Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

This is a small fishing village more than 500 kilometers away from city A.

The fishing village in the morning is simple and quiet. The weather is not good. There is no sunrise. The sky is full of thick clouds.

The pale sunlight, with blue light and shadow, fell on Cheng Yi's white skirt.

She sat in the back of her bike, her skirt fluttering in the wind.

She also wore the slippers she wore when she came out from home. She looked down at her feet. Each toe was as white as a white lotus root in the wet mud.

"When we went to the fish market in the East, the people in the hotel told me that there were authentic fish porridge and small steamed buns."

Cheng Yi's body is dressed in a wide men's cowboy coat, and the shoulder line is drooping on her arm.

The sleeves dragged long, and Mr. Meng pulled them up to her wrists.

It's my boyfriend's clothes at a glance.

"After breakfast, I'll sell you clothes and buy you a pair of shoes, okay?"

These questions were not answered.

But Mr. Meng had eyes on his back and knew she nodded.

"Are you laughing?" he asked softly.

"No." Cheng Yi said, "the wind blows my skirt up. I'm afraid it's gone. I'm upset."

"Then I'll ride slowly."

"The wind will not slow you down because you are slow."

"Cheng Yi, you are laughing." Mr. Meng firmly believes that he is right.

Cheng Yi really smiled.

"Lang'er, you have eyes behind your back," she said.

"No."

"What's that? How do you know I'm smiling? I didn't smile on my face."

"I tied my heart to you, so I know everything about you."

"Lang'er, your love words are level 10."

"Only to you."

"I want to hear you sing. Can you still sing?" Cheng Yi asked.

Bike along the seaside path, from west to East, slowly through the whole fishing village.

Cheng Yi won't know that there is no better porridge in the East fish market.

But Mr. Meng hopes to take her, take more roads and see more scenery.

"What do you want me to sing?" Mr. Meng asked with a smile.

"Grounded." Cheng Yi said, "don't always sing English songs. It seems that you have a high level of education. In fact, you are a scum."

Mr. Meng had an unnatural smile at the corners of his mouth. He cleared his throat and said, "uh huh, OK, I'll start singing... You can't laugh at my broken throat."

Wait until Cheng Yi nods.

Facing the wind, Mr. Meng began to sing:

"I walked by you alone... I have nothing to say to you... I dare not look up at you, Russia and Europe, face..."

Cheng Yi looked at the endless sea, and the breeze blew her long hair.

Mr. Meng roared in a low voice and pulled out a long note: "you asked me where I was going, I pointed to the direction of the sea... You asked me where I was going..."

It happened to be a difficult uphill. Mr. Meng stepped on his bike and sang hoarsely:

"I want to go back to the old place... I want to walk on the old road... Then I know that I can't live without you! I wow, girl... I know I can't live without you! Ow... Girl..."

Cheng Yi's eyes are moist.

She felt that she had been blown by the wind, entered the sand, grasped his side and buried her head in Mr. Meng's back.

"Change it," she said. "Change it to a more grounded one!"

The road from west to East is very long and can never be completed.

Mr. Meng said, "what else can I sing with my broken voice?"

"If you can't, just rap," Cheng Yi said, feeling funny, as if she had imagined the appearance of lang'er.

"All right," Mr. Meng said, "don't laugh. I'll stop as soon as you laugh."

"Yes."

"Don't cry."

“……”

"Listen! It's about to start!" Mr. Meng smiled shyly.

Fortunately, there was no one along the way. Even if there were people, he was not afraid. No one knew them in this small fishing village.

Cheng Yi patted him and said, "what's brewing? Sing quickly."

Mr. Meng went out of his way, raised his voice and howled: "sister, you go forward boldly... Go forward... Don't turn your head... The main road to the sky... 99999... Throwing red Hydrangea... Hitting me on the head..."

His broken Gong voice now has a strange tune.

Really rap.

Cheng Yi lay on his back and smiled stiffly. He remembered that he would stop singing as long as he smiled, and he didn't dare to laugh.

"Lang'er, why did you stop!" she asked with a suppressed smile.

"You're laughing at me. I won't sing."

"I didn't laugh." Cheng Yi said, "really!"

Mr. Meng turned around and said wrongfully, "smile."

"It's funny when you think it's funny," Cheng Yi said.

Mr. Meng looked at her face flushed by the wind, and with a smile, he sang the song at the top of his voice.

To the fish market in the East.

It's the busiest time here.

The folk custom is simple. No one knows them, and no one thinks it strange that Cheng Yi wears a white dress with suspenders, an ill fitting coat and slippers.

People who came and went just thought they were good-looking. They looked like people who came out of the movie.

Mr. Meng held the bicycle in one hand and Cheng Yi in the other. He didn't cover it tightly. He just held it for fear that she might get lost.

But even if you lose it, you're not afraid to find it again.

"Is it that one?" Cheng Yi stood on tiptoe and pointed to the distant stall. There was a lot of noise on the stall, and the tables were full.

"Well, isn't it?" Mr. Meng answered casually. He didn't know. He just met that one.

I found a place on the stall and sat down. There were hot and delicious fish porridge, greasy and steaming soup dumplings. Looking up, there was an endless sea. In addition to the dialect I couldn't understand, there were the sound of wind and waves.

Cheng Yi ran over and asked the boss, "do you put crabs in your porridge?"

The boss narrowed his eyes, shook his head and said, "only fish."

She ran back to sit down and said seriously, "lang'er, I asked, you can eat."

Mr. Meng was moved.

She remembered that she was allergic to crabs.

Cheng Yi is hungry and anxious.

When she is hungry, she won't think much about anything. When her stomach is full, her stomach can lift up her heart and won't let it sink endlessly, so that life can be happy.

"Slow down, hot..."

Seeing her wolf down, Mr. Meng was worried that she had burned her mouth and couldn't eat it. He dried the steamed stuffed bun for her, stained it with vinegar and pepper and put it in her bowl.

A little couple at the next table, the girl looked at them with great envy, photographed her stupid boyfriend and said, "you don't look at others."

The boy turned his head and saw Cheng Yi's face and thought: you don't look at you either.

Suspenders, white skirts and broken jeans can wear the taste of Weimi supermodel. It's very hot and wheezing by steamed stuffed buns. It's also like shooting advertisements. What about you?

Cheng Yi pulled Mr. Meng's sleeve and whispered, "what are you doing? Eat. People think you're strange. It all depends on you."

"OK!" Mr. Meng sipped porridge, but his eyes still looked at Cheng Yi and her red hot mouth. He felt bad.

"It's all my fault. You follow me and you're hungry," he said.

Cheng Yi stared at him.

Are you feeling guilty about this?

Some people turned a deaf ear to her broken knee.

"It's because it's delicious." Cheng Yi corrected him, stared at him and said, "if you don't eat quickly, I'll eat all your steamed stuffed buns?"

"Well," Mr. Meng nodded with satisfaction and said, "you've eaten all the steamed stuffed buns. I can afford it."

The warm current surged up from the throat and covered Cheng Yi's eyes.

She bit her chopsticks. "You're a nuisance."

"In a few days, if you want anything in the world, I can buy it for you."

Hearing this, Cheng Yi looked at Meng Yuliang in a daze.

What's the meaning of this?

Mr. Meng grabbed her hand, leaned close to her ear and said seriously, "remember, after you go back, someone from the insurance company will contact you. A huge amount of insurance money will be hit into your account."