Chapter 402: I, Jiang Beiyuan, live forever

In the afternoon, Jiang Beiyuan drove back to her mother's house with words.
She has been entangled with Jiang Ting's affairs, and almost forgot the anniversary of Yan Yuming's death.
The man next to him changed his clothes. He smelled of mint shower gel. He had a black turtleneck sweater. The material was very good. It set off his firm and stylish chin, with smooth lines.
Yan Nian read a deep sentence in a book before:
The most luxurious people in the world are those who are willing to spend time with you. Anyone's time is valuable, and giving time to you is equivalent to giving your world to you.
At this moment, she finally understood the meaning of that sentence.
The best love is the long-flowing company.
"Thank you for staying with me." She turned her head and looked at his face, hoping that time would freeze at this moment.
"Between husband and wife, don't say thanks."
Jiang Beiyuan stretched out his hand and patted the top of her head, a soft smile appeared on his lips.
The car reached its destination.
When Yannian returned home, Ma Xueyan was not at home. Today is Yan Yuming's death day. She is not at home. Yannian feels wronged and angry. Compared with his harsh and tall father, this mother seems to have no meaning.
She and Jiang Beiyuan went to the cemetery together.
Early winter is approaching, and the wind is bitter, and the vegetation of Fengze becomes bleak.
On a tombstone at the end of the cemetery, the old man in the photo has a firm face, slightly pale sideburns, but his eyes are full of vigorous, intelligent smiles.
This is the tomb of Yannian's father, Yanyuming.
Yannian held two bouquets of white chrysanthemum and calla lilies in front of the tombstone.
Jiang Beiyuan stood behind Yannian, bent over to tie her scarf, and wrapped her neck several times.
"Dad, tell you about it,"
Yannian turned her eyes slightly and said, "This is my husband, you know him, he is Jiang Ting, the one who taught me as a tutor in junior high school, he is now called Jiang Beiyuan, but they are all equally good to me."
"Good~"
The tall man pressed her back against her, rubbing her from behind, like a Siamese baby who didn't want to separate for a lifetime.
Yannian turned her head to look at him, her face strained, pretending to be unhappy, "Hey, don't you want to say a few words to your father-in-law?"
"..."
Jiang Beiyuan hooked the corner of his mouth, let go of his words, and walked around in front of her.
Under her gaze, he knelt on one knee, handed a bottle of sake, and sprinkled it in front of the tombstone.
"dad."
He said every word.
So far, only two people have kneeled like this.
One is Yan Nian, and the other is Yan Yu Ming.
Jiang Beiyuan raised the wine glass in his hand.
"Thank you for raising such a good daughter, Jiang Beiyuan, I will live forever."
"..."
Yannian's eyes were red again.
This guy 80% is deliberate.
She turned around and sniffed, and then landed on one knee with him, and opened her mouth jokingly, "Ms. Jiang's mouth is smeared with honey. I can say it in front of my father-in-law. I don’t know if it’s true. of."
"I can't really wait for you for ten years?"
"Cut, have you heard of the ten-year itch?"
"Idiot, that's a seven-year itch."
Jiang Beiyuan knocked her forehead, his eyes were pampering and indulgent.
Is it the seven-year itch?
Yannian started counting with her fingers, Jiang Beiyuan couldn't stand it, and took her counting hand to her lips and kissed.
"It's all sincere. As long as I live, I can always treat you well."
"You are stupid, what are you saying about being alive or not, hurry up, bah, bah,"
She pucked three times for him, and when she retracted her hand, she gave him a vigorous blow, which happened to hit Jiang Beiyuan in the stomach.