Preparing household registration book

  At the beginning of summer, Li Ma packed up his things and went to the market with Qianqian.

  Du Yu stayed behind to guard the stump and wait for the rabbit, fearing that Jiang Yan would come and not find anyone.

  After nearly an hour, Jiang Yan and Mo Wenyang arrived at Du Yuxin's newly opened "Xiao Xiang Academy".

  Du Yu met with his brother upstairs, and the two brothers hugged each other tightly, looking at each other excitedly.

  As they walked into the gallery, Mo Wenyang was curious about the name of the gallery: "Isn't it a gallery? Why is it called an academy?"

  The formal naming of the gallery has Du Yu's careful thoughts in it. In Du Yu's understanding, Chinese calligraphy is also called painting. There is no script in the world that can become a painting like Chinese characters, forming a unique art.

  The main business of the gallery is Chinese painting and calligraphy mounting, as well as original works by young artists. It also provides advertising signs for customers according to business needs.

  The ancient decoration, overflowing with the charm of ink wash. Jiang Yan walked among them, searching for the beautiful scenery everywhere, savoring the stunning side profile he had caught a glimpse of in the framing room before.

  Walked around in circles, didn't see anyone, anxious and worried: "Where's Manman?"

  Du Yu intentionally sold a suspense and invited them to sit down and drink tea: "She went out with Chunxia."

  Mo Wenyang was quite interested in the Longjing that Du Yu took out to offer as a treasure, and pulled Jiang Yan down to sit: "Everyone has arrived, no one will get lost."

  Jiang Dashao sat and lay down restlessly, insisting on going to the door to wait for his beloved.

  The other two looked at him with a monkey-like expression and smiled in their eyes.

  Mengmeng, who had just strolled through the market, and Chuxia got off a taxi with big bags and small bags. From afar, they saw a young soldier standing at the entrance of an art gallery, his green army uniform making him look even more upright, the two stripes and two stars on his shoulder shining brightly in the sunlight. Chuxia and Mengmeng were both taken aback at the same time.

  She playfully teased her in early summer: "Your husband looks more and more handsome, military men are just different."

  Manman saw him in uniform for the first time and felt a bit embarrassed: everyone said that shoulder badges represented military ranks, but she couldn't make sense of it at all, and had little understanding of troops and soldiers.

  Take what's in her hand over. At the beginning of summer, she brushed past Jiang Yan's side when she first entered the door and nodded at him with a hint.

  Jiang Yan couldn't wait any longer and rushed to Manman's side.

  He lowered his head slightly, and his large black glasses slid down the bridge of his small nose. He raised his fingertips to push them back up, and suddenly he bent down, looking her up and down from bottom to top. His shiny black pupils made her blush, and she tried to remain calm, saying: "What's wrong?"

  "It seems like you've lost weight." Jiang Yan looked left and right, and indeed felt that her small face's chin was sharper.

  "She lost weight and got sick on her way to Beijing." Chū Xià walked out to help Màn Màn respond, intending to make the man feel a little heartache.

  Manman unhappily threw a glance at Chuyi: she had originally wanted to keep this from him.

  "Are you ill? How are you now?" Not disappointing the expectations of early summer, he wrapped his slender shoulders into his arms and naturally took possession of the beauty, with a heartache in his heart.

  She leaned her body against his sturdy chest, as if she could hear the thumping of his heart, and her eyes sparkled with surprise, her mouth curving up slightly.

  As soon as he came in, she made him sit down without saying a word: "I'll go to the kitchen with Chunxia to cook noodles for you."

  When she said she was going to cook, Jiang Yanfang reluctantly let her go and immediately pulled over a stool to sit down and asked Du Yu in detail: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling better? Do I need to take her to the hospital for another check?"

  As for the thrilling events of that night, Du Yu opened his mouth and mostly listened to his wife's retelling of Manman's account: "They blocked a military vehicle, and a group of your comrades sent her to the hospital emergency room and even paid the medical expenses. You People's Liberation Army comrades do good deeds without leaving names, and until now they still can't find anyone to repay the money. Are you in the army? Otherwise, help Manman ask around?"

