Three days later, Phuket.
Everyone in the program team took a holiday today. The wedding of Nanyang and Qinghuan was revealed very unexpectedly. No one expected that these two people would have a wedding during the recording of the program. It seems that they themselves were on a whim, and they didn't make any preparations in advance. The director team was ready to help arrange it enthusiastically. As a result, when they stepped on Karon Beach in Phuket, their chins fell on the back of their feet.
Karon Beach is the beach with the longest coastline and the most beautiful waves in Phuket. At this time, the winding coastline is covered with white rectangular tables of uniform size, and the long tables are full of various desserts and drinks. There are also many idle small round tables around, which seem to be provided for the guests to rest and eat. The invitation will definitely not be sent out three days ago, because there are many star friends in the Qinghuan circle. These big stars can spare this day to attend the wedding. They must make an appointment at least half a month in advance to prepare for the wedding. It must be "premeditated".
Thinking of this, the director couldn't help but admire one of the heroines who looked at the wedding. He thought they were here to shoot a variety show, and co-author Qinghuan did a variety show in order to get married abroad.
At this moment, Nanyang and Qinghuan were still wearing casual clothes. Nanyang was wearing a white shirt and Qinghuan was wearing a simple white suspender skirt. The two stood in the middle of the venue to receive visiting friends.
When all the ANT members came, Xiong Xueer put his arms around Qinghuan's neck and hooked her to chat, leaving Nanyang alone. Qing Huan turned her head to look at Nan Yang, and Nan Yang nodded lightly, motioning her to go chat.
Tomorrow night, Cheng approached Nanyang and smiled: "Old Ancestor, congratulations, it seems that my master has prepared a great gift for you. Such a big wedding is actually hidden from the water, amazing!"
Nanyang glanced at her and stretched out his hand: "Zenzi money."
Tomorrow night Cheng immediately changed his face: "I don't understand."
The corners of Nanyang's lips twitched, and she withdrew her hand. She didn't intend to really ask Cheng Wancheng for tomorrow.
"Hey, my master has wrapped up the wedding, so is your diamond ring ready?" Cheng began to test tomorrow night. This is actually what Qing Huan asked her to help ask, because Qing Huan didn't prepare a diamond ring, she had to check if Nan Yang was prepared.
"Um."
Nanyang took out a bit from his pocket and found a shiny object. Under the sunlight, he swayed Ming Wancheng's eyes.
Tomorrow night, Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked closer. The moment he saw clearly, his eyes instantly widened.
The most exaggerated diamond ring she has ever seen is a dove egg-sized diamond on top of the ring, but she has never seen the entire ring and the ring made of one complete diamond. A crystal clear and transparent pure diamond ring was pinched between the white fingers.
How much does it cost to get such a complete ring diamond
"When we went to the mall together, she mentioned the diamond ring," Nanyang put the ring back. "At that time, I started asking people to do it."
"I rely on..." Cheng Cheng's face became a little grim tomorrow night, "You are really too rich, I will hold your thighs tightly in this life!"
Nanyang took Ming Cheng to the table where desserts and drinks were placed, and chatted with her, "The ceremony is only held in the afternoon, and the cook is still preparing dishes on the yacht. Do you want to have something to eat first?"
"Okay," Cheng stared at Nanyang's cans of beverages piled up on a hill in his hand tomorrow night, "help me get a can of beverages."
Nanyang took a can and handed it to Ming Wancheng. He also took a can for himself, opened the can, looked around and found that the trash can was far away, so he put the pull ring into his pocket.
After receiving a lot of people just now, Nanyang was also a little thirsty. Holding the can, he raised his head and drank half of the can.
Tomorrow night, Cheng took out his mobile phone and clicked on Qinghuan's dialog box on WeChat.
[Master, Master, the ancestor has prepared a super heroic ring, which is definitely a thief! You just wait for a while to raise your eyebrows at the wedding! 】
After a while, Qing Huan replied.
