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46.Chapter 46
There is always a gap between people. This fact is something that An Wuhao knew when he was not sensible.
He remembered that in the year he was in junior high school, in the ordinary elementary school he was studying, two classmates who met every day had very good grades.
How good is it that you can go to the best school in the city.
At that time, the school's sensation was no less than the provincial champion in the college entrance examination.
The parents of the classmates also had a party, and An Wuhao also attended as a classmate.
When he arrived at his classmate’s house, he saw the atmosphere full of self-confidence, the intimacy between classmates and parents...
That was the first time An Wuhao felt envied and powerless, and a feeling of longing and inferiority arose in his heart.
He faintly recalled his childhood, opened the cabinet, took out flour, baking powder, sugar, etc. from the cabinet, preparing to make a chiffon cake.
Aunt Zhang cleaned up the mess left, and said to him: "It's fine, you tell Mr. Huo, Auntie is back."
An Wuhao said hurriedly: "Okay, Aunt Zhang is careful on the way."
He pretended to be sorting things, instead of secretly preparing to make a cake.
After Aunt Zhang left, An Wuhao followed the steps he had memorized, beating eggs, sorting eggs, sifting flour...
Take it step by step, super earnest and super careful.
Unconsciously, a thin layer of sweat oozes from the tip of his nose.
An Wuhao didn't realize this, and continued to stare at the work in his hands.
One hour passed in this way.
Huo Yunchuan hadn't seen An Wuhao come in for a nap for a long time, and wondered if the other party was scared by himself just now?
He frowned ashamed and unjustly: "..." As a healthy young man, it is normal for him to react to the person he likes.
The other party is also a man, so he can understand it even if he doesn't support it.
However, President Huo twitched the corners of his mouth when he thought of the innocence of Anhui, always feeling that he would be understood.
"Why don't you take a nap today?"
An Wuhao suddenly heard a voice, it was Mr. Huo coming.
Fortunately, he has put the cake in the oven.
"Well, I'm not sleepy." An Wuhao pointed to the oven in front of him and said, "Aunt Zhang baked it. You can eat it when time is up..."
Huo Yunchuan had a very good impression of An Wuhao's character, and he did not believe that the other party would lie.
"Don't eat too much cake." He ordered without doubt.
An Wuhao nodded and smiled at him.
Huo Yunchuan quickly moved his hands that always reveal his emotions to his back: "You slept late last night. It's better to go to bed."
Hearing Mr. Huo's suggestion, An Wuming glanced at the oven and had to bake it for more than 30 minutes.
With little abacus in his stomach, he nodded towards Huo Yunchuan: "Okay, let's sleep for half an hour."
President Huo focused all his attention on the word ‘we’, and was completely pleased.
He looked at the little angel with fiery eyes, nodded and agreed: "Yes."
Then turned around and made the bed.
However, Anwu was full of cakes, thinking that he could not miss the time.
He adjusted the alarm clock carefully before he dared to lie down.
Behind it is the warm chest of Mr. Huo. Since he was confessed in person, it finally made people think about it...
An Wuhao closed his eyes, and a tall, sturdy figure with perfect lines appeared in his mind.
He involuntarily moved forward a little bit, and subconsciously controlled his breathing by the way.
Huo Yunchuan would never know that the pure little angel was imagining him just half of his arm away.
After half an hour, An Wuhao's adjusted alarm rang.
He got up, rubbed his sleepy face, got out of bed to see his work.
Huo Yunchuan raised his eyes, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of sleep.
He thought that safe and sound had gone to the bathroom.
I am nervous about whether the cake will take shape. Put on anti-scald gloves, open the oven and take the cake out.
"..." He smelled a strong fragrance and smiled.
An Wuhang couldn't wait to break a piece with his hand and put it in his mouth.
He tasted it slowly, his expression transitioning from calm and contemplative to a satisfied smile.
In fact, the cake is not delicious, at least not as delicious as the ordinary cake shop.
However, An Wuhao feels that his cake is not without merit.
And after he tasted it, he automatically distinguished the shortcomings in his mind, and he knew how to improve next time.
"This is probably the gift God gave me..." An Wuhao murmured, patted the crumbs.
He returned to the bed with a calm expression, with light hands and feet, hugged Huo Yunchuan and put him on the arm beside him, sleeping.
