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Pick up your skull!

Oh, no, it’s picking up your red head...not right, it’s a white veil!

When I picked it up a little, Song Shuhang saw an exquisite little face, which was clear and elegant, and only had a very light makeup. It was a beautiful beauty. .?<. c[o<m[Although overall, it is slightly British, but there is a very soft feeling between her eyebrows, and she suddenly melts her breath.

When I saw this face, Song Shuhang was puzzled - not any girl in his impression? Who is she?

Song Shuhang only felt that this face seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember where the girl had seen it.

Waiting, will it not be related to the memory of the ‘mysterious island’ that has disappeared? Or is it the girl I met in my four-year memory that I have disappeared?

When Song Shuhang thought about it, he slowly picked up the white-headed yarn... Hey, I feel that something is wrong.

Head?

What about the head of the bride? They have already smashed the white gauze to the ear, but they still haven't seen a trace of black. This position is logically said, shouldn't you see a black and bright head of the bride?

I always feel a little bad.

Song Shuhang then slightly increased the white gauze. Originally, after the white veil was picked up, it could be hung on the bride's head and then dragged behind the bride. It was beautiful.

However, when Song Shuhang was awkward, the white-headed yarn had no head to hang, and it was suddenly opened.

The next moment, a bright big bald head appeared in front of Song Shuhang. In addition, the lights on the wedding church are very bright, and the bright bald head reflects the glare of the light.

Cough... Say good black and bright head?

Song Shuhang grabbed the white veil and hanged it back to the bride's head.

The beautiful bride did not panic, her mouth is still the mysterious smile, calm and calm.

"Let's bless this pair of newcomers!" The pastor's psychological quality is a lever. He applauded with force and led all the friends and relatives in the church to applaud and cheer.

Song Shuhang was blank in his mind at this time, with only one bright bald head, using various angles. Released the 'light-refraction light wave' to his brain, this terrible light wave, shot by Song Shu.

After a while, he suddenly flashed a flash of light. ┞┝┠.<.

I remembered! He remembered where he had seen his ‘fiancée’.

this. Isn't the ‘Nine Lights’ big nun in the memory of the green lady?

How did you suddenly appear in front of yourself and still be married to yourself? Just kidding, have you seen her once in a dream? Although she said that she was married to her onion in the memory dream of Lie Niang.

But that is just a dream!

How did she run over and marry herself? Director, who wrote this script, pulled it out and cut it. I have to slash the body.

No, wait, let me calm down.

Will it be that she met her on the ‘Mystery Island’?

Because of the memory, there is a causal line on the onion, which links her, the girl and the city in the sky.

Then, because I have a life with her on the mysterious island?

It is very possible, damn, why the memory on the mysterious island is gone, even if I leave a clue to me, it is not so passive.

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Song Shuhang’s mind is full of chaos.

In front of him, from beginning to end. ‘The last wife’, oh, it’s wrong, it’s now a ‘female wife’, and I haven’t said a word.

In this way, the wedding is over.

Song Shuhang and the ‘wife’ were escorted by relatives and friends and entered the cave room – there should have been scenes where the groom and the bride went out to toast.

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

Next, do you want a cave?

Is this the rhythm of my bride? Will it be harmonious, is management so strict now?

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

"Yeah. I am." Song Shuhang replied stiffly.

"A moment is worth a thousand dollars, let's have a baby." The wife was expressionless, but her cheeks were red and she was very shy. ┡╪┢┢.?.

"This. A little too fast? The matter of having children is related to life." Song Shuhang swallowed: "At least let me know what happened in the past four years? For example, is it in the mysterious island?" What have we born? You should know, I don't have that part of the memory."

"These things are not big problems. I can explain it to you for a lifetime. Don't talk too much. Come, let's take a hand." The wife took off her white wedding gloves and handed her small hand to Song Shuhang.

"Hand in hand?" Song Shuhang was puzzled. Hold your wife's little hand.

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

"Hey?" Song Shuhang looked incredible.

"This is the current rule. Even if it is a cave house, we can't do anything. It will be harmonious, and most, we will hold hands. After we have finished it, we can have children." The wife shyly said: "Right, I am going to prepare a boy, then regenerate a girl."

