Gu Nanjue was surprised, his shining black pupils shrank, and after a long time he said: "It sounds like I love her very much."
At this time, they had already arrived in front of the car. Xiao Liu went to open the door and said, "My eldest son, you used to be very kind to your wife."
"How good is it?"
Xiaoliu thought for a while and said: "It's the kind that is said to be one that is afraid of melting when held in the mouth, and afraid of falling when held in the hand."
I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because what Xiaoliu said made the man¡¯s heart feel good, but the nagging pain in Gu Nanjue¡¯s heart seemed to be getting better.
He looked up at the falling snowflakes above his head, and his voice was as soft as dissipating in the wind, "It's so good."
Xiaoliu felt that his eldest son was particularly sentimental tonight, which made people feel distressed just looking at him.
He said to the man: "Well, okay, our old ladies are all jealous. When your wife eats fish, you pick the thorns, when she eats shrimps, you peel the shells, when she walks, you hug her, when she feels cold, you cover her"
It turned out that he had treated her so kindly and carefully cared for her in the past.
No wonder, after receiving the bad news that he had died in battle, she still gritted her teeth and stayed in the Gu family and gave birth to a posthumous son.
Gu Nanjue got in the car and looked out the window at the city streets that were far and near, trying to find the beauty that he had also lost in these familiar yet unfamiliar street scenes.
After the car drove out for a long time, he suddenly asked Xiaoliu: "Where is Chang'an Street?"
"My eldest son, Chang'an Street has long since disappeared. It used to be an ancient street near the campus of Peking University. Later, the capital city reorganized its main urban planning, and Chang'an Street was renamed Dong'an Street. At that time, my wife was still from Peking University. postgraduate."
"Then go to Dong'an Street."
Xiaoliu was a little surprised, "Master, it's snowing heavily now. It's already so late. Why don't you go take a look tomorrow?"
For some reason, Gu Nanjue wanted to go there right now, "Now!"
Xiao Liu turned a corner at the traffic light and drove towards Dong'an Street.
Gu Nanjue looked out the window all the way, looking at the dimly lit end, as if he could travel through the time and space tunnel and recall those familiar moments.
"How did I meet her?"
"The hotel." Xiaoliu showed his inexhaustible knowledge and said: "One time when the New Year's Eve was approaching, you had just completed a mission and were very tired. You thought there were too many people and noisy at the New Year's Eve in the old house, so you stayed in the hotel. I opened a room to rest. I don¡¯t know exactly how my wife and you sparked off in the hotel. Anyway, when I brought you breakfast in the morning, your wife had already fallen asleep."
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Gu Nanjue squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, "Are you sure she didn't sleep with me?"
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"After that, a flash marriage?"
Xiaoliu nodded: "Yes. When you had a flash wedding, you made the old man of the Gu Sheng family very angry. You don't even know how long the old man's face was at that time."
The man seemed not to have heard what Xiaoliu was saying, and said for no reason, "Why the flash marriage?"
This Xiao Liu really didn¡¯t know. He felt that the eldest son of his family was a little depressed, so he picked something nice and said, "Maybe my wife thinks you are good and you are the man she wants to love. She is afraid that you are too popular and will be attracted by other women." If they were robbed, they would strike first."
Gu Nanjue pursed her thin lips, "Didn't you say that she loved Uncle Yao Wen to death?"
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