90 Days of Spring: Eighty-fifth day

Yaoyao has been a little troubled recently, since she came to Guishui for the first time, Uncle Wei Ling never slept with her on the same bed again.

She specifically asked her mother about this, and her mother said that this is something that every girl's family has to go through, which proves that they are already big girls and can marry and have children.

But Yaoyao doesn't want to marry someone else, she just wants to be with Uncle Wei Ling.

She has never left Wei Ling since she was a child, and in her subconscious, she will always be like this in the future. Does she have to get married? If you have to marry, can you marry Uncle Wei Ling?

Yaoyao originally thought that A Niang would object, but unexpectedly she nodded cheerfully, "Of course."

On the contrary, Aye's face turned black, and he disagreed with everything, "No."

"Why?" Miaomiao said angrily, always feeling that he had a deep prejudice against Wei Ling, "Wei Ling will definitely treat Yaoyao very well!"

Yang Fu felt a headache, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, "It's not the problem."

She asked again: "What's the problem?"

Yang Fu glanced at the slim young girl in front of him, his eldest daughter, who resembled her mother the most, she was so beautiful and charming, she was too cheap no matter how you looked at it. What's more, Yaoyao is only fourteen years old, Wei Ling...he doesn't know how old he is!

The age difference between the two is too big, Yang Fu can't accept it, "Wei Ling is her uncle."

Miaomiao pouted, "They are not related by blood."

Yang Fu was unmoved, "In short, I don't agree."

That's it, Aye and Aye have been arguing for a long time without any results, and finally ended with Aye getting angry. Of course, Aye had to do everything possible to coax her afterwards. Yaoyao has been back to the capital from time to time in the past few years. The more she grows up, the more she wants to stay with her parents. What's more, her mother gave her three younger brothers and a younger sister. They are all cute and sensible, and she is reluctant to leave.

This time she begged Uncle Wei Ling for a long time before he agreed to stay in the capital for a few more days. She went to the palace to meet her brothers and sisters almost every day, and did not return to the inn until evening.

Yaoyao looked at the Linghuamen in front of her, they used to live in the same room, when did they start sleeping in separate rooms?

She turned melancholy and walked into the next room.

Not long after the door was knocked, Wei Ling asked her to go down to eat, Yaoyao gathered up her mood and followed, "Uncle Wei Ling, where did you go today?"

When she enters the palace, Wei Ling usually doesn't go with her, and she doesn't know where he goes. Recently, the relationship between her and Wei Ling is not as good as before. It seems that they are getting farther and farther away. In the past, she could cling to him anyway, but now he will avoid her, and he is not as close to her as before.

Why is this happening? Yaoyao couldn't understand, did Uncle Wei Ling not like her anymore?

Wei Ling walked down the stairs in front, and casually replied: "Go to Taiqing Lake and have a look."

Yaoyao followed his pace in two or three steps, and held his hand, "Why don't you go with me? I went to the palace today, Kang Kang is so cute, don't you really want to go and see it? "

The little girl blinked her big eyes with anticipation, her lips were curved, and she was beautiful.

The naive and ignorant little girl grew up into a big girl unknowingly. He watched her grow up little by little, and her appearance became more and more beautiful.

Wei Ling withdrew her gaze and walked ahead calmly, "No."

Leaving Yaoyao behind to look at his back, she pursed her mouth in displeasure. Uncle Wei Ling still hasn't changed at all, not only his appearance hasn't aged, but his temper is still exactly the same as before, smelly and hard. I'm afraid she is the only one who doesn't dislike him anymore, why doesn't he know how to cherish it?

Yaoyao was sitting on the square table opposite him, and she didn't eat after the waiter served the dishes, she rested her chin and stared at Wei Ling intently, without saying a word.

Wei Ling naturally noticed her gaze, and asked helplessly, "What's the matter?"

Yaoyao pursed her lower lip and cut straight to the point, "Uncle Wei Ling, do you still like my mother?"

Wei Ling's movement of pouring tea froze, and she raised her eyes to look at her, her eyes were a little dazed, and then her brows were lowered, "What?"

Yaoyao bit her lips and smiled, "You never admit it, but I know that you like my mother, and you almost lost your life because of my mother."

When she was young, she had only a vague concept of liking the word. Grandpa Donghai told her that Uncle Wei Ling liked Aunt, so she had the right to listen to it as something new. As she grew older, those memories were dug out little by little and ingrained in her mind so that everything could be associated with it.

For example, if Wei Ling doesn't go to the palace, does that mean she hasn't let go of her mother yet? Was it because of his mother that he loved himself so much back then?

The more Yaoyao thought about it, the more her heart became blocked. She couldn't tell what it was like, she just felt stuffy and didn't want to hear such an answer. But she still couldn't help asking, and it dawned on her the moment she spoke, that she liked Uncle Wei Ling, not the love she admired and admired when she was a child, but the love women love men.

Wei Ling's face was calm, "You also said that was once."

But Yaoyao is not willing to give up, she must ask the truth, "Then why don't you go to the palace, aren't you afraid of seeing grandma?"

