90 Days of Spring

Yaoyao is a bit distressed recently, since she came to Guishui for the first time, Uncle Wei Ling never sleeps in the same bed with her again.

She asked her mother specifically about this, and she said that this is something that every girl’s family has to experience, proving that they are already big girls and can marry and have children.

But Yaoyao didn't want to marry anyone else, she just wanted to be with Uncle Wei Ling.

She has never left Wei Ling since she was a child, and in her subconscious, she will continue to do so in the future. Does she have to marry? If you have to marry, can you marry Uncle Wei Ling?

Yaoyao thought A-niang would object, but she nodded happily, "Of course."

Instead, Aye blacked his face and said that he didn't agree with anything, "No."

"Why?" Miaomiao exasperated, always feeling that he has a deep prejudice against Wei Ling, "Wei Ling will definitely be very good to Yaoyao!"

Yang Fu felt a headache, rubbed his eyebrows, "It's not the problem."

She asked again: "What's the problem?"

Yang Fu glanced at the slim girl in front of him. His eldest daughter was born the most like her mother. She was beautiful and vulgar, charming and coquettish. It was too cheap, Wei Ling. Besides, Yaoyao is only fourteen years old, Wei Ling...he doesn't know how old he is!

The age difference between the two is too great for Yang Fu to accept, "Wei Ling is her uncle."

Miao Miao squatted, "They are not related by blood."

Yang Fu was unmoved, "Anyway, I don't agree."

That's it, A-Mu-A-ye argued for a long time without results, and finally ended in A-Mu's anger. Of course, A-Ye had to do everything possible to coax afterwards. In the past few years, Yaoyao has been back to Beijing from time to time. The more she grows up, the more she wants to stay with her parents. What's more, my mother has added three younger brothers and a younger sister to her. They are all lovely and sensible, so she can't bear to leave.

This time, she begged Uncle Wei Ling for a long time before letting him agree to stay in the capital for a few more days. She went to the palace to see her brother and sister almost every day, and did not return to the inn until the evening.

Yaoyao looked at the Linghuamen in front of him. They used to live in the same room. When did they start to sleep in separate rooms?

She turned melancholy and walked into the next room.

Soon after the door was knocked, Wei Ling told her to go down to eat, and Yaoyao cleared up her mood and followed him, "Uncle Wei Ling, where did you go today?"

Wei Ling usually wouldn't go with her when she entered the palace, and she didn't know where he went. Recently, the relationship between her and Wei Ling has been worse than before, as if they are getting farther and farther away. Before, she can stick to him any way, but now he will avoid her and be less close to her.

Why is this happening? Yaoyao couldn't understand. Does Uncle Wei Ling dislike her?

Wei Ling walked in front and went downstairs, and replied casually: "Go and take a look at Taiqing Lake."

Yaoyao kept up with him in three or two steps and took his hand by the way, "Why don't you go with me? I went to the palace today, Kang Kangsheng is so cute, don't you really want to see it?"

The little girl blinked a pair of expectant eyes, her lips curled up, she was beautiful.

The naive and ignorant little girl unknowingly grew into a big girl. He watched her grow up a little bit, and her appearance became more and more beautiful, like a jade carved by himself, which became radiant and radiant by him inadvertently.

Wei Ling retracted her gaze and walked ahead calmly, "Don't go."

Yaoyao stayed behind, looking at his back, and flattened her mouth unhappily. Uncle Wei Ling still hasn't changed at all, not only has her appearance not grown old, but her temper is exactly the same as before, smelly and hard. I'm afraid she is the only one who doesn't dislike him, so why doesn't he know to cherish it?

Yaoyao sat on the square table opposite him, waited for her mate to serve the food, but she didn't eat it. She raised her cheeks and stared at Wei Ling intently without saying a word.

Wei Ling naturally noticed her gaze, and she said helplessly, "What's the matter?"

Yaoyao pursed her lower lip and said, "Uncle Wei Ling, do you still like my mother?"

Wei Ling's movement of pouring tea became stiff, she raised her eyes to look at her, her eyes were a little startled, and her eyebrows were low and low pressure.

Yaoyao bit her lip and smiled, "You never admit it, but I know that you like my mother. You almost lost your life for her mother."

When I was young, the word liking was only a vague concept. Grandpa Donghai told her that Uncle Wei Ling liked Mom, and she had the right to listen to new things. As she grew older, those memories were dug out little by little, and they were so ingrained in her mind that everything could be associated with them.

For example, if Wei Ling doesn't go to the palace, hasn't she let go of her mother? Was it because of his mother that he loved himself so much?

The more Yaoyao thinks, the more upset she becomes. She can't tell how she feels, she just feels bored and doesn't want to hear such an answer. But she still couldn't help but ask. It was the moment she said she realized that she liked Uncle Wei Ling. It was not the admiration and admiration that she had when she was a child, but the love of women for men.

Wei Ling's face didn't have a slight wave, "You also said that it was once."

