Song Yiyuan closed the marriage certificate and wanted to put it in his military uniform certificate.
"Give me the marriage certificate and keep it here."
Lin Qingqing reached out to Song Yiyuan, it was safest to leave it in the space.
"Okay."
The car started, and with smiles on their faces, both of them headed to the military compound.
Song Yiyuan has not been home for almost two years. He is eager to return home and the car speeds up unconsciously.
Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the gate of the compound.
Song Yiyuan handed his officer ID card to the soldier on guard: "I am a family member of Chief of Staff Song. I just came back from the army to visit relatives."
The soldier on guard took the officer ID card and looked at it Look, I glanced around the car a few more times, and when I saw something in the back seat, surprise flashed in my eyes.
Driving a car from the Kyoto Military Region, and still holding the rank of colonel, this son of the Song family is extraordinary.
The soldier sighed in his heart, walked to the driver's seat and handed Song Yiyuan his military ID card.
He opened the door and gave a military salute to the car that drove in.
The car drove into the compound and turned right at the end, which is the Song family.
The Song family lived in the first house in the last row of the military compound. There was a car parked at the door, belonging to Song's father. Song Yiyuan stopped next to the car.
Song Chengyu, Song Lingle and Song Chengting who were playing at the intersection saw a car stopping in front of their house and they all stood up and stared at the car.
When Song Chengyu saw Song Yiyuan getting out of the car, he ran away and ran home.
Running and shouting: "Uncle is back, uncle is back..."
But Song Lingle and Song Chengting were still standing there blankly, four of them. One is more than three years old. They were just born when Song Yiyuan left, and there was no "brother-in-law" in their minds.
Song Yiyuan got out of the car first and drove Lin Qingqing, then took a look at his house. There was no change in the past two years.
Lin Qingqing followed his gaze and saw that the two-story building had tough and majestic lines, the exterior walls were based on beige gray, and there was a load-bearing column under the corridor, which complemented the steady and tough look of a soldier.
There are also bright flowers and neatly trimmed green plants planted at the entrance of the building. The overall style looks like a shadow of a military auditorium.
The two huanghuali wood doors are open, and you can see the entrance and part of the decoration inside.
The next second, a crowd of people poured out of the entrance, blocking the door completely in darkness.
The news from Song Chengyu just now made the Song family unable to sit still, and they all came out to greet Song Yiyuan.
Except for Grandpa Song, who couldn't put his face down and came out in a hurry, and Wu Fangnian, who couldn't leave while cooking in the kitchen, everyone else came out.
Everyone wants to see what Song Yiyuan’s wife looks like.
Grandma Song was supported by Father Song and walked at the front of the crowd., followed by Song's mother, the eldest and the third couple of the Song family.
Song Chengyu was completely squeezed out of the crowd and walked at the back.
Song Yiyuan saw a bunch of people coming out of his home, and he pulled Lin Qingqing and walked towards the crowd.
"Grandma, parents, eldest brother and sister-in-law, third brother and third sister-in-law."
Song Yiyuan called out according to seniority.
Grandma Song pushed away Father Song’s support and walked to Song Yiyuan with steady steps. She was seventy-eight years old, her waist was slightly bent, and she could still look at Lin Qingqing’s level. She was also taller when she was young. Quite high.
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She looked at Lin Qingqing's face and suddenly laughed: "Xiaosi, the wife you found is prettier than any of the girls in Kyoto."
"What's your name?"
Lin Qingqing smiled sweetly and her voice became softer: "Grandma, my name is Qingqing."
The cry of "grandma" made Grandma Song happy, and she smiled with folds all over her face. He took Lin Qingqing's arm and walked into the house.
"Daughter-in-law, let's go home with me. Are you tired from coming here yesterday?"
She left the others where they were, and Lin Qingqing was also confused. She hadn't followed her yet. My parents-in-law are saying hello.
Song's mother stood next to Song's father. She was shocked from the first moment she saw Lin Qingqing.
His facial features are beyond words beautiful, his smile is bright, and his whole person is humble and polite. He is a perfect match to stand with his son.
Isn’t this appearance and temperament her ideal daughter-in-law?
Her skin is as white and tender as snow, and there is nothing wrong with her figure.
She thought she would see a rustic rural girl who liked to glance around and yell at everything she saw.
This, this, this... looks better than the previous three daughters-in-law.
"How about it? You can't just listen to what others say, but you have to see for yourself?" Song's father looked at his wife's shocked expression. After being together for decades, she still didn't know what she wanted. What?
Song’s mother didn’t seem to hear Song’s father’s teasing. She walked quickly to Song Yiyuan, took his arm and turned away from the others, and asked in a low voice: "Have you changed someone? This is not the same as before. Is that the girl you're talking about?"
Song Yiyuan frowned: "Mom, can I change my wife at will? She has always been Qingqing. Don't misunderstand me."
Only then did Song's mother realize that the name Xiao Si's new daughter-in-law had just told her mother-in-law was Qingqing.
Song Yunhui, the eldest son of the Song family, came over and said with a smile: "You didn't get married until now. It turned out that you were waiting for someone to be top-notch."
Song Yunhai also said: "Yes. It's a good thing that you are good-looking, otherwise the girl would really look down on you."
It seems that the Song family has a good impression of Lin Qingqing and approves of it.
"It's fate." Song Yiyuan's smile reached behind his ears.
Seeing him like this, the Song family knew that the two of them had a great relationship.
They are also happy that their younger brother, who has long passed the marriageable age, has found such a good wife.
Song Yiyuan walked to the back seat of the car, opened the door, and called his two brothers over.
"Brother, third brother, help me carry my things quickly. Qingqing has brought gifts for everyone in the family."
"You can't do it alone with your arm strength. I It seems you just want to show off." Song Yunhai said this and walked over with a smile.
As soon as he finished saying this, he was slapped hard by Song Yunhui's words.
"How much did you buy?" Song Yunhui exclaimed.
When the other members of the Song family heard the exaggerated expression on the steady Song Yunhui's face, they all came over to take a look.
The back seat is packed to the brim.
Song Yiyuan bent down and carried something out, stuffed it into Song Yunhai's hand, and corrected his elder brother: "It wasn't us, Qingqing bought it."
He deliberately emphasized again once.