To The Lovely You

   "We plan to wait until you come out to talk about the wedding." Su Rou Rou obediently added a cup of tea for him, "Because... I hope you can witness our happiness with your own eyes."

Luo Shaohua took the tea cup in her hand and drank it, with faint tears in his eyes: "Rourou, it's rare for you to be so thoughtful, my godfather is very moved. But... I hope you can have your wedding sooner rather than wait for me. already."

"Godfather, it doesn't matter. Yichen and I are both young. It doesn't matter if we have a wedding a few years later, and...I don't care about these formalities." Su Rourou said while looking back. He glanced at Luo Yichen.

  Yes, they have known each other for more than ten years, as long as they know that the other person loves them deeply in their hearts, it is enough. This kind of thing, a wedding, is largely just to let others witness their happiness.

  Luo Yichen took a deep look at her, clenched her hand tightly, and there was a little light flashing in his eyes.

Luo Shaohua sighed, looked away slightly for a while, and then turned to look at them again: "Rourou, Yichen, the wedding is the most important moment in your life... Now have a wedding, and you will be with us. Having a child and then having a wedding a few years later is a completely different feeling."

   "Godfather... We really don't care..." Su Rou Rou wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Luo Shaohua.

"Because I... caused you to be separated for many years, which has already delayed your happiness too much, and I don't want to delay you any more." Luo Shaohua couldn't help but turn his back after saying this, "Just wait for me to come out. When I see you give me a lovely grandson or granddaughter, I'm very happy..."

   "Godfather..." Su Rou Rou choked up a little and was speechless.

  Luo Yichen put his arms around her shoulders and smiled at Luo Shaohua: "Dad, don't worry, we will work hard to fulfill your wish. At that time, we will try to let you hold two grandchildren..."

   Originally had a somewhat sad atmosphere, because his words became lighter. Su Rourou secretly pinched his thigh a little embarrassed, while Luo Shaohua looked at them with satisfaction.

"Yichen, you must give Rourou the most romantic wedding. Maybe you don't have to talk too much about pomp, but you must be very attentive. Rourou is the daughter-in-law that our family has decided since she was a child, and she must not be wronged... "

   "Dad, don't worry! I will definitely treat Rourou well."

   "Well..." Luo Shaohua nodded, the expression on his face became a little dignified again, "Your mother... how are you doing?"

  Thinking of his own hair-bearing wife, the guilt in his heart surged like a tide.

   "Don't worry, she is much better now, and her aunt is with her." Luo Yichen inadvertently caught a glimpse of a few strands of white hair on his temples, feeling a little unbearable.

   Back then, when he knew about those things, it was not that he hated Luo Shaohua in his heart. He also thought that if his mother wanted to break up with his father, he would definitely stand by his mother's side and stay away from him for the rest of his life. In those years in the United States, seeing his mother suffering from illness, at certain moments, he hated him in his heart.

  As if he knew what he was thinking, Luo Shaohua trembled with his lips, and said the guilt that had been buried in his heart for many years: "Yichen, I'm sorry for your mother, and I'm sorry for you..."