"..." Huo, who was pretending to be asleep, didn't dare to come out, only dare to gently rub the top of the little angel's hair with his chin.
Sunday was so depraved, and soon it was Monday.
An Wuhao sat on the bed awake, and suddenly rubbed his stuffy chest: "I feel a little vomiting."
Huo Yunchuan threw down his half-worn clothes and took out a bucket from the house.
He told An Wushu to vomit here: "No need to go to the bathroom."
Just sit on the bed and throw up comfortably.
But how can nausea and nausea feel comfortable, let alone get up in the morning, the stomach is empty.
It's hardest when there is nothing to vomit.
An Wuhao's entire face was distorted into an ugly look, but he remained silent all the time.
He grabbed the rim of the barrel with his thin white fingers, lowered his head and aimed his mouth at the barrel mouth...
Huo Yunchuan squatted aside to guard him, his tight eyebrows tied into a knot.
He couldn't do anything except to soothe his unharmed back with the palm of his hand.
Two are boring gourds, one is not used to complaining, and the other is not good at comforting.
Except for the occasional sound of vomiting, the bedroom can only be quiet.
Ten minutes later, the pale boy raised his head, asking for water and a tissue.
Huo Yunchuan delivered these things as soon as possible, then twisted the hot towel, brought out tools for brushing his teeth, and so on.
An Wuhao knew that he was suffering from low blood pressure, so he accepted the other's kindness: "Thank you."
The voice he had just vomited was hoarse and a little weak.
"Why do you want to say thank you to me?" Huo Yunchuan said: "Don't say it anymore."
He was not so happy.
Regarding this matter, the young boy who felt he could do anything nodded, and finally completed the washing step with a bit of discomfort.
Then he lay back on the bed and rested with the quilt in his arms.
Huo Yunchuan's heart was clenched, and he got up and went to the kitchen to heat the porridge.
There was a phone call from the company, and he answered, "I am very busy now, and I don't want to find me if it is not urgent."
Everyone who called him could hear that the president was in a bad mood.
Fortunately, got up healthy and ate, and spirit slowly improved.
He even grabbed the bowl in Huo Yunchuan's hand, did it himself, and gobbled it up.
"I just vomited badly, and my stomach was very hungry." An Wuhao found that Mr. Huo was looking at him intently, and smiled embarrassedly.
Then continue to feed yourself at this speed.
Huo Yunchuan looked at An Wuhao almost blankly. If he hadn't experienced it personally, how could he believe that someone in this world could put you in hell with an expression, and then an expression would make you go straight to heaven.
He took the bowl that An Wuhao had eaten and put it on the table next to it.
Then open his arms and hug each other tightly...
But Anwu just ate and was immersed in the satisfaction of being full.
In such a beautiful atmosphere, he lightly hiccups: "Hiccup..."
After President Huo was stunned, he hugged the little angel and laughed lowly.
After realizing that he was hiccuping, An Wuhao also smiled: "I'm sorry."
Fortunately, what just ate was corn lean meat porridge, which didn't have a heavy taste!
"It's okay." Huo Yunchuan smiled on his lips, got up in a comfortable mood to wash the dishes, and behaved for the little angel.
Annoyed, he got up and combed his hair and changed clothes.
Today, he is going to get a marriage certificate. He opened the closet and planned to choose a nice outfit.
I have already inquired clearly before, and have to wear a white shirt when taking a group photo, so chose a white shirt.
An Wuhao took out one of his few shirts and touched the fine fabric with his fingers, his expression hesitating.
He was silent for a few seconds before ironing the clothes.
Huo Yunchuan usually wears white shirts, all in the closet.
He chose a dozen or so seconds in it, and chose a shirt of the same series as the little angel.
Aunt Zhang is hot on the clothes she wears every day.
Now you can take it out once and wear it.
An Wuhao changed his clothes and touched his hair: "Mr. Huo, I want to get a haircut..."
He felt that his hair was a bit long and he didn't look very energetic.
Huo Yunchuan frowned slightly: "We are about to get a marriage certificate. Do you think you should change your name?"
Mr. Huo is always long and Mr. Huo is short, which seems to be more productive.
"Yes." An Wuhao thought the same thing before, but after he got used to shouting, he never changed his words: "But..." He suddenly muttered, "Do you want to charge for the change?"
Huo Yunchuan: "Ah..."
