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Lift your skull!

Oh no, it's lifting your red head... it's also wrong, it's a white veil!

When lifted slightly, Song Shuhang saw a delicate little face, sober and elegant, with only a very faint makeup, a beautiful beauty. Although she was generally slightly British, she had a beautiful sense of softness between her eyebrows, which melted away her English temperament.

When I saw this face, Song Shuhang was confused - not any girl he could remember? Who is she?

Song Shuhang only felt that this face seemed familiar, but I can't remember where this girl had seen it for a while.

Wait, it's not about the mysterious island memory that disappeared? Or the girl you met in your disappeared four-year memory?

Song Shuhang thought so, slowly lifting the white veil up again... Eh, something seems wrong.

Where's the hair?

Where's the bride's hair? The white veil has been lifted to the ear position, but still no dark hair has been seen. Isn't this the right place to see the bride's bright black hair?

It always feels bad.

Song Shuhang lifted the white gauze slightly more. If it had been lifted up, it would have hung on the bride's hair and dragged it behind the bride. It was beautiful.

But when Song Shuhang lifted this, the white veil had no hair to hang, and it was all lifted up at once.

The next moment, a bright big bald head appeared in front of Song Shuhang's eyes. Plus, the lights on the wedding church are bright, and this bright bald head all of a sudden reflects an eye-catching light.

Cough... where's the bright black hair you promised?

Song Shu sailor grabbed the white veil and hung it halfway back to the bride's head.

The beautiful bride did not panic, her mouth was still that mysterious smile, calm.

“Let's bless this pair of newcomers!” The priest's psychological qualities are leveraged, and he claps his hands hard to get all the family and friends in the church to clap hard, cheer and bless.

Song Shuhang's mind was blank at this time, only one bright bald head, with various angles, released ‘light refractive light wave’ to his brain, this terrible light wave, shot Song Shuhang stunned.

A moment later, he suddenly flashed.

I remember! He remembers where he met his‘ fiancée ’.

Isn't this the nine-light nun the onion lady remembers?

Why are you suddenly in front of yourself and married to yourself? Are you kidding me? I only saw her once in my dream. Though in the memory of the onion woman, she cracked herself up with the onion woman.

But it's just a dream!

Why did she come here and marry herself? Director, who made this script, pull it out and chop it up, chop it up and whip it up.

No, wait, let me calm down.

Did you meet her on Mysterious Island?

Because in my memory, there is a cause-and-effect line between me, Onion and her in Sky City.

And then, because I promised her my whole life on Mysterious Island?

It's quite possible, damn it, why all the memories on Mystic Island are gone, even leaving a trace of me is not so passive.

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……

Song Shuhang has all kinds of confusion in his mind.

In front of him, from the beginning to the end, 'The Last Wife’, oh wrong, now ‘The Married Wife’, didn't say a word.

That's it, the wedding is over.

Song Shuhang and ‘Wife', escorted by family and friends, entered the cave room - there should have been scenes such as the bride and groom going out to toast.

But because Song Shuhang has a history of ‘dementia’ for four years, all these processes have been saved. Everyone understands.

Next, the cave?

Is this the rhythm of the bride? Isn't it harmonious to be so strictly regulated?

At this time, the wife made a soft voice: "Book voyage. ”

“Well, I'm here.” Song Shuhang replied rigidly.

“Spring and evening are worth a thousand gold, let's have a baby.” The wife had no expression on her face, but her cheeks were red and she looked shy.

“This is a little too soon, isn't it? The birth of a child is a lifetime thing.” Song Shuhang swallowed his saliva: “At least let me figure out what happened in the last four years? Like what happened to us on Mystic Island? You should know, I don't have that part of my memory. ”

“None of this is a big deal, and I've got a lifetime to explain it to you, so don't talk too much. Come on, let's hold hands.” The wife took off her white wedding gloves and handed them to Song Shuhang.

“Holding hands?” Song Shuhang questioned the front, holding his wife's small hand.

“Well, then you can have a baby.” The wife replied seriously.

“What?” Song Shuhang looked incredible.

“That's the rule now, even if it's a cave house, we can't do anything. It will be harmonious, at most, we will hold hands and when we are done... we will be able to have children.” Wife shy: “By the way, I'm going to have a gentleman boy and then a girl. ”

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Song Shuhang felt his brain burning.

