Chapter 82:

Stockholm Grand Hotel, four o'clock in the morning.
Zhang Man talked about the past, and became more excited as he talked about it. Later, he couldn't sleep at all.
Anyway, the award ceremony is over, so I can sleep in tomorrow.
"Husband, it happened that I took a one-month holiday this time, and your school is temporarily out of work. We will stay in a hotel tomorrow and go to Italy the day after tomorrow, okay? You can go around the Mediterranean Sea, Spain, France, Croatia ..."
As she said, she gently shook the man's arm and leaned in front of him, her eyes bright: "Well, okay? After Chenchen was born, we rarely have two people in the world."
He is usually not busy at work, so is she. She has opened a psychiatric clinic in the Princeton area, and they usually have to accompany Chenchen after work.
Think about it, the last time two people went on a trip together, it was three years ago, in Cuba.
"Well, wherever you want to go, I will accompany you."
The man's tone is lower than when he was reading, and he has a charm that has accumulated over the years. The only thing that has not changed is the faint tenderness revealed in his words.
He said, turned on the bedside lamp, and turned to look at her.
I glanced at her, and suddenly he was taken aback for a long time.
Zhang Man was flustered when he saw him, and he covered his face: "What are you doing, what are your eyes... Did you see my crow's feet? I am thirty-five this year, and there is only one, just one! The long... is well maintained! You are not allowed to watch it, huh, most of the night, I don't have any makeup."
As she said, she turned around angrily: "Yes, you are so popular in your school. Many young and beautiful female students in their twenties are walking on the road and they don’t call you a professor, but a male god. , Do you look down on me now?"
That's what I said, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Of course she had the answer in her heart, but she just wanted to hear him say it over and over again.
"Man...", the man leaned over, held her face, and kissed, "You will have second and third crow's feet in the future, and I will also have age spots... We will all be old, thank you You can grow old with me."
He touched the crow's feet at the corner of her eye, his eyes getting deeper.
When I was young, I thought that when I loved you, I had reached the limit of love. But now I know that I love you more every day than the day before.
Hearing what Zhang Man said, he was a little angry at first. What is the second and third crow's feet?
But as I listened, I didn't know what happened, and my nose suddenly became sour.
Yes, they will grow old in the future, their hair will turn white, wrinkles will increase, their skin will be loose, and many age spots will grow.
However, growing old with him is her only long-cherished wish for so many years and so many years of hard work.
After she was moved, she still didn't forget his dazedness just now: "Then why did you look at me like that?"
Li Wei hugged the person, with a rare smile: "I saw you looking at me with bright eyes, and suddenly I thought of when we got married that year. I still remember that time, I put a ring on you, you Standing on the hotel stage, with so many relatives and friends, you looked at me so silly and brilliantly. After watching for a long time, you suddenly cried, and you forgot to put your ring on me."
That scene will never be forgotten in a lifetime.
Zhang Man pushed him: "Huh, you don't understand."
In his mind, the two have been together since the first year of high school, but she lived two lives.
Only she knows how difficult all this is.
However, she remembered that she didn't just cry at the wedding, she seemed to cry harder in the living room on the day before the wedding in Beijing.
...
It was their first time that night when Li Wei returned to China to meet Cheng Zimo.
In bed that day, Zhang Man obviously heard him propose to her, but for the next half month, he never mentioned it.
She tried several times in secret, but he avoided talking, which made her very frustrated, but the experiment and thesis had to do finishing work. She was so busy every day, she didn't want to pursue it.
At more than eight o'clock that evening, Zhang Man finally revised the final version of the paper in the laboratory and sent it to his boss.
She was lying on the table for a while, feeling a little depressed, and finally returned to the dormitory with a bunch of things.
In the dormitory, Liu Mumu was not playing games for the first time, but was writing a class report. He was a little surprised to see her come back.
"Manman, why are you back today? Haven't you been back to your two'love nest' recently?"
Zhang Man threw the pile of reference textbooks, laboratory manuals, and thick reference papers on the table, pinched his eyebrows wearily, and slumped in a chair.
"Don't mention him to me now..."
She was finally completely busy, and naturally remembered the legacy issues from before.
He... He really broke down after spending a year in the United States.
How could there be such a thing, that time when I said it well in bed, why didn't I mention it again? Didn't you just say it to sleep with her?
In fact, she believed him from the bottom of her heart, thinking that he might have forgotten, but it was somewhat uncomfortable.
Isn't it a big deal to propose marriage? How can you forget it after you finish talking?
Really, why didn't he forget anything else? Since their first time that time, he basically had to do with her every night...every time.
Liu Mumu heard her say this, and approached gossipingly: "Why, quarrel?"
Zhang Man really didn't know his heart, so he revealed one point: "You said... If a boy suddenly proposes, but he doesn't mention it again, what's the situation?"
She really had no experience with this kind of thing in her two lifetimes. Wasn't it straightforward when Uncle Xu and Zhang Huifang proposed marriage? How can I mention and forget...
However, Liu Mumu's focus is not at all this: "Fuck it, isn't it? The boss proposed to you? You are so young. Hey, wow...how did you ask?"
Zhang Man was a little blushed by her fiery eyes: "I didn't propose much, he just said suddenly that he was over 22 years old and asked me if I wanted to marry him..."
