Eve, and Song Yuran was looking forward to Huo Qingzhi's band performance.

The bar didn't open until eight o'clock in the evening in order to arrange the scene of the New Year's Eve event. They arrived at the bar early, and when they got out of the car, they saw two festive limited red lanterns hanging at the door.

The security guard at the door was wearing a Christmas hat that was out of date but not inappropriate, and it was booming. In addition, don’t know which store on the street is showing "Gong Xi Fa Cai", which is full of New Year flavor.

As soon as they entered the door, Shen Yushu, who was in the booth, saw them at a glance and waved.

"Your decoration is quite old-fashioned." Song Yuran joked as soon as she sat down. She looked at the balloon ribbons stuck to the wall and ceiling, and said with a smile, "If you don't know, you might think someone is asking you to marry me."

"Who begs?" Shen Yushu also smiled: "You?"

Song Yuran, who didn't prepare a wedding gift, was very guilty, coughed dryly, and consciously skipped this topic.

In addition to acquaintances, there were band members and mutual friends on the table. This was the first time Song Yuran met them face to face. After a brief introduction, they started chatting.

Before, Song Yuran would probably be stage fright when facing a table of people, but now he can easily chat and laugh with them.

This is due to the work of dealing with many co-leaders. have learned to talk to people and talk to ghosts.

The back kitchen restaurant quickly served the hot meals, and the whole table had a lively New Year's Eve dinner. Everyone had a good time, even if they were going to go on stage later, they had a drink.

Somehow, the topic of the chat turned to work. Most of the people here have online shopping. Hearing that Song Yuran works at Pintao.com, and also hosts on the same stage with celebrities, and even has close contact with various celebrities, they sigh with envy.

Under a lot of compliments, she was asked about the opportunity to change jobs and get a job. She glanced at the people beside her, showed a very embarrassed smile, and said, "Only by earning more money can I buy more expensive bags for my girlfriend."

The people present thought that Song Yuran would talk a lot, such as having his own ideals and ambitions, pursuing dreams, etc., but they didn't expect such an answer.

Very realistic, but so acidic that the walls of the hostages were torn apart.

After dinner, it was almost time for business. Huo Qingzhi followed the members into the backstage to prepare for the run-in before the performance.

The show starts at 10 o'clock and lasts until the countdown to 0 o'clock.

Song Yuran watched the previous show indifferently, and she kept thinking about the last band performance.

I also learned in the chat with my friends why she was wearing a mask when I saw Huo Qingzhi performing in a bar for the first time.The suitor, criticizing madly to the point of interfering with work, simply wore a mask to cover his face.

"Then you should wear a mask!" Song Yuran said, "It's better to wear a sack, and don't show a single strand of hair."

Su Yiqiao teased her: "You are so possessive."

While chatting, the flower sellers who wandered around the shops entered the bar, which happened to be the interactive part of the game in the middle of the game, and they started business from table to table.

Business was particularly good during the New Year. Song Yuran noticed that the man asked a few tables, and bought almost all of the tables with the opposite sex, and immediately gave them to the other party to show his love.

Walking to their table, Su Yiqiao pushed her arm up, "Aren't you going to buy one?"

Song Yuran waved his hand to politely reject the flower seller, and instead said, "If I want to give it, I will give it a big bunch."

"Don't brag."

Really excited by the method, Song immediately went out and went straight to the flower shop on the street.

When she came out with a bouquet of roses, she was in pain. The roses on New Year's Eve were too expensive, and they were cut off as leeks.

Just about to put the flowers in the car, and give Huo Qingzhi a surprise when it's over, but when she walked to the door of the bar, she heard the sound of musical instruments from inside.

Thinking that the band performance had started, no matter what happened, rushed in with flowers in arms.

It was only when went in that realized that it was not. In the end, could only bear the eyes of passers-by and carried the flowers to the booth.

He soon received teasing and ambiguous looks from the people present.

After watching the finale performance, it was finally the turn of the last band to perform. When they heard the host's announcement, the audience whistled excitedly.

Huo Qing was still wearing a mask on the stage, the drum set was placed behind the stage, and the lights were turned off, making her already covered face even more unreal, but this did not affect her high popularity.

Hearing someone call 'rachel' to cheer for her, Song Yuran felt a little complacent in her heart, a sense of pride that the treasure was only enjoyed by herself.

Rachel still played the drums silently and powerfully following the rhythm. In Song Yuran's eyes, she was the only one in this world and no one else could be seen.

In the end, there was a drum solo, and the chasing light hit Huo Qingzhi's body. At this moment, she seemed to be the king of the stage, and every movement was so free and handsome, which made Song Yuran come back with only the skin of fans.

When the drum solo was over, she couldn't hold back anymore, she stood up and shouted along with those people: "Ah, ah, I want to give you a baby! Wife, I love you!"

Her voice was mixed with countless people's voices, but Huo Qingzhi seemed to be able to accurately capture her voice from among them. The person who had been bowing his head suddenly raised his head and looked in her direction.

Even though she was wearing a mask, Song Yuran was sure that the other party must be laughing at her, her face flushed, and she sat down immediately, her head shrinking like a quail.

