Lan Ze wasn't sure if he was jealous. This was the first time in his life that he felt uncomfortable when he saw a beautiful woman.

Wheat kept running around Grandpa and the Meadow Fairy, scattering crimson rose petals on the pair.

The basket containing the petals was in Douzi's hand. He followed calmly behind the goose-yellow skirt and scattered the petals upwards rhythmically.

The task that grandpa gave to the two little brothers was to create a "rain of petals".

When they reached the bridge, the rain of petals paused. The Meadow Fairy looked back, stretched out her hand and gently held Bean.

At this moment, Douzi's classmate, Nuan Nan Zhang was possessed: "Sister, you are so beautiful."

Lan Ze could hear clearly among the flowers on the lawn not far from the bridge, and couldn't help but sigh: This child is really discerning! This "sister" call is great!

He also wanted to go up and say hello: "Hey! Girl, give me a smile for the old man!"... He was afraid that the old man would go crazy.

The old man finally took his hands off his waist. He changed his left hand to hold the heroine's right hand. His free right hand held Xiaomai.

The hero and heroine took their children and strolled across the bridge, as if they were a family of four.

"Is this your son? He has such a sweet mouth." The grass fairy asked the man next to her.

"These two are my grandsons." The old man replied. "Where are the sons? That is their father."

The old man's fingers crossed in the air.

Lan Ze squatted low, but still felt that he was noticed by his father. This was probably due to his white hair shining in the sun. He quickly pulled Lan De to stand up.

"These two are my youngest sons. I still can't figure out which one of them is older." The old man introduced to the girl next to him with a smile.

The old man didn't talk to his son, he only cared about the beautiful girl. Lanze's fragile heart felt a little offended.

Lan Deyi didn't take it seriously and waved his hand: "Nice to meet you."

"Beautiful sister, my father's hair is gray." Xiaomai said innocently.

"Well, several of my children have gray hair." Grandpa continued, "Landson at the door of the hall also has very white hair. I actually also have gray hair, but it's not serious."

The white-faced brother noticed that his father was looking at him, put down his feet on the wall, stood upright, and cupped his hands.

"You..." The grass fairy turned to look at the old man and couldn't help but smile. "At this age, you can be considered young and old?"

With this smile, the solar radiation on the riverside grass suddenly intensified, and all the flower buds bloomed shyly in the brilliance.

"Really, decades ago, I was where I am now. Well, seventy years ago."

A single armor in the human world is enough to accommodate the earth-shaking history.

Because the normal generational change of human beings only lasts for twenty or thirty years.

Seventy years have separated us into completely different eras.

"What did you lie to me about?" the meadow fairy asked softly.

"Which thing do you hope will be lied to you?" the old man asked. "If you like, I can make up more lies?"

They walked on the blue carpet nonchalantly, talking quietly as they walked.

A large group of guests followed beside and behind him.

Lan Ze dragged Lan Deyi and couldn't help but join in.

The destination is an open-air flower hall on the hillside. It’s time to start dinner soon.

The two children started making a rain of flower petals along the road again. Beans held the basket, and Wheat ran forward and backward.

The rain of petals in front of the open-air flower hall was particularly violent. Because the two children threw out all the goods in the basket, the petals fell everywhere.

The scene is quite beautiful anyway.

After entering the flower hall, the old man's children consciously found a table in the corner of the door and sat down. More than ten people and their families crowded into two tables.

In the middle of the flower hall, the heroine's best friends surrounded her. Everyone started to pull the flower crown on her head.

The scene is a bit...hard to describe.

One person pulled a flower away, and the heroine held her head, protecting the corolla that was about to fall apart. Then, all the single female guests in the flower hall rushed up.

Being single is very common in this era, so almost all the female customers are here.

Except Lanze's sisters.

They hid behind the pillars, lacking a sense of participation. Lanhua stood up and took two steps, but Lande pulled her back one by one.

The two naughty children who were scattering flowers along the way had already hid by their father's side and began to taste the candies on the table leisurely.

In this human wedding, which was modeled after a popular TV series, the female guests were very aggressive.

The old man is mainly responsible for projecting a manly face that conforms to social aesthetics. Secondly, he needs to pay the bills.

Once again, he nervously guarded the heroine and blocked all the hands that stretched out of the flower crown.

Later, Taoist Bai urgently handed over a large handful of colorful dianthus flowers. The old man inserted them one by one into the flower crown, and then asked the female guests to drag them away one by one.

Finally, when the group of women dispersed, the heroine's hair was a little messy. The flower crown was no longer there. The bun was already loose, and she was protecting it with her hands.

The old man touched his coat pocket and took out a comb. It was dotted with pearls and other things. Anyway, this thing would shine under the sun in the middle of the flower hall.

The old man combed her hair and carefully fixed the shaky hair with a comb.

This action was well received by the ladies present. The applause was particularly warm.

Holding her waist and holding her hands, the old man sent the young lady to sit down at the dining table, and then returned to the middle of the flower hall to deliver a speech.

He was so tortured that he could not say a word nonsense, and his speech only had fourteen words in total:

"Thank you for the guests. Have a good meal and drink. Let's have dinner!"

The last two words came out from the bottom of my heart, quite a bit like the power I had when I was an instructor.

The motors of the dining tables in the flower hall began to rotate neatly, and fine wine and delicacies were pushed from the central outlet of each round table to the periphery of the round table.

The lady's table was filled with her best friends. The old man wanted to join in, but they kicked him to the boyfriend's table.

But looking at the situation, an old man in his nineties and a group of young people are getting along quite comfortably while eating and drinking.

The heroine was taken the lead by her best friend, and now the hero is being drunk by a group of young people.

The children looked at him silently from a distance, worried about his physical condition at his age, but also... unsympathetic.

Rand turned his back to that direction:

"Dad said you gave him a wedding gift to warn him not to forget our mother?"

"He misunderstood." Lan Ze didn't want to talk about the hairpin. "The local lamb is very famous. If it weren't for the banquet with so many people, the reservation would have to be made long in advance. You should hurry up and eat it."

"Ozawa is really heartless..." Landsin smoothed his hair, took out a pair of mutton chops. "Speaking of which, what does his marriage have to do with us? Well, this is indeed delicious."

"Invite us here, is this a dinner party?" Sister Landeshen is not soft-spoken, nor does she eat softly. She is the only one of the old man's daughters who has young white hair. Because of her mutation, she has been living an unhappy life.
Chapter completed!