Mr. Perfect And Miss Almost

By the day Zhang Sinian's parents returned to China, Yun Shu's hair had completely recovered to the curl before straightening.

Seeing Yun Shu complaining about his hair every day, Zhang Sinian had no choice but to smile and comfort him: "At least it's dyed black, and it looks quieter than before."

This was obviously against her sincerity and coaxed her. In Zhang Sinian's mind, Yun Shu had never been in contact with the word Wen Jing.

But Yun Shu has now turned on the highest level of alert mode because of seeing his parents. Zhang Sinian has accidentally seen the browsing history of Yun Shu's mobile phone. The screen is full of:

It’s the first time I see my boyfriend’s parents, these ten things must not be done.

Girls should pay attention to these issues when they see the husband’s parents for the first time.

Ten topics you can talk about during dinner with your husband’s parents.

Personal experience: How did I fix my mother-in-law who didn't like me.

How to get along between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, how to deal with the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

...

Zhang Sinian watched the screen full of content, helpless and heartbroken, but Yun Shu couldn't let go of comforting her at this moment. Complimenting her for her quietness can comfort her most.

The plane arrived in the afternoon, and Yun Shu still had an exam in the morning. She hadn't had any thoughts to review recently. If Zhang Si hadn't been staring at it every day, and told her that if she failed the exam, she would postpone graduation. Then the wedding of the two would be too. Following the delay, Yun Shu memorized the key points of the exam the day before the exam review.

It was very cold on the day of the exam, with a patter of light rain. The chill almost got into the body along the sole of the shoe.

The first teaching building where the examination room is located is the oldest teaching building in University C. The windows are full of rusty iron windows, and the heating is insufficient. After an exam, it is better to keep writing with my hands, and my legs are almost frozen.

When Yun Shu walked out of the small wooden door of the classroom following the crowd, he saw Zhang Sinian standing there at a glance.

Even after leaving C for two years, some students still recognize him and greet him.

Regarding the seemingly non-existent gaze around him, Yun Shu didn't rush over as usual, and waited until everyone was almost gone, then walked slowly to him: "Why come here? Didn't you say that you were waiting for me in the parking lot? "

Yun Shu noticed a circle of water stains on the ground from the tip of the umbrella in Zhang Sinian's hand. Zhang Sinian should have been waiting here for a long time.

"You forgot to take your gloves when you went out. Bring them to you."

Zhang Sinian put on the gloves for her. The pair was spun out of peanut brittle wool, and took it out of his pocket, softly, carrying his body temperature.

There are no people on the school road. The plane tree leaves only twists and turns in the cold winter, spreading the sky that covers half of it. Zhang Sinian held the umbrella and held her waist. The rain slid down the branches and landed on the umbrella, making a pattering sound.

The two ate a meal in a hurry and drove to the airport.

Zhang's father and Zhang's mother really did as Zhang Sinian said. Since seeing her, he hasn't mentioned a word about "divorce", and he has always had a charity smile on his face.

Both of them are not talkative people, but they are not indifferent. They simply asked Yun Shu about the situation and talked about Zhang Sinian's old things. Yun Shu wore the elders' combat uniform that Zhang Sinian had been around for a night before he decided to settle down—a white slim-fit down jacket with a light apricot sweater inside, and his hair tied back to his head, making it look neater. Sitting in the car obediently, asking and answering questions, always remembering to use honorifics when speaking, and he was very quiet.

Zhang Sinian saw this while driving, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked upwards.

When the four of them returned to Zhang's father and mother's house in the city center, the housekeeping staff had cleaned up the house, and Zhang's grandmother was cooking noodles in the kitchen.

Seeing the four people entering the door, two bowls of warm noodles were served.

Grandma Zhang wiped her hand on her apron: "Go out and go home with dumplings. Quickly, eat it while it's hot."

The two of them lowered their heads and ate a few bites, Zhang's eyes were smoked by the heat, and a layer of water vapor filled them.

Zhang Fu squinted, took off his glasses in a hurry, and wiped off the moisture on them.

The two finished the two small bowls and put down their chopsticks.

Zhang Mu wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, took out a red packet from the bag and handed it to Yun Shu.

Yun Shu held some thick red envelopes and was a little confused: "Auntie?"

"Take it, our rules, the daughter-in-law has to give a red envelope the first time she visits the house. When we met last time, I didn't know the situation between you and Si, so I will make up this time."

Yun Shu felt the thickness of the red envelope and hesitated: "Too much..."

Her previous experience on the Internet was generally given to 1000, 600 or something.

"Our rules are like this." Zhang Mu smiled and glanced at Zhang Sinian. "The money is given according to Sinian's meaning. The general rule is to give someone a fraction of 1, which means pick one in a million, Sinianhe We said that two yuan will be reduced, so it will be all nines, which means that it will last for a long time."

"Si Nian has never been able to understand these traditions. This is the first time I have seen him pay attention to these."