Su Yiqiao who was beside her gave her an arm push, and raised her chin: "Are you sending your flowers yet?"

"Ah?" Song Yu was stunned for a moment, "Are you talking about now?" She looked at the stage again, and said hesitantly, "This is not good, I won't be kicked out, will I?"

"..." Su Yiqiao was a little speechless, "Have you heard these people calling out one wife after another? You haven't declared your sovereignty yet."

Excited by the title 'wife', Song Yuran immediately stood up, "Yes! I can only call you wife! I am the real wife!"

The result of the brain fever was that he rushed to the stage with a bunch of flowers in his arms, but he didn't stop his footsteps, and rushed to the front of Shen Yushu.

When performing in a band, the person who sends flowers is usually the lead singer, and these audiences are no strangers to it.

Staring at the eyes of the people present, Song Yuran made an embarrassing 'uh', looked at Shen Yushu and hesitated, and said, "Can you let me go?"

The people present expressed surprise and were very interested in who she sent flowers to. Except for the drum set, all the band members had families, and Rachel, who played the drum set, never accepted flowers or gifts.

Unexpectedly, this hard stubble would really dare to bump into Rachel.

It was the first time to send flowers to his girlfriend in such a crowded place, Song Yuran was so nervous that he was almost at the same level, he finally walked in front of him, handed the flowers over stiffly, and forgot to speak for a moment.

A fan at the bottom jokingly shouted: "Wife! Don't accept it!"

Hearing someone call her girlfriend 'wife' again, Song Yuran became jealous, and she said dissatisfiedly, "How many good wives do you have!"

This question made the people present speak out. It was the first time saw a fan send flowers so confidently. It seemed that was about to hit a wall.

The band members also looked like they were watching a show while eating melons.

Rachel put down the drumstick in her hand, reached out to take the flower in her hand, and said, "You are the only one."

"???"

The people present were boiling, and in the next second, things developed completely beyond their expectations.

Rachel pulled off the semi-permanent mask on her face, reached out to hook her neck, raised her head, and kissed her lips very clearly under the light.

Song Yuran was also stunned by a sudden kiss. The kiss was fleeting. Huo Qingzhi picked up the microphone next to him and said, "Please don't call me wife in the future, my girlfriend will be jealous."

Someone in the audience yelled "Proposal", and the crowd also booed, and it was no big deal to watch the excitement, shouting: "Propose! Propose!"

Song Yuran was almost lost in the proposals, and her emotions had changed from shyness to embarrassment. Today, she seemed to be on the verge of a marriage proposal, but she didn't prepare a ring. How could she propose empty-handed!

As if seeing her embarrassment, Huo Qingzhi blinked at her, got up quickly, held flowers in one hand, and led her in the other, and trotted away from the bar under the eyes of everyone.

The melon owner's departure did not mean the carnival was over. Shen Yushu immediately came out to control the field, and the atmosphere in the bar quickly reached its peak again.

When the two got into the car, Huo Qingzhi said, "Let's go watch the sunrise!"

There is a mountain near here. Everyone knows the Peak Park, but few people know that there is a place for rest on the mountainside. The night view seen is the same as that on the top of the mountain.

Finding a flat rock and sitting down, Song Yuran wrapped her coat tightly, "Why do you suddenly want to watch the sunrise?"

"Aren't we always on a whim?" Huo Qingzhi smiled, "It's about looking at the house, and it's also about deciding to buy a house."

"Yes." Song Yuran smiled, "But as far as the result is concerned, we will have our own house soon, and we will be able to see the New Year's sunrise, so romantic."

As soon as the words fell, the fireworks exploded in the distant sky, and the fireworks on the top of the mountain also exploded. The fireworks lit up the night sky one after another.

You don't need to look at the time to know that it is fireworks at midnight.

"Happy New Year!" Song Yuran said, "We will spend every New Year together in the future."

Huo Qingzhi stretched out his hand, palm facing up, and said, "Give me your hand."

Song Yuran didn't think much, stretched out his hand, and put the back of his hand on top of that hand.

Suddenly, she felt a cold metallic sensation passing through her fingers.

Song Yuran lowered her head, the gorgeous fireworks that exploded made the sky briefly white, and she saw the diamond ring shining between her ring finger.

She opened her eyes wide, stunned by the huge surprise, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Huo Qingzhi clasped her hand normally, and his fingers passed through hers.

"It wasn't a whim."

She turned her head to look at Song Yuran, tightened her fingers and clasped them tightly with hers.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you and watch every dawn."

"are you ready?"

Song Yuran nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice, she was so excited that she was incoherent, she simply hugged Huo Qingzhi and gave her a strong New Year's kiss.

There is only one marriage proposal in life, there is no romantic kneeling ceremony, and there is no solemn "will you marry me?".

It's just a very ordinary chat, talking about when to get the marriage certificate, when to hold the wedding, how to decorate the new house, where to go for the honeymoon.

It's like a lover who has lived for a long time, the passion has returned to calm, and the love is still undiminished.

They will also fulfill their vows and go hand in hand every day in the future. There are years to look back and grow old together with affection.

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