When He Smiles

At the beginning of the launch, the problem repeated itself.

SUN strictly audits registered users and screens experts in specific fields to ensure a high-quality user base. This process is difficult and long, requiring long-term accumulation, and working overtime is common. It is rare to be free during the annual vacation, Shi Jin took the two of them for a few drinks.

In the bar, Chi Zheng took a few sips and then stopped touching.

Shi Jin wanted to pour him down, but Chi Zheng stopped it with one hand.

"How much did you drink?"

Chi Zheng said, "Enough."

Shi Jin glanced at Lu Huai. The latter was drinking Coke leisurely, and was unhappy, "I brought you two over, so I'm the only one who wants to drink?"

Lu Huai immediately turned sideways: "Don't look at me, I have quit early."

Shi Jin is boring, a mouthful of sorrow.

"You should drink less, too. No one will take you back when you are drunk." Lu Huai said to Shi Jin.

Shi Jin frowned.

"Can you stop me from changing the sound?"

Lu Huai: "..."

Chi Zheng smiled and nodded a cigarette. Shi Jin drank and talked more than usual, "Buddy 26 has passed this year, and a girl hasn't taken care of it."

Lu Huai held a Coke, "We have to do one."

The two goods touched their glasses.

Shi Jin sighed and pointed to his masculine face, "You can't blame it, buddy, the factory settings are like this."

Lu Huai: "Your son has lost your voice."

Shi Jin: "..."

Chi Zheng squinted his eyes, his gaze fell in one place, and he smoked a cigarette from time to time without saying a word. Shi Jin picked up the wine bottle and poured it into his throat, hitting Chi Zheng with his arm, "You are more blessed than buddies. It's different from the taste of a woman."

Lu Huai: "Hey."

The two goods touched their glasses again.

Chi Zheng raised his eyes to look at the two goods, and then stood up and walked out. Lu Huai raised his head and shouted what time was it. Shi Jin focused on the woman. He pulled Lu Huai and said that we should drink, while sighing and looking up, "Hurry up and give me a woman. I'll recognize you everywhere."

Lu Huai shook his head, "Do you still care about this?"

"You do not care?"

"That thing looks sacred, it's useless." Lu Huai stretched out his hands and patted Shi Jin on the shoulder, "but I have worked hard for you. I am hungry and thirsty for so many years."

Shi Jin burped, "So do you."

The night outside the bar was thick and the wind was freezing. Chi Zheng pulled up the zipper of the down jacket and was about to take a taxi. He took a call and walked back to the shop. Meng Shengnan came soon after entering the store and it was a lot warmer. She took off her coat and scarf, and Chi Zheng handed out a cup of hot water.

"I thought you had to drink it until midnight."

She held the cup with both hands to keep warm, and sat on the edge of the bed. Chi Zheng washed her face and wiped her face with a towel, and her voice was in the silk.

"I'm leaving early."

After speaking, he threw away the towel and walked to her.

"What do you do?" Meng Shengnan raised his head.

Chi Zheng took her water glass and put it on the table behind him, then lifted her chin, bent over and kissed it. The heating in the room is awkward, and the **** guys and the girls are doing the firewood, just at one point. The light was still on, dim and dim. He pushed her onto the bed and leaned over to her ears, his voice low and seductive.

"Be you."

Meng Shengnan was squeezed softly by him, watching him ups and downs on her body in a bewildered manner. The man's sweat dripped on her body, running down her chest. Under the light, he reached her softest spot and did the most intimate things.

He belongs to her alone.

"Chi Zheng."

"Ok."

The man was still advancing, Meng Shengnan couldn't help but babble.

"I've always wanted to ask you something."

"I'll talk about it tomorrow."

He is obsessed with her softness, and Meng Shengnan's voice is rare and serious.

"Right now."

Chi Zheng was still under her, with his hands on both sides of her body, looking down at her. Meng Shengnan's hand holding his neck subconsciously drew a circle behind his head, his eyes were clear, Chi Zheng's throat moved, and he made a difficult ‘um’.

"If I am not Shu Yuan, but Meng Shengnan?"

Hearing that, Chi Zheng frowned, he stared at her blushing cheeks, breathing heavily. Meng Shengnan waited for his answer, but Chi Zheng's brows did not let go. The woman panicked, Chi Zheng took a deep breath, "Meng Shengnan."

