Their wedding was also held by the seaside, with few guests attending. Zeng Lin had long cut off contact with those unreliable friends.
The time was set in March, when everything was coming back to life, and love was flourishing.
Of all the people at the wedding, Zeng Lin was the happiest. On the day his marriage proposal was successful, he spun Meng Chen around countless times in excitement.
“Are you stupid?” Meng Chen asked.
The response he received was a kiss.
Of all the people at the wedding, Meng Chen was the most troubled. There was no way. Since reconciling with each other, Zeng Lin was always worried about his health. Various tonics and supplements were given to him, and even his mother joined in the fun, managing to make Meng Chen gain seven or eight pounds.
Of all the people at the wedding, Meng Chen’s mother was the most touched. Initially, upon learning of Zeng Lin’s actions, she directly kicked him out with a broom. But unexpectedly, Zeng Lin was just as stubborn, coming back time and time again. She watched the tall man stand outside Chen Chen’s ward night after night, enduring the hardship. When it became too much, the man would flip through old photo albums, suppress his emotions for a while, then stand up again, contacting experts and caregivers, bustling around Chen Chen.
The last person to appear at the wedding was Meng Chen’s father. He was indeed not a qualified father, nor a qualified husband. In his fifties, his body was no longer upright, but he still led Meng Chen. Amidst the music, the old man handed Chen Chen’s hand to someone even more upright than himself.
“—The ending of a story is always good.”
“—What if it’s not good?”
“—Then it’s not the end yet.”
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Author’s Note:
The last paragraph is not original~ The source is unknown to Xixi ⊙︿⊙ Heard it a long time ago from somewhere.
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