Han Yu was already married, shocking Lu Changping and Han Shuhui.

It was normal to have a wife at the age of 34, but what Han Shuhui was sad was that when Han Yu got married, she was actually in the valley and knew nothing.

He couldn't help feeling a little unhappy, and Lu Changping spoke to ease the somewhat stagnant atmosphere: "Are foreigners?"

"Chinese Americans."

"Northern or Southern?"

"Southern people."

Han Shuhui calmed down and asked slowly: "How long have you been married?"

“More than six years.”

The number year made Han Shuhui not speak for a while, and then spoke again, with a gentle sigh in her tone: "Do you have a good personality?"

"good."

A simple word was revealed from Han Yu's lips and teeth, but instead had a soft tone: "She doesn't say much, usually I say it, she listens. She doesn't laugh often, but occasionally smiles will make people laugh with her. The servants at home said that she is a very magical person."

After hearing his words, Han Shuhui and Lu Changping looked at each other and couldn't help but smile. It could be seen that Han Yu loved his wife very much.

Han Shuhui was still very happy that Han Yu was able to find the person he liked, "You didn't talk much at first, but you were willing to become a talkative person for her. From this point of view, that child is indeed very magical."

Lu Changping asked: "Have she returned to China with you this time?"

"We haven't come back together." This sentence can be said to be a pun, one in front and one after another, and it cannot be considered a return home together.

Han Shuhui felt a little regretful and looked at Han Yu: "If she returns to China next time, take her to sit at home." It cannot be denied that Han Shuhui became curious.

It’s not easy to capture Han Yu!

Lu Zichu lowered his head and ate dinner. His black eyes were like dark night, and he smiled: "It's really hard for you to marry for six years."

Han Yu seemed to be hungry, and he was eating slowly, and his words were even more relaxed: "There is no way, my private life is attracting attention. I always have to protect my wife. Sometimes it is inevitable that I will be low-key to deal with things."

The "Madam" hurts people more than a scorpion barb. When toxins enter the body, the first thing that is paralyzed was Lu Zichu's heart that had already lost the pain.

Lu Zichu looked up at him, and his deep eyes hid countless dark negative emotions, and said slowly: "Good flowers do not bloom often. No matter how beautiful the flowers bloom, they will wither and wither one day. You must be careful. The so-called happy marriage looks far away, and may be very short, short to fleeting. Many times, what deceives us is not reality, but occasionally blind eyes."

Han Yu's eyes fluttered, and his eyes were dark: "It doesn't matter whether his eyes are blind. What's important is that my wife is my last name, which is a fact that no one can change. And... Of course, marriage is far away, because we have spent six years together, and there are more six years waiting for us in the future. I am pious enough for this marriage and do not allow the so-called "shortness" in life. She is my Han Yu's wife, and she will be for the rest of her life."

At that moment, fire broke out in Lu Zichu's eyes like a dark night, with the danger that devoured everything.

Did Han Yu's malicious provocation at the dinner table cause Lu Zichu to lose his mind? No.

"Zichu, where are you going?" Han Shuhui frowned when she saw her son get up.

"I'm addicted to smoking, go out and smoke a cigarette." The voice came from afar, as if it was indifferent, but the back was a little stiff.

In the restaurant, Han Yu remained indifferent and continued to eat, saying casually: "I remember Zichu didn't smoke before."

"The smoking addiction has indeed become more serious in recent years." Han Shuhui forced a smile. Gu Sheng completely emptied all his son and developed the bad habit of smoking. It was from that time on.

"Auntie eats the food." Han Yu put the food into Han Shuhui's bowl, then picked up the food for Lu Changping, with a smile on his lips, but his eyebrows and eyes were all cold.

Look! Life has long polished them out of recognition, the past... what is there?

...

There are two antique lamps hanging in front of the Lu family's living room. The lampshade has a sense of vicissitudes of time, but the light bulbs emit new vitality. Tiny dust floats in the halo, and Lu Zichu leans on the door, with the shadow lengthening and projecting on the ground, and does not look lonely because someone is walking towards him.

Without looking back, he seemed to be interested in talking. He just stood there silently, with his body as jade, his figure slightly cold, as if he was carefully cut by time, and even the smoking movement was perfect.

Han Yu's eyes slid across his face and said lightly: "If you don't mind, can you give me a cigarette?"

Lu Zichu took out the cigarette box, shook it, and skillfully and accurately shook out a cigarette. Han Yu took it and clamped it between his fingers: "Borrow a fire."
Chapter completed!