"Ok."

"I can't bear it now."

She didn't even think about what he was saying, when she suddenly supported her, his hardness got in. Meng Shengnan was speechless by his sudden collision and tossed, and he didn't even have the energy to breathe. In a daze, I heard him whisper in her ear.

"It's all you, I know."

The white moonlight shone down, and the bed was shining brightly.

Jiangcheng has a strong flavor and customs for hundreds of years. The old people often talk about the twenty-three stove prince going to heaven, and the ceremony believes this, and the kitchen **** will be settled in the kitchen at noon. Qi Qiao came to stop by and set up the train with Xiao Hang in the living room. Meng Shengnan got up in the morning to accompany Chi Zheng on the meeting bed, when he had just arrived home.

When she returned to the room, Qi Qiao followed in with a smile.

"I'm back so early?"

Meng Shengnan glanced over, Qi Qiaole, leaning close to her, Meng Shengnan drew sideways and avoided.

"What are you doing?"

"Look for the hickey."

Meng Shengnan: "..."

Qi Qiao smiled, "I said you two have been better for half a year, have you thought about getting married?"

The word made Meng Shengnan stunned for a moment, and she shook her head.

"No."

Qi Qiao was speechless, "Your aunts who go out early and don't return at night don't say anything about you. You know you are waiting for this, don't you understand?

"do not understand."

Since childhood, as a mother, the ceremony never interfered with her freedom of going out.

Qi Qiao sighed, "Sure enough, pretty girls are not smart."

Meng Shengnan: "Thank you for complimenting me on being beautiful."

Qi Qiao: "..."

As the woman said, she jumped up suddenly, ran downstairs, pulled out a magazine from her bag and ran up again, and threw it into her arms. Meng Shengnan glanced at the cover and didn't know why.

"Did you buy it?" There are hundreds of flavors in the world.

Qi Qiao said, "I saw it when I passed the post booth this morning. I bought it for you by the way this week's new edition."

Meng Shengnan turned a few times.

"Sister is empathetic, right?"

Meng Shengnan responded casually, his finger stuck on one of the pages and paused. The author seems to have insight into world affairs, writing ‘this is a passing by in a hurry, so why bother about it’. She chewed for a few minutes, and went to the upper left corner. The author was Jiang Langcaiwan.

It has been a long time since I saw him publish any text.

She remembered that a long time ago, Zhou Ningzhi asked them what they wanted in their lifetime, and Zhang Yiyan thought about it for a long time to become famous. Later, he was left alone and didn't speak. Everyone asked. The joke said: "Write a story and watch everyone cry."

Qi Qiao patted the shoulder.

"What do you think about you?"

Meng Shengnan's chest was stuffy, he slowly closed the book and shook his head.

The time points to eleven o'clock, Meng Jin’s broadcast in the living room is telling the time, and the ceremony tells them to go downstairs to eat. Somehow, Meng Shengnan suddenly wanted to call Jiang Jin. She dialed twice to suspend the service, and then dialed to Chi Zheng. The man was silent for a few seconds and said that I would try.

Until the meal was over, her phone rang.

Jiang Jin smiled on the phone, "It's not thirty yet, just give Copa New Year?"

Meng Shengnan leaned against the desk in the room, looking outside.

"Have you changed your number?"

"I have been out for these two days, temporary."

Meng Shengnan said ‘oh’, "I saw your article on Baiwei."

"Are you scared by Brother's literary talent?"

Meng Shengnan laughed. After chatting a few gossips, Jiang Jin mentioned Chi Zheng.

"Have you seen the kid's website?"

"No, what's the matter?" She never asked about his job.

Jiang Jin said: "Recently, a post has been on the top for three days. It's quite interesting. Go up and take a look at it."

Meng Shengnan said yes and hung up the phone.

The sun was shining on the earth, and the sky was still bitterly cold. Jiang Jin was walking along the cemetery with his hands on his back, his figure drawn very long. There are people passing by from time to time, with a solemn face. The man walked forward slowly, and someone patted him behind him. He turned his head, and the cemetery seller at the door just followed him.

The man was not willing to give up a single business.

"It's not a brother, you just asked if you can buy it?"