Liu Mumu continued his starry eyes: "Where? High-end restaurant? Candlelight dinner? Are there flowers and rings? My God, the boss is so rich, did you buy you a super diamond ring?"
Zhang Man opened his mouth and choked for a long time before he said: "No...I just said it at home."
"At home? When did you say that?"
"Just... just..." Zhang Man has such a thin face, how could he say he was on the bed, "Well, I said it during dinner."
"Uh, like this, would he just mention it casually, sweet talk, aren't men good at it? Just say, you two were originally a year earlier than normal school, and now you are at this age, why? Maybe get married so early?"
After she finished speaking, she comforted Zhang Man again: "Man Man, don't worry, he said that, it shows that he has this good wish to get married, which is good."
Zhang Man sighed.
Yes, maybe she took it too seriously.
At this time, another roommate, Chai Xiaochen, came back: "Zhang Man, your guy is waiting for you downstairs, haven't you received his call?"
Zhang Man picked up the phone and took a look, and sure enough, several missed calls. She just turned on the mute in the laboratory and didn't pay attention.
Although she was still a little angry, she quickly packed her things in her hands and rushed downstairs.
In the deep night, the teenager was standing downstairs wearing a baseball cap and black clothes, waiting for her quietly.
The moment he saw her, the light in his eyes was brighter than the street lamp behind him.
There are many students coming and going, and there are some graduate students who are wearing white lab coats and have just finished the experiment. He is obviously wearing the same black clothes as the night, but so conspicuous.
The corners of Zhang Man's mouth slowly raised.
Forget it, just treat it as sweet talk that day, don't care about him.
The matter of getting married will be long in Japan.
She walked over and took the boy's arm: "Boyfriend, I'm finally done with my work, and I can rest for a long, long time!"
The boy touched her head: "Well, I'm done too."
Zhang Man pouted when he heard the words. He was at home every day and didn't know what he was up to. He was so busy that he even forgot what he had said.
The boy lowered his head at this time, wanting to kiss her, but wearing a peaked hat, the brim of the hat hit her forehead.
Both of them were taken aback, and then both laughed.
After arriving home, Zhang Man collapsed on the sofa with exhaustion, and began to chat with the young man about the clutter of the recent paper ending.
"...The heating in the laboratory is broken. I keep working with a hot water bottle, and my hands are almost getting frostbite. Also, do you know? Our boss asked me to change five editions, God, is he? Human... a small part of the experiment results had problems before, and I almost couldn't finish it. Fortunately, fortunately, everything is now over..."
He warmed a cup of warm milk and brought it over without her hands at all. He carefully fed her water and wiped her mouth with a tissue after feeding.
"Thank you, Manman."
Zhang Man sat up and asked him for a kiss, and suddenly the light from the corner of his eye fell to the thick pile of things on the coffee table.
"what is this?"
She took a dark red one, made of hard material, like a folded cardboard, but the four corners were wrapped with delicate and soft silk, which was very delicate.
When I first entered the door, the light in the living room was not turned on. She squinted for a while with the light of the hallway, and then she saw the words on the outside of the jam.
On the dark red and elegant hollow carved cover, the names of the two of them are written, and they line up together, giving them a dignified and solemn feeling.
Zhang Man's heart suddenly started beating.
She stood up and turned on the crystal lamp in the living room. The light was a little dazzling at that moment.
She adjusted to it for a long time, shaking her hands to open the jam.
In it is his clear and powerful pen calligraphy.
"Submission: Mr. Chen Jun Taiqi. I would like to schedule a wedding ceremony for Ms. Zhang Man and Mr. Li Wei on April 1st (Saturday) of the Gregorian calendar. Please come here. Li Wei, please."
Next, she shivered and opened one after another.
He has always been careful and well-mannered, so many invitations are all handwritten by him, not only their high school classmates, but also teachers, and relatives from Uncle Xu.
Her heart beats fast, she raised her head and looked at the corner of the living room. There were neatly stacked gift boxes, probably the souvenirs he chose.
It turns out that these days, he is busy with this.
The young man suddenly held her hand, his voice still did not fluctuate, but the tail trembled slightly.
He was a little nervous.
"Manman, I went back to the United States on April 6th. I didn’t have much time to stay in China. Because I was worried that it would affect the progress of your thesis, I didn’t say anything. I booked the hotel in City N and discussed it with my uncle and aunt. Up."
When he saw her silent, he hugged her again, and said in a low voice: "The marriage partner is usually the man's parents or elders. I have invited my undergraduate tutor, Professor Li, the dean of the School of Physics, to be our marriage partner. He I have always been kind to me, and when I heard about it, I promised to spare time."
"Manman, time is rushed, maybe not so well prepared. I also know that we are still too young now, but..."
But he can’t wait to marry her.
He said dryly until now, he has not heard her response. He lowered his head and his voice was a little tight: "You promised last time, don't regret it."
In the quiet living room, under the bright crystal lamp, the tall young man suddenly took out a red velvet box from his jacket pocket, and then solemnly knelt on one knee.
"Marry me, Manman."
Zhang Man will never forget it forever. After hearing his words, she nodded desperately while crying.
Crying worse than at a formal wedding.