[Well, then I have to look forward to it [cute]]
Tomorrow night, Cheng smiled and took a sip of the drink in his hand, then smack his mouth. After smacking for a second, she realized something, frowned, and immediately turned her eyes to the can in her hand.
What kind of drink is this? This is a can of Belgian Blackdamnation dark beer with a concentration of 39%. Because of its high-end appearance, it is often used for wedding celebrations. Who would have thought that if one didn't watch it, she and Nanyang would be told to open it up.
Nanyang…
Just the amount of alcohol in Nanyang...
Tomorrow night, just like watching a horror movie, Cheng hurriedly put down the can in his hand and turned to look at Nanyang at the first time.
Nanyang carried the dark beer can with only half a can left, and propped it on the table with one hand. The end of his eyes and ears were red, obviously he had drunk too much. She stared at the soda can in her hand for a while, then smiled for no reason.
Her smile made tomorrow night Cheng burst into a cold sweat.
Master Qing Huan had been preparing for such a big day for so long, but he couldn't screw it up because of a can of dark beer!
"How about you, Patriarch?" Cheng grabbed Nan Yang's shoulders and shook her vigorously in the evening, "Don't scare me, the ceremony has not yet been held, and the wedding dress has not yet been worn, so you must not be at this time. Get drunk!"
Nanyang was dazzled by the shaking, and her consciousness was gradually engulfed by Jiu Jin. She blinked and looked at Ming Wancheng, who overlapped into three in front of her, her speech was a little blurred: "Qinghuan... What?"
"Don't worry, I'll take you to her right away."
Tomorrow night, Cheng didn't dare to delay, so he took Nanyang and ran to Qinghuan.
Qing Huan was chatting with Jiang Yanran, and halfway through the conversation, she heard a miserable "Master—" behind her. She turned her head, and before she could see clearly, a figure suddenly pressed her over and hugged her. The hug was so abrupt that she almost fell without standing.
Qing Huan looked at the familiar white shirt in her arms, and just as she was about to open her mouth in doubt, she smelled a strong smell of wine.
Cheng stood in the back tomorrow night, his face full of guilt: "Master, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I didn't think highly of her and let her drink."
Qing Huan hugged the tall slender woman who was paralyzed in her arms, and hurriedly asked Ming Wancheng, "What did you drink? How much did you drink?"
"Just the Belgian stout you piled over there," Cheng said tomorrow night, looking like he was about to cry without tears, "I drank most of the can."
Xiong Xueer tutted his head and shook his head: "Boss Nan, what kind of alcohol does he have? Half a can of beer is like this."
Qing Huan patted Nan Yang's back in a daze, and asked carefully in her ear, "Master? Are you still awake?"
Nanyang raised his head and squinted his eyes, as if he had already slept, and asked vaguely, "Is it... it's time for the bridal chamber?"
Qing Huan blushed at once, "What kind of room is there, the marriage hasn't ended yet."
"Oh..." Nanyang hugged Qinghuan's waist, and regardless of the presence of other guests, he rubbed her side face, "I want to eat... candied haws..."
This sullen woman loves candied haws so much, but she only wants it when she's drunk.
But in this vast Thailand, where can I find a string of candied haws for her
"Master, is it okay not to eat today?" Qing Huan coaxed in a low voice.
"I don't... I want to eat it, so I will eat it today." Nan Yang frowned, a little angry in his tone.
"Okay, eat it today, just eat it today." Qing Huan put one arm around her, freeing up one hand, and naturally took out her wallet from Nanyang's pocket and stuffed it with Cheng Wancheng next to her, " Ah Cheng, help me, go to the nearest supermarket and buy some hawthorn and rock candy."
Cheng picked it up tomorrow night, "Master, do you still make candied haws?"
"She loves food so much, can I not go to school?" Qing Huan sighed helplessly, "Go buy it, and send it directly to the yacht at the pier in a while, I'm afraid it will be too late."