Jiang Jin thought for a while, "Buy."

"It's refreshing, how easy it is to ask, who will you show it to, old man or old lady?"

A beam of light suddenly projected on the man, Jiang Jin squinted his eyes to find the light, and the wind blew the fallen leaves on the ground.

"It's me, I see." He said with a smile.

The sun is scattered and the fallen leaves are separated.

The clouds were surprisingly white that day, and the sky was as clean as it was washed. Meng Shengnan sat in front of the computer and went to SUN to register. As soon as I logged in, I saw the post Jiang Jin said, and the host asked: "Who knows why the social platform is named SUN?"

She turned down.

One answer has received numerous praises: "Sun and Shu Yuan."

The login name shows the big V number SUN founder Chi Zheng.

Meng Shengnan looked at it, lowered his head and smiled. In the living room downstairs, the grand ceremony and Qi Qiao were chatting, talking and laughing. She closed the computer and went downstairs slowly, wearing a thick red down and going to the yard to blow a hair. After standing for a long time, three planes have flown overhead, and they all pulled up a long line to pierce the sky.

Someone was singing in the alley outside the door.

"In the beginning, I thought that love would have been easy. So no, with permission, I will put you at ease. It was not until one day later that I found out that love is not true."

Qi Qiao's footsteps gradually approached behind him, and another whine rumbling from the depths above his head.

"What is the name of this song?" she asked.

Qi Qiao said: "Moved the heaven and moved the earth."

"It's so old."

Qi Qiao said: "Yes, it was very popular in junior high school."

Meng Shengnan looked up at the sky, blue like the ocean. The wind shakes the treetops and blows the hair around the ears. She blinked and looked again, her eyes were sour. From the glimpse of Jinghong in 2004 to the present, Nianhua is worried that she has lived up to time. She blinked and laughed.

The singing went away and the plane was gone.

A few days later, the family began to buy new year goods slowly. Chi Zheng drove over to pick her up, and went to Shitiao Street, a famous old road in Jiangcheng. When the two got out of the car, Chi Zheng took her hand and walked in. Rows of red lanterns line the street, crowded with people on both sides. Meng Shengnan pointed to the shop selling couplets surrounded by people, and dragged him over to look.

The first-hand Mi Fu body written by the store, passers-by applauded.

"Let's write it ourselves during the New Year."

Chi Zheng raised his eyes: "You write?"

That tone was full of contempt, and Meng Shengnan glared at him.

"I write."

Chi Zheng laughed.

Meng Shengnan ignored him and ran to other shops to join in the fun. The two bought a bunch of things, Chi Zheng raised both hands, and Meng Shengnan thought of something and said ‘ah’ again.

"I haven't bought chicken yet."

Chi Zheng: "Didn't you buy meat?"

"How can it be the same." Meng Shengnan tilted his head to look at him, "Don't you know?"

"what?"

"Twenty-six stew pot meat, twenty-seven kill chicken."

Both sides were noisy and yelled, they were pushed into the crowd. Meng Shengnan wears white feather down, ponytails, revealing a smooth forehead, and his eyes are shining. Chi Zheng looked into her eyes and could only hear her.

"anything else?"

Meng Shengnan counted with his fingers.

"Twenty-eight face-to-face posts, twenty-nine post daoists, stay overnight on the 30th, and walk down the street on the first day of the new year.

Chi Zheng laughed, "Those who engage in literature know a lot."

Meng Shengnan gave him a sideways look.

"I remembered it on the elementary school language essay, don't you know?"

Chi Zheng: "..."

Meng Shengnan gave him a smile and walked forward. Chi Zheng's gaze fell on her back, and after looking at it for a while, he followed up with a smile. The streets were connected one after another, as if they were endless. When turning back to the front of the car, Meng Shengnan panted tiredly.

"Last year, I didn't feel so tired after going with my mother."

Chi Zheng stuffed everything into the trunk and opened his mouth leisurely.

"This year is definitely different."

Meng Shengnan looked at him: "Why?"

"I'm not your mother."

Meng Shengnan: "..."

Later, the two of them returned to his home for dinner. Chen Si was in great spirits. After the meal, he pulled the two of them to play cards and almost won all of them. She had no interest in winning, and then she talked with Meng Shengnan again. Chi Zheng sat on the sofa alone and watched TV, changing channels one by one.