  They heard that someone from their own unit was learning from Lei Feng, and Jiang Yan and Mo Wenyang both made a nodding motion: "No need to ask, it's only right." But in their hearts, they were quite curious which unit the soldier who did this belonged to. A medical bill of over 3,600 yuan for one night is not a small amount for a soldier.

  The small living room is adjacent to the kitchen. Before long, the fragrance wafting from the kitchen made three big men shout with hunger.

  Jiang Yan's heart itched to run in and accompany the beauty, but thinking of the last time at Du Yu's house where Manman scolded him not to enter her kitchen and cause trouble, he was afraid of angering the beauty again, so he could only hold back.

  Fortunately, the noodles were cooked quickly, and in less than half an hour, Chunxia carried out a large plate, and then sent out five bowls of noodle soup from the kitchen one after another.

  "Where's Manman?" Although they smelled the fragrance and wanted to open their chopsticks, Jiang Yan was thinking that the beauty might be afraid that Manman would go hungry.

  "You eat first. She's afraid you won't have enough, so she steamed another plate of meat pies," said Chun Xia.

  Mo Wenyang looked at the large bowls of noodles and said, "Absolutely enough."

  Early summer smiled and handed him chopsticks: "Eat first."

  Without any courtesy, Mo Wenyang took a sip of the noodle soup and was immediately surprised to take three more sips in a row. He then grabbed his chopsticks like he hadn't eaten for over a dozen days and started scooping up noodles nonstop. His appearance was so pitiful that even Jiang Yan was frightened and helped him pat his back: "You rascal, you clearly had two buns, three mantou, and two bowls of soy milk just this morning!"

  Finally finishing the bowl, Mo Wenyang took a paper towel from Chunxia and wiped his mouth: "I say, Brother Yan, I think I understand why you want to keep her hidden away now."

  He gave him a cold stare. Jiang Yan was blunt: "Yes, I'm the one who's been hiding in a golden house. Let me warn you, from now on, you're not allowed to come to my home and freeload!"

  People regard food as their heaven; Mo Wen Yang took his threatening words as nothing but a breeze in his ear, and only asked Chu Xia: "Is that all?"

  "Noodles are all gone, but I steamed some meat pies. You wait." Chū Xià replied.

  Mo Wenyang locked up the remaining four bowls of noodles, his eyes revealing a hungry expression. Jiang Yanli immediately kicked him to one side, away from the dinner table, and first protected the bowl in front of Manman with both hands.

  Manman brought out the steamed meat pie, and upon seeing this scene, a small smile of satisfaction appeared at the corner of her mouth. When cooking for her family at home, except for her father, who else had ever praised her like that? Everyone works hard and pays their dues in hopes of being admired by someone.

  He pulled her down to sit, put chopsticks in her small hands, and Jiang Dashao didn't rush to eat first. He stared at her eating: "Your stomach isn't good, you need to eat slowly. In two days, I'll take a leave of absence and bring you to see the experts in our troops, they can prescribe some medicine for you to recuperate."

  The warm wind blows over my heart, and it feels great to have someone care about me.

  She smiled and sipped the soup little by little.

  Because it was a group of people who came out together to make excuses, they agreed to go back together at the same time. Not long after finishing lunch, Mo Wenyang received a call from Jiang Yan, saying: "The Lord's instructions, we have to go back."

  Borrowing someone else's feelings, Jiang Yan couldn't trouble them again. Before leaving, he pulled Manman to one side and whispered: "You prepare your household registration book first, we'll need it when we register our marriage."

  Man Man held onto his glasses, he had proposed and she had agreed. He nodded slightly: "I'll get my dad to send it over."

  As he heard her response, he hugged her tightly, as if trying to merge her body into his own. His firm lips were pursed into a tight straight line: He wouldn't say anything else to her; he would take care of everything for her.

  See them off, Manman returned to the gallery, feeling her face burning, and the smile at the corner of her mouth couldn't stop. The long-awaited happiness is now really close to her, so close that she thought she was dreaming.

  The phone rang.

  "Hello? Who is it?"

  "Vine sister, I'm Haoxue. I heard from Uncle that you've come to Beijing for work. I'm also in Beijing now, temporarily staying at Mingzhu's place."

  By the way

  Dear family, remember to give Fei Ma some motivation, (≧▽≦) /