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"Ok."

"Is that 17 years old?"

"More than that."

"16 years old?"

"Already forgotten."

Song Zhixing complained, "How can you forget such an important thing?"

"Is it so important?" When has the heart moved, when has it changed from love to love, and from love to her must, there has never been a limit. When he figured it out, his feelings were out of control and beyond control.

"Of course it is important." Song Zhixing raised his head to look at him, and naughtyly swiped his tail around his good-looking face. "Then you have been crushing on me for so many years, why not tell me earlier?"

When she mentioned that he had a crush on her, her small face was not the kind of antipathy and resistance she used to have, but rather a kind of unspeakable pride. Isn't it a matter of pride? Second Master Tang, a man sought after by so many women, has been secretly in love with her for so many years! Ha, think about it is something worth showing off and smelling.

"Now I think I'm late? Remember when I first hinted to you, do you react?"

Thinking of those, Song Zhixing laughed, "Is it constant?"

Tang Yu took a slap on her hips like "I'll tell you earlier, you might want to make a mess. Maybe, I ran back to your grandfather."

When referring to his grandfather, Song Zhixing's expression suddenly dimmed a lot. Suddenly she lost her mood. She felt soft on Tang Yu. She felt very lonely, her hands tightened, and she hugged him more firmly. She curled up on her chest like this, Tang Yu felt her depression, and suddenly said: "Xingxing, let's get married."

Song Zhixing was shocked.

Stumbled for a while.

For a long time, I blinked my eyes several times before I straightened up again, as if I felt that I had just heard it wrong, "Uncle, what did you just say?"

Tang Yu stared at her deeply, "You don't want to marry me so much?"

"You just heard what I said ..."

"Have heard it more than once." Tang Yu put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

"I don't want to marry you. It's just ... I think I'm still young and haven't even finished the book, so I never thought about getting married so soon." Song Zhixing looked at Tang Yu and explained to him. Tang Yu didn't open her eyes and didn't know if she had listened to her words. Song Zhixing was anxious, "Second, we'll fall in love first, but don't force me to get married, don't force me to have children, OK?"

Tang Yu opened his eyes and said, "My proposal is persecution to you?"

"Neither." Song Zhixing bit her lip and looked at Tang Yu with a serious expression. She rubbed his nails and whispered like a coquettish: "You said you identified me, but I didn't. You are not fair to me."

"Why isn't it fair? I haven't wronged you."

"You do!" Song Zhixing stared at him stubbornly. "How do you know I didn't identify you?"

"If so, marry me, just like I want to marry you."

"You are not fair. Will you marry when you are 18?" Song Zhixing clawed. "If I didn't identify you, how could I agree to fall in love with you, and how would I be with you ... and you Everything you should and shouldn't do! And, if it weren't for you, I ... I'd go with my grandfather! "

In the end, Song Zhixing was really uncomfortable and turned over from Tang Yu. Turned over and turned his back to him.

Tang Yu looked sideways, looking at her curled up, her eyes darkened. He turned around and hugged Song Zhixing. Song Zhixing didn't want to ignore him, but pushed him away. Instead, he turned her over and held her in his arms. Song Zhixing struggled, "Don't hold me, I don't want you to hold me!"

"Okay, okay, it's the second uncle. You shouldn't lose your temper with you." Tang Yu coaxed her. Sighing, "It's not that I'm too comfortable to be rejected by you. And ... why can't you even coax me? Huh?"

Song Zhixing sucked her sour nose, "How can I coax you?"

"Forget it. Reject it. Reject it. Injury hurt. Now it's too late to coax."

Song Zhixing looked at him, "Are you really sad?"

"What do you say?" Tang Yu asked back.

"Then ... will you never marry me again?"

"Should." Tang Yu raised an eyebrow: "I was rejected by you as soon as I asked for it, and it is still the same if I ask for it? Why bother to ask for help?"

"That won't work!" Song Zhixing drummed, "What if I want to marry someday and you don't ask?"

"It's simple. It's better if you come to propose."

"Me? I'm proposing to you?" Song Zhixing compared his fingers to him, and then to himself.

"Huh!" Tang Yu lazily said, "I will think about it at that time, if I want to marry you."

"... I want to be beautiful, so I won't propose to you! If you don't propose, I won't marry. At that time, when I want to marry, whoever proposes to me will marry me.

"Do you dare!" Tang Yu clasped her. He closed his eyes again and hugged her tightly. The lips were against her auricles. When she thought he was going to sleep, she only heard him say so seriously in her ear: "I just want to give you a complete home."

Song Zhixing was stunned.

"In the future, you will never be alone-all the love that was missing before, and in the future, I will fill you up."

Tang Yu's voice was very light.

But it fell to her heart, every word was so deep, there was a circle of emotional ripples in her heart lake.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and squeezed tighter into his arms. Tang Yu hugged her and finally gave her a little solace to the rejected one.

"Tang Yu ..." After a while, she called him again.

"Ok?"

"Then you say ... if we were really married, would there be many generations of gaps in the future?"

"Generation gap?" Tang Yu frowned.

"Do you know what is '23333'?"

"... Arabic numerals?"

"Then you know what ORZ is?"

"Short for code?"

"What about the little fresh meat?"

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Song Zhixing drew a few corners, "Uncle, you are really old."

"Really? Just in bed, you didn't think I was old."

She twisted his waist. "Hate!"

Tang Yu grabbed her hand and put it on her chest. Open your eyes and look at her seriously, "Xingxing, life is your own life, what others say in her mouth belongs to her and has nothing to do with you."

"As for the generation gap you are talking about-each person is two distinct individuals. As long as you live together, you will inevitably have more or less generation gaps. Since you want to live together, you must slowly run in, as long as With all intentions, all generation gaps can be overcome. "Tang Yu's words were mature guidance, reassuring, letting the uncertainty gathered before her heart disappear in an instant.