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……

Time flies by?

In a blink of an eye, ten months have passed.

Yes, that's right... it's blink time. Song Shuhang held his wife's small white hand and blinked. He then appeared in the hospital maternity ward.

The wife lay on the bed with a weak face, her eyes softly staring at him.

Papa Song and Mama Song looked exaggerated and smiled.

Mother Song smiled happily: "Where's the boy? The kid's dad, he's a boy. We hugged our grandchildren. ”

“Ha, it's not easy. Look at this kid's nose. It looks like an elephant book trip. This little face, round is so cute.” Daddy Song's palms lightly lit over the baby's face, but he didn't dare to touch the baby's skin with his fingers, afraid of hurting the child.

Song Shuhang: “…”

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

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Time continues to fly by.

In another blink of an eye, Song Shuhang found that his son had grown up and was two years old. Riding around his neck, screaming joyfully.

He stood in the backyard with his son grabbing bamboo leaves. By his side, the mysterious wife smiled quietly.

She actually had dark blue silk hair with her head. Not long, shoulders, but nice! Long hair grinds her face and adds softness to her eyebrows.

“Book voyage.” Quiet wife Judo: “Hold hands again, this time, the concubine wants to have a lovely girl. ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Then he resolutely reached out and held his wife's small hand and shook it.

Next, he blinked his own eyes proactively and forcefully.

Well, time flies again, eyes close, eyes open, ten months later.

He appeared again in the hospital, his three-year-old son, still riding around his neck, his adorable eyes staring at his mother in bed.

My wife lay weak in bed, happy in the face: "Book sailing, this time it's a daughter, do you like her? ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Mommy Song laughed proudly: "Daughter, it's my daughter. Granddaughter. ”

“My granddaughter is good, my granddaughter is sweet, not as skinny as my grandson.” Daddy Song rubbed his hands together and looked carefully at the baby in Song's hands.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

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……

Song Shuhang took the initiative to blink his eyes again.

This time, the time span is bigger, three years.

My six-year-old son has gone to school, and my three-year-old adorable daughter is dressed in beautiful clothes, with long ponytails, cute little boots, balloons in her hands, and playing with water in the little yard.

The wife gently stood aside, her long hair resting on her waist.

“Is it not over yet?” Song Shuhang sighed silently in his heart. Although he did not know what was going on, there was a clear problem with the world at hand.

He has secretly strangled himself, but this world is not a dream...

“Daddy, Daddy, aren't you happy?” At this time, the adorable three-year-old daughter ran over and held Song Shuhang's calf leg. She raised her head and revealed her big, slippery eyes.

“Huh?” Song Shuhang looked puzzled at his daughter.

“If you're not happy, Miao Miao can give you a smile, smile and you'll be happy, right?” The daughter gave a brilliant smile.

This is the smile of the goddess.

Song Shuhangton felt his whole life healed.

For a moment he felt that with such lovely daughters and sons, even if the world was full of strange places, he had the motivation to survive!

It's great to have a daughter.

Song Shuhang bent down and held his daughter.

Just as he was about to enjoy the interaction between his father and daughter and look at his daughter's adorable selling, all of a sudden he was in the dark.

When the light is restored, you are already present in a hugely familiar church.

Around, is obviously much older than Mom and Dad Song.

Daddy Song exclaimed: “Really fast, even Jen is getting married. It feels like yesterday, our stupid book voyage just got married. ”

Song Mama shushed: “The years are unforgiving. In the blink of an eye, Jen is about to have children. We're all going to hug our grandchildren. ”

Damn, I was just about to enjoy the adorable interaction with my daughter. Why is my son getting married all of a sudden? The time span is too big - give it back to my adorable daughter!

Besides, what seemed strange about Dad Song's words just now? Jen is my son... didn't he just want to get married? How come you even have kids?

That's the wrong logic!

Soon, Song Shuhang understood the answer.

After seeing her son 'Jen 'stepped on the red carpet, the bride arrived wearing a beautiful wedding dress, but her stomach drummed - Feng Zi married!

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

The wife grabbed his excited hand gently and smiled gently at him. At this time, her long hair was so long that it reached her thighs!