However, Yaoyao is not willing to give up, she is bound to ask what is going on, "Then why don't you go to the palace, aren't you afraid of seeing your mother?"

Wei Ling looked at her, raised her lips and smiled and asked, "What are you asking about?"

Yaoyao was speechless and hesitated: "I..."

He got upstairs, almost didn't eat much for this meal, "If it's all right, we will leave the capital in a few days and go to Jiangxi."

With a cry, Yaoyao lowered her head and pulled the white rice in the bowl, secretly entangled with what she had just discovered.

For so many years, she had always thought that she treated Wei Ling as family and admiration, but she did not expect it to be love. She likes Uncle Wei Ling. It's not a joke to want to marry him, but his reaction just now means that he hasn't put down his mother yet?

Besides, Aye was so opposed. Even if Wei Ling liked her, it would be very difficult for them to be together.

Yaoyao ate a large mouthful of rice, and her cheeks bulged again. She chewed the rice in her mouth aggressively, turning her worries into appetite.

A tall man walked into the door of the inn, Yaoyao glanced at it without paying attention, and continued to eat the food in front of him. It wasn't until the man stopped in front of her that after a long time she realized that something was wrong, swallowed the food in her mouth and looked up for unknown reasons.

The man in the black robe had cold facial features and was upright and handsome. He stared at her face so firmly without speaking.

Yaoyao looked around, and it seemed that there were no seats left. When he was here to eat, he smiled eloquently: "There is no one here, you can sit down and I'll eat in a while."

The man really sat down opposite her, Yaoyao strengthened his thoughts, and quickly finished the food in the bowl, wiped his mouth and went upstairs.

Unexpectedly, when he walked past him, his wrists were tightened. His hands were so vigorous that Yaoyao's wrist hurt slightly, "What are you doing?"

Seeing her frowned, the man quickly let go, and followed her up: "Have you been to Yangzhou?"

Yaoyao has gone to many places over the years, and almost the entire Da Yue territory has been run by her, so she nodded without thinking, "I have been."

He asked again: "Ten years ago?"

She hadn't remembered such a long time ago. Yaoyao wanted to go over it casually, but seeing his serious face, she finally didn't feel embarrassed to leave. Cursing her eyebrows, she thought and thought, finally remembering that she did go to Yangzhou with Wei Ling ten years ago, and that was the first place they went after they left the capital.

She bent her eyes and smiled, "How do you know?"

The man's stern eyebrows softened, and he was slightly awkward, "Do you remember that in Yangzhou, you once saved a boy?"

Yaoyao thought about it for a long time, but the memory was intermittent and finally pieced together.

She did rescue a boy who was besieged in the alley, but she forgot in a blink of an eye. Now when he mentioned it, she was shocked and stunned: "That's you?"

He nodded and chuckled, "It's me, my name is Cheng Fei."

I said a few words to Cheng Fei downstairs and learned that he had also passed through the capital by chance. He did not expect to meet here, so he also booked a room in this inn, and he seemed to repay the meat buns of the year. Yep.

Yaoyao was very happy, but as soon as she stopped at the door of Wei Ling's room, she began to feel melancholy.

How should Uncle Wei Ling know that she likes him?

She knocked on the door twice, but there was no response inside. Isn't she sleeping? It was too early, and she returned to her room disappointedly and asked her buddy to send a few buckets of hot water up, intending to take a hot bath to eliminate the fatigue of the whole day.

Yaoyao took off his clothes and sat in the tub, looked down at the two lumps of gelatin under the water, reached out and touched it lightly, it still hurt. These days they grew bigger and bigger, round and warped, and she tried to hold it, but she couldn't control it with one hand.

But it hurts. She told Wei Ling about these things once. Wei Ling's face turned green at the time, and she asked her to go to the palace and ask her mother.

After Mom explained to her, she knew what was going on.

But why can't you ask Uncle Wei Ling about these things, because he doesn't? Men and women seem to be really different. Wei Ling's chest is flat and there is no ups and downs at all, but hers is getting more and more bulging, and she can't help but blush when she sees it.

Thinking about it, Yaoyao closed her eyes and fell asleep, curled up wearily in the tub, seeming to be really tired.

A knock on the door soon sounded outside the door, and after a while, it sounded again. Before anyone opened the door, he opened the door for convenience. There was no one in the middle of the room, so Wei Ling walked behind the screen and had a meal after seeing the sleeping figure in the tub. The water in the bucket was cold. If you soak it down, you might catch the wind and cold. He stepped forward and took her out of the water and put her on the bed inside.

Wei Ling picked up the towel and wiped the water off her body. She was about to cover her with bedding, but she woke up in good time.

"Uncle Wei Ling?" Yaoyao said, her sleep sound soft.

Wei Ling froze, and quickly wrapped her tightly, "Get a good rest."

He wanted to see if she was resting. He was too cold when he was downstairs to avoid her random thoughts. He came to look at it. He didn't expect that the little girl had fallen asleep heartlessly.