Wei Ling looked at her, lifted her lips and smiled and asked, "What are you asking for?"

Yaoyao was at a loss for words, he hesitated: "I..."

He got up and went upstairs, he hardly ate much of the meal, "If nothing happens, we will leave the capital in a few days and go to the Jiangxi area."

Yaoyao let out an oh, lowered her head and picked at the white rice in the bowl, secretly entangled with her discovery just now.

For so many years, she always thought that she treated Wei Ling with family affection and admiration, but she never thought it was love. She likes Uncle Wei Ling, and wanting to marry him is not a joke, but does his reaction just now mean that he hasn't let go of his mother?

What's more, Aye is so opposed, even if Wei Ling likes her, it will be very difficult for them to be together.

Yaoyao took a big mouthful of rice, her cheeks were bulging, she chewed the rice aggressively, turning her troubles into appetite.

A tall and slender man walked into the entrance of the inn, Yaoyao glanced at it but didn't take it seriously, and continued to eat the food in front of him. It wasn't until the man stopped in front of her that she realized something was wrong after a long time, she swallowed the food in her mouth and looked up for no reason.

The man in the black robe had cold facial features, straight and handsome, just staring at her face steadfastly, without speaking.

Yaoyao looked around, there seemed to be no seats left, and she thought he was here for dinner, so she smiled convincingly: "There's no one here, you can sit down, I'll finish eating in a while."

The man really sat down opposite her, Yaoyao became more determined, quickly finished the food in the bowl, wiped her mouth in a hurry, and went upstairs.

Unexpectedly, when he walked past him, his wrist was tightly grasped. His hand was so strong that Yaoyao's wrist hurt slightly, "What are you doing?"

Seeing her frown, the man quickly let go, and followed her up: "Have you been to Yangzhou?"

Yaoyao has been to many places over the years, almost the entire territory of Da Viet was visited by her, so she nodded without thinking, "I have been."

He asked again: "Ten years ago?"

She can't remember things from such a long time ago. Yaoyao wanted to fool him casually, but seeing his serious face, she finally felt embarrassed to leave. She raised her brows and thought about it, and finally remembered that she had indeed been to Yangzhou with Wei Ling ten years ago, and that was the first place they went after they left the capital.

She bent her eyes and smiled slightly, "How do you know?"

The man's stern brows and eyes softened a bit, and he looked a little awkward, "Do you remember saving a boy in Yangzhou?"

Yaoyao thought about it for a while, her memories were fragmented, and she managed to piece them together.

She did save a boy who was beaten up in the alley, but she forgot it in a blink of an eye, and when he mentioned it, she was shocked and stunned: "It's you?"

He nodded and chuckled, "It's me, my name is Cheng Fei."

*

Talked a few words with Cheng Fei downstairs, and learned that he also happened to pass by the capital, and he didn't expect to meet here, so he also booked a room in this inn, as if to repay the past with his words The grace of meat buns.

Yaoyao was in a much happier mood, but as soon as she stopped at the door of Wei Ling's room, she began to feel melancholy.

How can Uncle Wei Ling know that she likes him?

She knocked lightly on the door twice, but there was no response from inside. She must be sleeping, right? It was too early, she returned to her room disappointed, and asked the clerk to bring up several buckets of hot water, intending to take a hot bath to relieve the fatigue of the whole day.

Yaoyao took off her clothes and sat in the bathtub, looked down at the two lumps of cream under the water, stretched out her hand to touch it lightly, it still hurt a little. These days they have grown bigger and bigger, round and upturned, she tried to hold them, but she couldn't control them with one hand.

But it will hurt. She told Wei Ling about these things once, and Wei Ling's face turned green at that time, so she asked her to go into the palace to ask her mother.

After the mother explained to her, she didn't know what was going on.

But why can't you ask Uncle Wei Ling about these things, because he doesn't have one? Men and women seem to be really different. Wei Ling's chest is flat, without any ups and downs, but her chest is getting bigger and bigger, and even she can't help but blush when she sees it.

Thinking about it, Yaoyao closed her eyes and fell asleep, curled up wearily in the tub, as if she was really tired.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and it sounded again after a short pause. Before anyone opened the door, it was convenient for him to push the door and enter. There was no one in the middle of the room, so Wei Ling walked behind the screen, and paused when she saw the little figure sleeping soundly in the tub. The water in the bucket was cold, and if she continued to soak, she might catch a cold. He stepped forward and carried her out of the water, and put her on the bed inside.

The little girl was wet all over, her fat and jade skin was like a fresh flower petal that was about to bloom, delicate and attractive.

Wei Ling picked up the towel to wipe off the water on her body, and was about to cover her with a quilt, but she woke up just in time.

"Uncle Wei Ling?" Yaoyao moaned, her sleep sound soft.

Wei Ling froze, and quickly wrapped her tightly, "Take a good rest."

He wanted to see if she was resting, but when he was downstairs, his attitude was too cold to prevent her from thinking wildly, so he came to check, but he didn't expect that the little girl had already fallen asleep heartlessly.

Yaoyao grabs his arm, "Did you see me all just now?"