His stern old face flushed, and blood rushed into his heart.
"Hmm..." The man over thirty, tremblingly responded vaguely, "I will give it to you."
An Wuhao waved his hand and said, "I'm joking, how could I ask you for a red envelope."
Even if Mr. Huo didn't mind, he wouldn't be embarrassed to accept it.
This is the itinerary after going out. First, take An Wuhao to the store and cut a stylish and beautiful hair.
Huo Yunchuan found that no matter what hairstyle his little angel cuts, he has a trace of surly.
He curled his lips and smiled and continued to read the newspaper in his hand.
After the cut, An Wuhao looked around in the mirror and found it to be pretty good.
The bangs are a bit short, showing eyebrows.
He had protested to the hairstyle teacher before, but the other party said that his face is good and that this hairstyle is completely holdable.
When the hair stylist saw the effect of the finished product, he was very puzzled. It was obviously such a cool and handsome hairstyle, and when he reached the customer, he was abruptly born into a small and fresh literary...
Don't understand.
An Wuhao didn't know that it would take so long to cut his head here, but it was eleven o'clock after the cut.
He urged: "Mr. Huo, let's go quickly, the Civil Affairs Bureau is about to get off work."
Then everyone around looked at him.
I saw a tall man stand up from the waiting area, walked to the still-looking young boy, and walked out with his arms around his waist.
An Wuhao sat in the car and looked at the passing street scene, feeling much calmer than in the morning.
He felt that a lot of things seemed inevitable, and he didn't need to resist too much, as long as he experienced it in a down-to-earth manner.
At the nearest door of Civil Affairs, Huo Yunchuan stopped the car.
He thinks he is not a gentleman, but when he comes to the door, he still asks responsibly: "Are you sure you really want to register with me?"
An Wuhao nodded.
The man in front can see his reaction through the rearview mirror.
"If there were no accidents, there would be no divorce." Huo Yunchuan said clearly.
This is different from what was said at the beginning. It is no longer for the baby to get married, and An Wuhao knows it well.
He frowned without saying a word, his chin lingering.
Huo Yunchuan leaned on the comfortable seat and sighed heavily.
Then he opened the car door and went out, leaving room for himself.
However, he didn't go far, and he was standing beside the car. An Wuhang turned his head and he could see his back.
Mr. Huo looked very irritable, and now he must really want to smoke a cigarette to relieve boredom. don't know why, An Wuhao feels like this.
If you think about it, he hasn't seen Huo Yunchuan smoking for a long time.
All the ashtrays at home are thrown away...
Mr. Huo told Aunt Zhang to take it and throw it away.
"Well, if you don't leave, you won't leave." An Wuhao muttered to himself, anyway, Mr. Huo got bored in the future, this marriage still has to be separated.
Thinking of this, he opened the door and got out of the car.
"Mr. Huo, let's go in."
Time is running out soon, and will take pictures later.
Huo Yunchuan turned his head, without a word, walked over and took An Wuhao's hand and walked directly into the gate.
This is probably the fastest speed An Wuhao has traveled since he was with him.
The journey was unimpeded, and the pair of them was quickly arranged by the staff to submit materials and take pictures.
"Have you brought your hukou?"
"Take it."
Huo Yunchuan took out two copies. He had obtained the Anhui Hukou and ID card in the morning.
When taking pictures, the photographer uniformly asked the newcomers: "Come on, let the two heads get closer, look at the camera and smile."
An Wuzheng was an obedient child, and he smiled brightly next to Huo Yunchuan when he heard the words.
Click--
The marriage certificate photos of him and Huo Yunchuan are fixed in the photographer's camera.
After the photo was taken, was told to sit by and wait, because the marriage certificate can be obtained on the same day.
An Wuhang was quite calm, except for occasionally raising his head and watching the movements of the staff.
The man sitting next to him is calmer than him, just sitting there, holding his hand, so dull that there is no word.
Finally, the staff said it was done.
Huo Yunchuan brought An Wuzheng forward and got their red skills.
"Is there a copy of mine?" An Wuhao's eyes were full of curiosity, and he reached out his finger and touched it, wanting to get a copy.
"I'll keep it." Huo Yunchuan only gave An Wuhao a look, then put it away by himself.
This book is needed for the divorce, and he plans to lock it up after he returns, so he can't let An Wuhao touch it again.