Chen Sicai went back to the room when it was dark and moonlight.

Meng Shengnan glanced at the living room, and Chi Zheng didn't know when anyone was there anymore. She looked in the yard and ran to his room upstairs. The lights are on and no one is there. She was about to turn around, and the left light fell to a corner of the table, and she walked over.

She turned to look at the title page.

The phrase ‘May you smile, Fenghua Zhengmao’ and the name ‘Shu Yuan’ drew eyes straight. Don’t think it’s been nearly ten years. With very light steps behind him, Chi Zheng slowly approached, Meng Shengnan looked back at him, smiled and shook his book.

"Do you know why I sent you a meditation record?"

Chi Zheng shook his head.

Meng Shengnan laughed, "The teacher once told Jacky Cheung that the letter of love between her and her husband was this book. But I didn't know you were Teacher Chen's son at that time. It's a coincidence that I think of it now."

Chi Zheng smiled.

"There is one more thing I haven't told you."

"what?"

Meng Shengnan took a breath and said, "I have resigned."

"Change the news?"

"Yeah." Meng Shengnan nodded, "I plan to test Jiangcheng TV station in the next year."

Chi Zheng pondered, "That's it."

Meng Shengnan bends his lips silently and tilts his head to smile. It's just that within three seconds of this smile, she suddenly rolled in her stomach and retched. Chi Zheng frowned, thinking that she had a stomach problem again, and went downstairs to get Chen Si's stomach medicine. After tossing for a while, she felt comfortable.

It's strange to say that the discomfort continued until the twenty-nine.

Meng Shengnan realized something inexplicably, and went to the drugstore alone in the afternoon. Worried all the way, she went to the bathroom immediately when she got home. As soon as she entered the door with her front foot that day, Chi Zheng followed her back. The ceremony said that on the second floor, he was missing someone.

There was a noise from the bathroom next door.

Chi Zheng frowned, was about to knock on the door, and immediately grasped the doorknob and pushed it aside. He suddenly appeared, Meng Shengnan was startled, the thing in his hand fell straight to the ground. She bent over to pick it up, Chi Zheng took her a step ahead.

Two red lines on the pregnancy test stick.

Meng Shengnan was at a loss and his eyes were red. Chi Zheng stared at the object in his hand for a long time, rubbing his thumb, raising a low laugh.

"dare you laugh?"

Chi Zheng smiled even more, "I'm really an old man this time."

Snow suddenly fell outside.

Meng Shengnan did not expect to have a vigorous marriage proposal. It is enough to get a certificate on the New Year's Eve in such a plain and ordinary way. The two elderly people smiled and said that they would go to the hospital for a detailed examination in the next year. No matter how you say it, this is undoubtedly the most double happy event in the 2013 New Year.

That night, the Spring Festival Gala was celebrating the whole country.

The two families are staying at Meng's house to celebrate the New Year, and Chen Sihe seems to have endless talk at the ceremony. Snow sticked to a window, and the room was warm like spring. Meng Hang asked Meng Jin what the song was on TV, and Meng Jin said that it is unforgettable tonight.

In the small room, jasmine scented.

She was lying in his arms, Chi Zheng carefully put his hands on her stomach, and the man's voice was puzzled, "Why is there no movement?"

Meng Shengnan smiled, "What happened just now?"

Chi Zheng frowned.

"Besides, what if the pregnancy test stick is not allowed?"

Chi Zheng said ‘um’ and smiled owingly.

"That's okay, I'm already married anyway."

Meng Shengnan laughed silently.

After a while, the snowflakes grew bigger and the aroma filled the room. Meng Shengnan looked up at him, the man pursed his lips slightly, his neck straightened, and his eyes were gentle as if there was light.

"I want to write a book, and I have a name."

Chi Zheng lowered his eyes and asked what.

"Family portrait." She slowly said with a smile.

(End of full text)

The author has something to say: I have counted the private messages on Weibo, and I will send it back to Xi'an in a few days.

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This story is finished here, I think it's almost the same. I want to see the Weibo of the Fanwai Theatre. As for the end of the Fanwai, I haven't thought that I will post it on Weibo if I have inspiration in the future.

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Happy Valentine's Day and goodbye.