Wei Ling turned around, looking a little at a loss.

She hadn't woken up yet, her mind was full of today's affairs, and she suddenly remembered the conversation she had with her parents in the palace, "Aniang said that the body of the daughter's family should not be looked at by others, and she can only show it to her husband after she gets married. Look, Uncle Ling, what should I do?"

Wei Ling's black pupils sank, and it took him a long time to ask, "Married?"

She rubbed her eyes, "I'm about to reach Ji, and after I do, I should get married." She elaborated, "After I get married, I won't be able to travel with Uncle Wei Ling anymore."

Wei Ling froze, unable to speak for a long time.

She said she was going to get married?

Yeah, why did he forget that she can't be a tail behind him all her life, she always wants to marry and have children.

It's all because she used to say that she would stay with Uncle Wei Ling all her life when she was a child, so that he subconsciously always thought that this was his little padded jacket, and it should be his for the rest of his life, so he could only stay by his side. But there will always be a day when she will marry and have a child... Who will that person be if she marries and has a child?

Looking at this pretty little face, Wei Ling held her hand instead, feeling extremely depressed.

*

After going downstairs the next day, there was another person on the table, and this person Wei Ling had never seen before.

Yaoyao has no memory of what happened last night, and enthusiastically introduces Cheng Fei's background to Wei Ling. She described the incident of saving lives in Yangzhou ten years ago vividly. Even the chance encounter yesterday became a great fate.

He stared at Cheng Fei for a while, and said bluntly: "If you really want to pursue it, the one who saved you should be mine, and you should come to me if you want to repay your kindness."

Cheng Fei was expressionless, "Without those pastries, I'm afraid I would have starved to death."

Yaoyao is a self-acquaintance, and she has become very familiar with him in one night, she proudly raised her nose, "Uncle Wei Ling, don't take credit from me."

Cheng Fei froze slightly when serving tea, "Is he your uncle?"

Yaoyao nodded, "Yes."

When the words came out, Cheng Fei was visibly relieved, since he was his uncle, there was nothing to threaten him.

Wei Ling frowned, and added quietly: "No."

Cheng Fei raised his eyes, not knowing what it meant.

He bent his lips and sneered, "I'm not her uncle."

How could he not see what this person in front of him was thinking? Under the guise of repaying favors, he is actually plotting against his little padded jacket. Do you think he is blind?

Before Cheng Fei opened his mouth, Yaoyao was really anxious, thinking that he didn't recognize her and wanted to sever ties with her, so she stood up and asked, "Why not? Then what are you to me?"

Wei Ling was stopped by the question and began to think seriously about such a question.

What has he always thought of her? Isn't it my little niece?

But they are clearly not related by blood.

In the past few days, Yaoyao felt very wronged by his estrangement from herself, and the uneasiness that had come over these days, she silently glanced at him and turned to leave. She didn't even care about breakfast, she just wanted to go out for a walk alone, so as not to stay here getting more and more boring.

Cheng Fei glanced at Wei Ling, got up and followed Yaoyao's footsteps.

*

It took the two of them a long time to go out, and it was not until the sun was setting that they heard the sound of going upstairs.

The mullion door was wide open, and his room was facing the stairs. Wei Ling sat behind the round table, quietly watching the two people walking side by side. Yaoyao seemed to be in a good mood, she gesticulated what she saw on the street with frowned eyebrows, said while smiling at Cheng Fei beside her, her laughter was like a bell.

She has always been so lively, so it turns out that she is not only like this in front of him alone, but she will also show such a happy smile when she is beside other men.

Suddenly, what she said last night flashed across her mind. She said that she would marry someone sooner or later, and then she would leave him and live with someone else.

That was his little padded jacket, how could he let this happen?

The figure of the two of them walking together was particularly obtrusive, Wei Ling seemed to have figured out something, she closed her eyes and smiled, her cold eyes suddenly relaxed.

Yaoyao's room is in the corridor. When she reached the second floor, she subconsciously turned her head. Seeing Wei Ling's quiet eyes, she froze for a moment, pursed her lips, and wanted to go inside. Cheng Fei stood beside her, looking after her.

Wei Ling sat still, "Where did you go?"

Yaoyao puffed up her cheeks, "I won't tell you."

As he spoke, he didn't care why he deliberately opened the door, turned his head and walked to his room. Wei Ling got up and walked to the door, held her wrist and raised her lips: "Is there anything you can't tell uncle?"

Yaoyao snorted, "You are not my uncle!"

Besides, he said it himself, and he himself denied it first!

"That's right." Wei Ling smiled slightly, and brought her to the door with a forceful hand, raised her eyes to look at Cheng Fei who was standing outside the door, and closed the door in front of him.

He trapped Yaoyao between the door panel and his body, lowered his head to meet her angry eyes, he was angry, but more out of love for the little girl, "Then I won't be your uncle from now on. "

Yaoyao stared at him puzzled, what do you mean?

Wei Ling cupped her cheek, and kissed her tender cherry lips under her suspicious eyes.

Yaoyao froze suddenly, her eyes widened in surprise.