Yun Shu blushed and looked at Zhang Sinian, Zhang Si coughed young and kept silent.

Yun Shu smiled and put the red envelope into the bag: "Thank you, uncle and aunt."

"Also called uncle and aunt?" Grandma Zhang quipped, "Is the red envelope not big enough? Grandma will replenish you if it is not enough."

Yun Shu waved his hand quickly: "Enough...enough."

Then blushing to face Zhang's father and Zhang's mother, he respectfully yelled: "Dad, mother."

The two responded with a smile.

Several people ate dinner together, chatted for a while about the preparations for their marriage, and set a date for the two families to have a meal and discuss the marriage. When it was almost time, Yun Shu was taken into the room by Zhang Sinian.

As soon as Yun Shu entered the door, he looked at Zhang Sinian's house curiously. Zhang Sinian had lived here before leaving the country, and she had never seen it.

The decoration in the room is a bit old, with wooden floors, mahogany furniture, and a neat row of trophies on the bookcases. Next to the trophy is a pile of certificates.

The Yun Shu trophies were counted by the certificates, and after the count, they turned to look at Zhang Sinian in admiration: "A total of thirty-six awards!"

"Really, I haven't counted them carefully before." Zhang Sinian smiled and made the bed for the two.

"Olympic gold medal, how can this trophy be placed in the corner?" Yun Shu said as he arranged the chaotic trophies neatly.

She is like hunting for treasure, touch here and look there.

"Mr. Zhang, you also read children's literature when you were young. I saw this magazine when I was in high school, but my sister laughed at it later, so I stopped subscribing it."

"When you were a kid, the handwriting wasn't very good-looking..."

"You have actually studied Chinese painting."

...

When Zhang Sinian came out of the bathroom, Yun Shu was cross-legged, looking through the photo album she found on the bookcase.

Zhang Sinian wiped his hair half-dry with a bath towel and sat beside her.

Zhang Sinian is not a person who loves taking pictures too much.

The rigor of Zhang's father and Zhang's mother of science students can be reflected in the photographs. A small note is attached to the side of each photo.

Born in Sinian on February 12, 1988

The full moon of March 12, 1988

The first birthday of Sri Lanka on February 12, 1989

...

The timeline of the photos is very clear. Every year there is a photo taken of Zhang Sinian's birthday with a family photo until Zhang Si is eighteen years old.

Yun Shu looked at it carefully one by one: "When you were a kid, you also had red dots on your head hahahaha, I also have many photos of this kind, super silly."

"This one is really cute."

"Mr. Zhang, you were so tall when you were in junior high school."

Zhang Sinian accompanied her to flip through the album, and when she turned her head to talk to her, he grabbed her chin and kissed him tenderly.

The bed was Zhang Sinian from nap to big, double bed, but still a little small. However, Yun Shu always got into Zhang Sinian's arms when he slept, and the bed was smaller, and the two of them pressed closer together.

The worries for so long were finally resolved today, Yun Shu was not drowsy and moved about in bed.

Parents slept next door, Zhang Sinian had no idea of ​​doing that, but he was rubbed by the little girl abruptly, causing some fire.

Zhang Sinian turned over and suppressed Yun Shu who was moving. The bed of some years creaked.

The voice was a bit loud, and both of them were dumbfounded.

Zhang Sinian leaned over to look at her, his eyes deep, and finally nodded her forehead sternly: "Be calm and sleep well."

When I turned over and lay down, the bed made a creak again.

Yun Shu didn't dare to move, but still couldn't sleep, nestled in Zhang Sinian's arms, lazily playing with his hair.

Zhang Sinian's sleep time has always been accurate, and now he has some sleepiness, his eyes are half-closed, and the thick eyelashes under the light cast a faint shadow.

Yun Shu was bored to count his eyelashes.

On one side, there was a chat with Zhang Sinian.

"Mr. Zhang."

"Um."

"Let's take pictures every year from now on. Then make a photo album."

"Okay." Zhang Sinian's voice was already a little low, and he swept her into his arms.

"Take one every year during the Chinese New Year. Take one for your birthday, and one for my birthday..." Yun Shu said with his fingers.

Seeing that Zhang Sinian was sleepy, his voice became lower and lower: "In the future... if there is a baby, I will also take pictures for the baby's birthday."

Zhang Si replied in a low voice: "Go to sleep, it's late, be good."

"I can't sleep." Yun Shu tugged at his neckline and acted like a baby.

"Close your eyes first."

"Closed."

"Close your mouth."

"Yeah." Yun Shu said with a nasal sound.

Then I felt the quilt move, and the bed rang slightly-the bedside lamp was also turned off.

In the dark, a warm touch came from his forehead.

Zhang Sinian's voice was a little low, with a dim sleepiness: "Go to sleep, baby."

Yun Shu leaned against Zhang Sinian's arms, in the darkness, listening to the even breathing of the person next to his pillow, he fell asleep at some point.