Lying!

Song Shuhang felt that his brain was going to burn out.

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time flies?

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

Yes, that's right... it's in the blink of an eye. After Song Shuhang took his wife's white tender hands, he narrowed his eyes. Then he has appeared in the hospital's delivery room.

The wife was lying weakly on the bed, looking at him with a soft look.

On the edge of Song Dad, Song Mama an exaggerated smile.

Song mother smiled happily: "The boy, the child, his father, is a boy. We have grandchildren."

"Hah, it's not easy. You look at the child's nose. It looks like a book. It's a little face, how cute it is." Song Dad's big palm is lightly glazed above the little baby's face. I dare not touch the baby's skin with my fingers, for fear of hurting the child.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Lying!

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Time continues to fly.

In the blink of an eye, Song Shuhang’s own son has grown up and is two years old. I was riding on his neck and calling cheerfully.

He stood in the back yard with his son, and accompanied his son to catch bamboo leaves. Beside him, the mysterious wife smiled quietly.

She, she has a long black head. Not long, shoulder, but very nice! Long wears the British spirit on her face, which increases the softness between her eyebrows.

"Book Air." The quiet wife said softly: "Take another handcuffs, this time, I want to have a lovely girl."

Song Shuhang: "..."

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

Then he took the initiative and hard to kneel down his eyes.

Well, time flies again, my eyes are closed, my eyes are stunned, ten months later.

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

The wife is lying weakly in bed, looking happy: "Book Air, this time is a daughter, do you like her?"

Song Shuhang: "..."

On the side, Song Mama gave a proud laugh: "Daughter, is a daughter. Hold a granddaughter."

"Oh, it’s good, I can be a grandfather in the future, and I can be a grandfather." Song Dad rubbed his hand and carefully looked at the baby in the hands of Song’s mother.

Lying!

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Song Shuhang once again took the initiative to smash his eyes.

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

The six-year-old son has gone to school. The three-year-old daughter was dressed in beautiful clothes, wore a long ponytail, put on cute little boots, held a balloon in her hand, and played in the small yard. .

The wife stood softly on the side and grew up.

"Not finished yet?" Song Shuhang sighed silently, although he did not know what was going on, but the world was obviously in trouble.

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

"Dad, Dad, are you not happy?" At this time, the three-year-old Meng Meng’s daughter ran over, hugged Song Shuhang’s calf and looked up to reveal her big eyes.

"Ha?" Song Shuhang looked at his daughter with doubts.

"If you are not happy, Xiaomiao will give you a smile. If you laugh, you will be happy, right?" said, her daughter showed a bright smile.

This is... the smile of the goddess.

Song Shuhang suddenly felt that the whole person was cured.

For a moment, he felt that as long as there are such lovely daughters and sons, even if the world is full of strange places, he also has the motivation to survive!

It’s great to have a daughter.

Song Shuhang bent down and picked up his daughter.

Just as he was ready to enjoy the interaction between the father and the daughter, and look at his daughter's cute selling, suddenly, his eyes were black.

When I returned to the light, I had already appeared in a hugely familiar church.

Around, it is obviously a lot of Song Mama and Song Dad.

Song Dad exclaimed: "It's so fast, in the twinkling of an eye, even Renren will get married. It seems that yesterday, our silly book is just married."

Song’s mother looked at her face: “The years are not forgiving. In the twinkling of an eye, Ren’s is about to have children. We must all have grandchildren.”

Damn, I just want to enjoy the interaction between my daughter and my daughter. How can I even get married with my son? The time span is too big - still my cute daughter!

In addition, what strange things seem to be in the words of Song Dad? Rener is my son... Isn’t he just getting married? How can I even have children?

This logic is wrong!

Soon, Song Shuhang understood the answer.

I saw my son 'Ye Er' stepped on the red carpet, the bride coming in wearing a beautiful wedding dress, her belly is bulging - Fengzi married!

Lying!

The wife gently grasped his excited hand and smiled at him. At this time, her length, her thighs, was long! (To be continued.)

Ps: One month is finally over, and I will ask for the next month's ticket. . And, tomorrow's new month's guaranteed monthly ticket!

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