Yaoyao grabbed his arm and said, "Did you look at me just now?"

Wei Ling turned her head, looking a little at a loss.

She hasn't woken up yet, and her mind is full of today's affairs. Suddenly she remembered the conversation with her parents in the palace. "A-niang said that her daughter's body can't be seen indiscriminately. She can only show her husband after marrying. Look, what should I do?"

Wei Lingwu's pupil sank before asking for a long time: "Married?"

She rubbed her eyes, "I'm almost ready to get married, and after getting married, it's time to marry." She elaborated: "After marrying, I can't travel with Uncle Wei Ling."

Wei Ling froze, unable to speak for a long time.

She said she wants to marry?

Yes, how did he forget, she can't be a tail behind him all her life, she always wants to marry and give birth.

It's all because she used to talk about staying with Uncle Wei Ling all her life when she was a child, so much so that he subconsciously thought that this was his little padded jacket, which should belong to him for the rest of his life, and could only stay with him. But she always has the day when she marries her son...who will that person be when she marries her son?

Wei Ling looked at this beautiful little face, and instead held her hand, she was very upset.

After going downstairs the next day, there was an extra person on the table, and Wei Ling had never seen this person.

Yaoyao had no impression of what happened last night, and enthusiastically introduced Cheng Fei's history to Wei Ling. She described the rescue of Yangzhou ten years ago so vividly. Even the accidental encounter yesterday has become a great fate.

He stared at Cheng Fei for a long time, and said unceremoniously: "I really want to pursue it. It should be me who saved you, and you should find me if you want to repay you."

Cheng Fei was expressionless, "Without those pastries, I am afraid I would have starved to death."

Yaoyao is a self-acquaintance, and she has been familiar with him all night, and raised her nose proudly, "Uncle Wei Ling, don't take credit with me."

Cheng Fei's movement of holding the tea stopped slightly, "Is he your uncle?"

Yaoyao nodded, "Yes."

When the words were spoken, Cheng Fei was obviously relieved, since it was an uncle, there was nothing to threaten.

Wei Ling frowned and added quietly, "No."

Cheng Fei raised his eyes, not knowing what he meant.

He curled his lips and sneered, "I am not her uncle."

How can he not see what thoughts the person in front of him is fighting? Under the guise of repaying his gratitude, he is actually plotting against his little padded jacket. Is he blind?

Before Cheng Fei could speak, Yaoyao was anxious, thinking that he didn't recognize himself and was about to break ties with him, and quickly stood up and asked, "Why not? Then what are you me?"

Wei Ling was asked, and began to think about such a problem seriously.

What has he always considered her? Isn't it a niece?

But they are clearly not related by blood.

In the past few days, he has been alienated from himself, and the uneasiness of these days is surging, Yaoyao feels very wronged, and silently glances at him before turning away. She didn't even care about breakfast, she just wanted to go out and go around alone, so as not to stay here getting bored.

Cheng Fei glanced at Wei Ling and got up to follow Yaoyao's footsteps.

The two went out for most of the day, and it was not until the sunset that they heard the sound of going upstairs.

The Zhizhan door was wide open. His room was facing the stairs. Wei Ling sat behind the round table, quietly watching the two walking side by side. Yaoyao seemed to be in a very good mood, with her eyebrows crooked and gesticulating things she saw on the street, talking and smiling at Cheng Fei beside her, laughing like a bell.

She has always been so lively, not only in front of him, she will also show such a happy smile next to other men.

Suddenly what she said last night passed in her mind, she said that sooner or later she would marry, and then she would leave him and live with others.

That was his little padded jacket, how did he let this happen?

The figure of the two walking together was an eyesore. Wei Ling seemed to have figured out something, she closed her eyes and smiled, her cold brows suddenly relaxed.

Yaoyao's room was in the corridor. When she reached the second floor, she subconsciously tilted her head. Seeing Wei Ling's quiet eyes, she was stunned and pressed her lips to go inside. Cheng Fei stood beside her, his eyes followed.

Wei Ling sat still, "Where did you go?"

Yaoyao puffed up her cheeks, "I won't tell you."

No matter why he opened the door deliberately, he turned his head and walked to his room. Wei Ling got up and walked to the door, holding her wrist and raising her lips: "What can't you tell uncle?"

Yaoyao snorted, "You are not my uncle!"

And obviously he said it himself, he himself denied it first!

"That's what I said." Wei Ling smiled slightly, and brought her into the door with the effort of her hand. She raised her eyes and glanced at Cheng Fei who was standing outside the door, and closed the door in front of him.

He circled Yaoyao between the door panel and his body, bowed his head to meet her angrily eyes, and felt angry again, but more of his love for the little girl, "You won't be your uncle anymore."

Yaoyao stared at him puzzledly, what do you mean?

Wei Ling cupped her cheek and kissed the soft cherry lips under her doubtful gaze.

Yaoyao was stiff and opened her eyes in amazement.

(End)