During the autumn harvest moon festival of my senior year, the weather had already turned a bit cool. 。It so happened that Wei Qingfeng's uncle and second uncle came to visit, bringing with them twenty or so people from our family to gather at his house for a reunion dinner. 。,My youngest son, Wei Qingfeng, is one year older than me.,That thought of marrying Wei Qingfeng wasn't said in jest. My wedding to him has to be planned with our thoughts and feelings in mind.。