…
Three minutes later.
The huge venue finally returned to silence.
In the center of the field stood a man and a woman, and no one else.
Jiang Beiyuan's clothes were already soaked.
He let go of her slightly and wanted to raise her little face to have a look, but the latter held on to his clothes.
"You, please let me cry for a while first. I have to slow down..."
“…”
Then take it slow.
He finally smiled, breathed a sigh of relief, and touched the soft back of her head with his generous palm.
Time passed by, and unknowingly he had been married to her for more than half a year. A lot of things had happened during this period, but he could still vaguely remember the scene when they reunited after a long separation and met for the first time.
That day is 521.
The story between him and her ten years ago started in 521.
He specially chose such a day to have a blind date with her.
That day he canceled all surgeries, locked his white coat in the cupboard, put on a suit, and styled his hair. The sides were shortened and the bottom was thinned to a 37-point length. He pinned the bangs on his forehead. Looking from both sides, the 28-year-old man is very young and upright.
The place he agreed with her was a coffee shop. On the way there, he felt uneasy and had a lot of thoughts and mixed feelings.
When he arrived at his destination, he arrived fifteen minutes early, thinking that she hadn't arrived, but he didn't expect that she, who always liked to be late, came early this time.
She was wearing a white dress that day, her hair was spread over her shoulders, she wore light makeup, her fair face, curved eyebrows, facing the tiny sunlight, you could see the tiny fluff on her face, she was very cute.
Nothing has changed.
He meant her.
At that time, he stood behind her for a long time. He had never been so nervous. The tie in front of him was wrinkled and shapeless. When he was thinking about whether to go back and change it, she seemed to notice something. , looked towards him.
Can't hide anymore.
He calmed down secretly and walked in her direction, with a calm and cold attitude.
"Mr. Jiangbeiyuan, right?"
She stood up and reached out to him to shake hands. Her white and tender palms were spread out in front of him. There was infatuation and appreciation in her eyes, but there was no joy of meeting an old friend again.
"Hello, my name is Yan Nian. Yan is the word of words, and Nian is the thought that never forgets!"
Thoughts never forgotten.
The corners of his mouth moved, and the bitterness deep in his smile disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Ten years.
The girl he couldn't forget stood in front of him, still clear and bright, but she had forgotten him.
"Hello, I am Jiang Beiyuan."
He calmed down and shook hands with her with a new identity.
Dry palms connected with hers.
That is a new beginning for Yan Nian and Jiang Beiyuan.
…
Yan Nian finally raised his head in his arms, raised his hands and rubbed his eyes twice.
Jiang Beiyuan reluctantly pulled her hand down and said in a helpless voice, "Didn't I tell you not to rub your eyes with your hands? It's unclean."
"sorry… "
Yan Nian sniffed hard, his moist pupils like two springs of citrine.
Jiang Beiyuan lowered his eyes and looked at her, "What am I sorry for?"
“…”
She didn't answer his question immediately, but took the hand he was holding hers in, spread out his palm and looked at it.
Clean palm prints, no unnecessary lines.
The life line is very long, and there is a fork in the middle of the career line.
The line of love is single and stretches to the end, without any obstacles or branches.
Yan Nian looked at his palm quietly and grinned.
"My dad taught me palm reading before, but I didn't believe it. But after I met you, I believed it."
(End of chapter)