Lift your skull!

Oh no, it’s lifting your red-headed cover... it’s not right, it’s a white veil!

When she lifted it up slightly, Song Shuhang saw a delicate little face, pure and elegant, with only a very light makeup, and he was a beautiful beauty...?<.c＝o
When she saw this face, Song Shuhang was confused - wasn't any girl he remembered? Who is she?

Song Shuhang only felt that this face looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where this girl had seen it.

Wait, it won’t be related to the memory of the “Mysterious Island” that I disappeared? Or the girl I came into contact with in the four years of my disappearance?

When Song Shuhang thought about this, he slowly lifted the white veil up... Hey, I feel something is wrong.

Where is the head?

Where is the bride's head? It has lifted the white veil to the ears, but there is still no trace of blackness. In theory, shouldn't the bride's head be seen?

I always feel something is wrong.

Song Shuhang lifted the white veil a little further. Originally, after lifting it up, it could be hung on the bride's head and dragged it behind the bride, which was very beautiful.

But when Song Shuhang lifted it, the white veil had no head to hang, and it was suddenly lifted up.

The next moment, a bright big bald head appeared in front of Song Shuhang. In addition, the lights on the wedding church were very bright, and the bright bald head suddenly reflected a dazzling light.

Cough...Where is the black and shiny head that was agreed upon?

Song Shuhang grabbed the white veil in a hurry and half-hanged it back to the bride's head.

The beautiful bride was not panicked, and there was still a mysterious smile on the corner of her mouth, calm and composed.

"Let us bless this new couple!" The pastor's psychological quality was excellent. He clapped hard, and led all relatives and friends in the church to applaud vigorously, sending cheers and blessings.

Song Shuhang's mind was blank at this time, with only a bright bald head, using various angles to release "light refract light waves" to his brain. This terrifying light wave made Song Shuhang look stunned.

A moment later, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.┞┝┠.<.

I remembered it! He remembered where he had met his "fiancee".

Isn’t this the “Nine Dings” nun that Cong Niang remembers?

Why did he suddenly appear in front of me and become a husband and wife with me? What a joke, I have only seen her in my dream once, right? Although I was having sex with Cong Niang in my dream of memory.

But that's just a dream!

Why did she come over to marry herself? Director, who wrote this script? He pulled it out and chopped it. He even had to whip the corpse after chopping it.

No, wait, let me calm down.

Could it be that I met her while on the ‘Mysterious Island’?

Because in my memory, Cong Niang had a causal line, connecting herself, Cong Niang and her in the Sky City.

Then, because I made a promise with her for a lifetime on the mysterious island?

It's very likely, damn, why are all the memories on the mysterious island gone? Even if you leave a clue for me, you won't be so passive.

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...

Song Shuhang's mind was full of confusion.

In front of him, from beginning to end, the "last wife", oh, was wrong, he was now a "married wife", and he didn't say a word.

In this way, the wedding was completed.

Song Shuhang and his ‘wife’ entered the bridal chamber under the escort of relatives and friends - there should have been scenes such as the groom and the bride going out to toast.

But because Song Shuhang has been "dementia" for four years, all these processes have been saved. Everyone can understand it.

Next, will you have a bridal chamber?

Is this the rhythm of asking me to have sex with the bride? Will it be harmonious? The management is so strict now?

At this time, the wife made a gentle voice: "Shuhang."

"Yeah. I'm here." Song Shuhang replied stiffly.

"A moment is worth a thousand gold, let's have a baby." The wife's face was expressionless, but her cheeks were flushed, and she looked very shy. ┡O ┢┢.?

"This is a bit too fast, right? The matter of having a baby is related to a lifetime." Song Shuhang swallowed: "At least let me figure out what happened in the past four years first? For example, did we have something on the mysterious island? You should know that I don't have that part of my memory."

"None of these things is a big problem. I have a lifetime to explain to you, don't talk more. Come on, let's hold hands first." The wife took off the white wedding gloves on her hand and handed her little hand to Song Shuhang.

"Holding hands?" Song Shuhang stepped forward in confusion and held his wife's little hand.

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

"What?" Song Shuhang looked incredible.

"This is the current rule. Even if it is a bridal chamber, we can't do anything. We will be harmonious. At most, we will hold hands and after holding them... we can have children." The wife said shyly: "By the way, I'm going to have a boy and then have another girl."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

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

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...

Time flies?

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

Yes, that's right... it was in the blink of an eye. Song Shuhang blinked his wife's white and tender little hand. Then, he had appeared in the delivery room of the hospital.

The wife lay on the bed with a weak face, looking at him in a daze with soft eyes.

Next to him, Song's father and mother Song smiled exaggeratedly.

Mother Song smiled happily and said, "Where is the boy, the child's father, he is a boy. We have a grandson."

"Ha, it's really not easy. Look at the child's nose, it looks like Shuhang. This little face is so round and cute." Dad Song lightly lit his big palm above the baby's face, and he didn't dare to touch the baby's skin with his fingers, for fear of hurting the child.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

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...

Time continues to fly.

In the blink of an eye, Song Shuhang found that his son had grown up and was two years old. He was riding on his neck and calling happily.

He stood blankly in the back yard, accompanying his son to grab bamboo leaves. Beside him, his mysterious wife smiled peacefully.

She actually had black hair on her head. It was not long, shoulder-length, but very beautiful! It took away the heroic spirit on her face and added to the softness between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Shuhang." The quiet wife Rouju said: "I'll hold another hand. This time, I want to have a cute girl."

Song Shuhang: "..."

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

Then, he took the initiative and blinked his eyes hard.

Well, time flies again, and when you close your eyes and open your eyes, it will be ten months later.

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

The wife lay weakly on the bed with a happy look on her face: "Shuhang, this time she is a daughter. Do you like her?"

Song Shuhang: "..."

Next to him, Mother Song laughed proudly: "Daughter, it's a daughter. Let's hold a granddaughter."

"Haha, it's great. I can be a grandfather and grandfather again in the future." Dad Song rubbed his hands while looking carefully at the baby in Mother Song's hand.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

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...

Song Shuhang took the initiative to blink his eyes again.

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

The six-year-old son has gone to school. The three-year-old cute daughter is worn by her wife in beautiful clothes, long ponytails, cute little boots, holding balloons in her hand, and playing in the small yard.

The wife stood gentle on one side, reaching her waist.

"Isn't it over?" Song Shuhang sighed silently in his heart. Although he didn't know what was going on, there was obviously something wrong with the world in front of him.

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

"Dad, Dad, are you unhappy?" At this time, the cute and cute daughter of three-year-old ran over, hugged Song Shuhang's calves, raised her head, revealing her big black eyes.

"Ha?" Song Shuhang looked at his daughter in confusion.

"If you are unhappy, how about Xiao Miao smiles for you? You will be happy if you smile, right?" As she said that, her daughter showed a bright smile.
To be continued...