"Tomorrow is the right day, go to bed early." Wang Ai stepped forward and opened his arms.

The person in his arms trembled and answered dullly. Wang Ai could feel that Xu Qinglian was struggling to overcome a psychological barrier, so she didn't plan to find out, since she didn't want to talk about it. Then let's wait until the cross is over and the mind is calm.

For a long time, Xu Qinglian pushed Wang Ai, and the two sat on the bed together.

"I'm going to work out?"

"Ok."

"..." Wang Ai looked at Xu Qinglian's left hand, who was pushing against her chest, and Xu Qinglian's right hand, who was holding her sleeve. He looked at the girl who was staring out the window and sighed. Sitting like this.

After a long time, Xu Qinglian muttered, "I'm sleepy."

So she started to take off her clothes and let go, but Wang Ai didn't dare to leave. As expected, after she changed her clothes, she sat next to Wang Ai and pulled his sleeves. She didn't seem to notice it, and she was a little embarrassed. : "If you haven't left yet, please bear with me."

Wang Ai went to bed with his unhappy girlfriend, covered her with a quilt, and covered the quilt himself, two quilts, two people, only Xu Qinglian's hand holding Wang Ai's sleeve was under the corners.

Neither of them slept well this night. Wang Ai couldn't figure out the state of his girlfriend, and he didn't dare to let his girlfriend let go, or even tell her. He instinctively realized that his girlfriend was in an extremely troubled situation with him, reaching the peak as the date approached. Now I can only pray that she can grab her sleeves and gain strength like she does now, and cross the mountains of tomorrow.

Then go round and round again.

At dawn the next day, with the sound of birds singing, Wang Ai opened his eyes at the same time, Xu Qinglian also opened his eyes. However, unlike Wang Ai, who was still full of energy, Xu Qinglian looked very tired and smiled at Wang Ai.

At breakfast, the two of them looked normal, but Ai Xiaoqing was still sensitive to the sense that this daughter who had been raising for ten years was a little abnormal, so she secretly probed his son’s eyes, but only saw the worry hidden between his son’s eyebrows, and gently. Shook his head.

Ai Xiaoqing, who has watched Xu Qinglian grow up since childhood, knows that this daughter has her own bounds in her chest, is heroic and does not lose to men, and is the only dragon among girls. At least Ai Xiaoqing knew that, including herself, including his son's "confidantes", they had all been short-sighted, and had been preoccupied. Only this daughter is different. It is her duty not to have too much pocket money when she was a child, but after she created the hopeless "Light of the Apennines" by herself, she didn't leave a single cent for herself, that's it. It's incredible.

To put it plainly, this is not to worry about future life; to put it in depth, this is to look down on these external objects.

Whenever thinking of this, Ai Xiaoqing and Wang Bin murmured, not knowing how his son was chosen, or how the old Xu family of ordinary people brought up such a one. It stands to reason that this kind of temperament should be born in an emperor's house, and it must be a character that can only be possessed by an extremely good child.

How can ordinary people have no idea about money?

In contrast, although his own son is brilliant, he can cry, make noise, laugh, and noisy, and he is actually more like a child of ordinary people. From this perspective, his son's approach to Xu Qinglian is considered a "high climb", at least in terms of temperament.

There is no emperor now, and it is not ruled out that ordinary people also gave birth to some special people. They will stand out in all walks of life, showing noble character and superb ability. In fact, it is not always that they themselves love to struggle more than ordinary people. It is completely caused by different temperaments and different hobbies.

But such people, the Wang family of three, are not familiar with them! I don't know how to cultivate it. Therefore, the old couple have been observing and helping almost carefully over the years, and will never easily interfere with Xu Qinglian's choice. Wang Ai is actually the same. He no longer has the awe of the goddess in the previous life, but in terms of temperament, he is indeed a little bit embarrassed.

Even if Wang Ai played too much sometimes, but it was not not in awe, but hoped that she would come down from the mountain.

This is how people and people are, even great people will be affected by ordinary people around them.

After breakfast, the family dispersed quietly, each busy with their own affairs.

The family knew about Wang Ai and Xu Qinglian getting the certificate, but since they were not prepared to take the matter seriously, they only sent Lao Fan and Zhao Dan to accompany them to the Civil Affairs Bureau of Dongcheng District.

Wang Ai's native place is still in Dongcheng District. Although his Houhai house belongs to Xicheng District, he is not at home all year round, so his household registration still belongs to his parents' home. Xu Qinglian's household registration was automatically returned to Yingkou after she graduated from Renmin University, but according to the marriage law, as long as one of the parties is local.

Today I want to take a wedding photo, not a wedding photo. Wang Ai and Xu Qinglian also denounced that thing as a waste of time. They planned to take the photo by themselves after marriage, or let Kang Si and the others help take the photo when they were out. The camera, the photography level of the two is not worse than that of the photo studio.

So the clothes for the two of them today are considered more formal, and of course very simple. Xu Qinglian has a rare light makeup. As the Audi car was driving in traffic, the two silently watched the scenery outside the car, holding small bags with various documents in their hands.

At 8:30 in the morning, the car slowly stopped on the side of the road. The driver, Lao Fan, looked up at the rear-view mirror and said with a smile, "Where is it, there is a sign to go there."

Wang Ai smiled, Xu Qinglian also smiled, still holding Wang Ai's sleeve in her hand, all folds were squeezed out.

"Right, congratulations." Lao Fan said after Wang Ai got off the car.

Outside the Marriage Registration Office of the Civil Affairs Bureau where people come and go, this is No.53, Dongsilitiao, Dongcheng District. It is a low-rise building. It is not far from Dongsilitiao Middle School. It crosses a dense area to the south. The courtyard house in Zaza is the China Children's Press Publishing House.

Wang Ai with sunglasses looked around, and took Xu Qinglian's hand: "Let's go."

Stepping on the steps and crossing the threshold, Xu Qinglian's body trembled. When the words "Marriage Registration" appeared in front of the service window, Wang Ai felt unable to pull Xu Qinglian.

Turning her head to look, I don't know when Xu Qinglian, whose face was already covered with tears, saw her boyfriend looking at him, not talking, shaking her head, tears dripping down, on the back of Wang Ai's hand, on the smooth marble floor.

Xu Qinglian's abnormal condition attracted people's attention. A cadre in a window stood up vigilantly, a security guard pressed a rubber stick to look out, and an older sister at the door had already stepped forward.

Wang Ai took a deep breath, looked at the five-meter red letter "Marriage Registration", and pulled Xu Qinglian around, went out, walked down the steps, and got into the car.

Xu Qinglian can't do anything except cry.