The world of Chinese style creates a prosperous era for girl groups

All the guests in the room had left. After mopping the floor and washing the dishes for a while, and taking care of the cat as if it were an ancestor, Xia Haoyang dragged his tired body back to his room on the third floor.

Zeng Jingyi had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower, smelling of shower gel.

"By the way, did Mom really discuss the wedding date with you?"

"Do you think I'm lying to you? Look at the WeChat chat history on my phone." Zeng Jingyi was wiping her hair with a dry towel.

Xia Haoyang walked over, took the towel from Zeng Jingyi's hands, and began to wipe her hair carefully. He said, "In that situation, I thought you said that on purpose to help me out. No matter what, when we go home this time, I will tell mom about our wedding, and we must get it done before the baby is born."

Hearing Xia Haoyang's gentle but firm tone, Zeng Jingyi's heart was moved a little and she felt a little touched.

In fact, Zeng Jingyi has never doubted her feelings for Xia Haoyang, it's just that sometimes he is too straight and a little stupid, but sometimes he is very warm, and what he says and does makes her feel sweet, comfortable and safe.

Just like now.

Xia Haoyang doesn't know how to wipe his hair. His movements are very clumsy, and he even makes his originally smooth hair frizzy. But the carefulness and seriousness behind his clumsiness make people feel warm.

Some men are just so stupid that they can't even do the smallest things, but you can feel his sincere feelings from them.

Zeng Jingyi, who was originally a little angry, completely put her bad temper aside, turned around, stretched out her hands and hugged Xia Haoyang's belly.

"Stop it, it's inconvenient for me to wipe your hair if you hold me like this."

Xia Haoyang didn't notice Zeng Jingyi's emotional changes, and was focused on wiping her hair. Jingyi didn't like to use a hair dryer, saying that using it too much would damage the hair quality, but washing her hair late at night would be difficult to dry without a hair dryer, and sleeping with wet hair would easily make her sick, so Xia Haoyang was very concerned.

Zeng Jingyi didn’t care much about whether her hair was wet or dry. She just felt very happy at this moment.

She hugged her man lazily for a while, "When are we going back to Wenzhou?"

"Since there's nothing to do at the company, we'll go back in two days. Yancheng is too cold this year, so Vancouver is more comfortable. I looked at the weather forecast, and it was 20 degrees yesterday, and the sun was shining brightly." Xia Haoyang said.

"Okay, it's all up to you."

"Then let's go to your parents' house for dinner tomorrow and tell the teacher that we plan to return to Vancouver early to celebrate the New Year this year?" Xia Haoyang also stopped wiping his hair and lowered his head to look at Zeng Jingyi.

"Of course, we should go say hello to our parents first." Zeng Jingyi was happy with Xia Haoyang's thoughtful idea.

"So, should we tell your parents that we plan to get married next year?"

"There's no rush. Let's go back to Vancouver and confirm the date before telling Mom and Dad." Zeng Jingyi thought for a moment.

"My parents will definitely call the teacher to confirm the specific date at that time, but I should be the one to tell the teacher about holding a wedding with you. I should tell the teacher about this first so that the two elders can be prepared. I can't let them feel that my precious daughter is pregnant but I don't show any expression, which means I am not sincere." Xia Haoyang said seriously.

Zeng Jingyi smiled instead: "My parents wouldn't think that way."

"No matter what the teacher thinks, as a man, I should be the one to take the initiative to propose." Xia Haoyang still looked serious.

"Okay, it's up to you."

The next day, Yancheng was still very cold. It was said that it broke the record for the coldest temperature in the same period in the past 30 years. However, the young couple were very excited. Xia Haoyang took two bottles of Moutai and a gift box of nutritional supplements and went to Teacher Wang's house to formally "propose marriage."

It looked a bit shabby, but Zeng Jingyi didn't care, and neither did the two old people.

The two elderly people have witnessed the love between the young couple over the years and are not worried that Xia Haoyang will abandon them.

But as the girl's parents, when they saw that their daughter was already pregnant but the father of the baby in the belly never showed any expression, even if both parents were high-level intellectuals, they would have some thoughts in their minds, but they were just well-educated and had good tempers, so they just kept it to themselves.

So when Xia Haoyang came to their house with a pious look on his face to "propose marriage" today, and earnestly promised at the dinner table that he would be good to Jingyi and love her forever, the two senior intellectuals were no different from ordinary Chinese elderly people. They were equally excited, and tears flashed in their eyes.

The happiness of their children is more important than anything else of their own. For thousands of years, this has been a simple and plain concept in the minds of Chinese parents.

So Professor Zeng, who seldom drinks, had a flushed face as he kept pulling Xia Haoyang to drink and clink glasses; and the kind-hearted Professor Wang had satisfaction in the wrinkles of her eyes as she watched her daughter smile like a flower.

It was snowing in Yancheng, the first snow of 2029. Large flakes of snow floated silently in the air, and the cold wind hit the eaves, making a rustling sound.

The heater in the house blurred the glass windows, so even if you stood outside the window you couldn't see the scene inside. But without looking you knew that this was the most common but also the most cherished happy scene in Chinese families.

The two of them stayed here today and slept in the room where Zeng Jingyi used to live.

"Well, Professor Zeng is drunk." Xia Haoyang was a little at a loss.

"It's okay. My dad rarely drinks, but he will drink a lot when he's happy. He'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"I didn't want to drink today, but I couldn't refuse. Professor Zeng Zeng is too enthusiastic. I won't drink next time." Straight man Xia Haoyang was worried that his wife would blame him for breaking his promise and drinking again, and even getting his father-in-law drunk.

But there was no anger or unhappiness on Zeng Jingyi's face. Instead, the deep tenderness in her eyes could not be dispelled.

"Senior brother, come here." Zeng Jingyi lowered her voice, her tone gentle and full of temptation.

But to the straight man, it sounds like the devil's call. "You, do you want to pull my ears or hit me in the mouth? I really won't drink next time."

"Brother, come here."

"Oh, then, don't hit me in the face. It will be bad if the teacher sees it tomorrow morning."

"come here."

After Zeng Jingyi called him repeatedly, Xia Haoyang swallowed his saliva and reluctantly moved slowly to the bedside.

The spring view from the jade tower disappears as the smoke clears, the dancing dress is rolled up and the gold bars fall off.

The oriole's sweet chirping has just ceased, and the apricot blossoms are all gone, leaving the snow on Mount Longshan.

The phoenix hairpin is worn low to attend the festival, and the prince is extremely worried at the banquet.

The mandarin ducks are tied together, and their love is deep in the moonlight.

——Niu Qiao, Yingtianchang