"The inheritor of traditional Chinese intangible cultural craftsmanship, a real cow."
Tomorrow night, Cheng flattered and ran away quickly.
Qing Huan and her friends apologized, and the friends expressed their understanding, and asked Qing Huan to take care of Nanyang, so as not to delay the wedding ceremony for a while. Qinghuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She hugged Nanyang and asked Xiaoye and Sun Xuxue to help bring her to the double-decker yacht at the dock.
Nanyang seemed to have no bones, no matter whether he was sitting or standing, he had to be hugged by Qinghuan. Qing Huan took some sparkling water to feed Nanyang, Nanyang took two sips, and wrapped the last one in his mouth. After a while, his thin lips opened slightly, and he blew a bubble with the sticky drinking water.
"Look, I'll spit bubbles." Nan Yang smiled with a little bit of teeth.
Qing Huan: "… "
Qing Huan: "Yes, yes, Master is so powerful that he can blow bubbles."
He sighed silently, and began to worry a little about the child's IQ.
In order to shorten the time, they will start to change their wedding dresses when they wait for the clear tomorrow night. In the guest room on the ground floor of the yacht, Qing Huan first dressed Nan Yang, although Nan Yang was drunk, but fortunately he was a good person, so he could do whatever he wanted, he was more docile than a hanger. After they were all replaced, Cheng just bought it back tomorrow night, and when he handed over the hawthorn, his eyes were full of amazement.
"Wow, this wedding dress is so beautiful, the ancestors and the master stand together, they are a perfect match!"
"Thank you."
Qing Huan thanked her in a perfunctory manner, holding the bubble skirt of her wedding dress in one hand, and hurried to the back kitchen with Nan Yang in the other. The chef in the back kitchen saw two beautiful brides in snow-white wedding dresses coming over and thought they had something to tell them, but Qing Huan just told them to hurt the stove and the pot, and then started to catch fire, pouring out the rock candy. Boil in water.
While cooking, she soaked the hawthorn in vinegar, washed it and put it on a skewer, waiting for the syrup to boil well.
The chefs in the kitchen looked at the two of them in bewilderment. At this moment, the newlyweds, who were supposed to be brightly entertaining the guests, came to the back kitchen with greasy spatulas and a snow-white wedding dress. The picture is really weird.
After the syrup was boiled, Qing Huan rolled the skewered hawthorn in the pot, dipped it evenly, took it out and let it cool, handed it to Nanyang, and said succinctly, "Eat it."
Nanyang took it, and without talking nonsense, he started stuffing one by one into his mouth.
Qing Huan made it while Nanyang ate it, made a bunch and made a bunch, and everyone in the kitchen was stunned.
After eating the sixth skewer, Nanyang finally licked his lips and said, "I'm full."
"It's full," Qing Huan hurriedly threw the spatula, pulled Nanyang on and walked out, "Hurry up, hurry up, the ceremony will begin soon."
Nanyang was still holding a stick with syrup in her hand. She put the stick in her mouth, her eyes were still dull, and she let Qing Huan drag her hurriedly to the wedding scene at Karon Beach.
The guests were all seated, the priest was in place, and the videographer who was in charge of recording the wedding with a video camera was yawning. Zhu Jun and Yu Fengli were dressed in formal clothes and sat in the first row with Mei Zhongli. Everyone was relieved to see Nan Yang and Qing Huan rushing over.
Mei Zhongli gestured to the priest, indicating that it was time to start.
Nanyang stood beside the priest, Qinghuan was at the other end of the flower road, led by Zhu Jun, and handed his daughter into Nanyang's hands under everyone's attention.
Qing Huan's heart was beating wildly, but she was not nervous because of the wedding. At this moment, she was more worried that Nan Yang would suddenly fall asleep standing alone at the end of the flower road.
Fortunately, Nanyang stood very straight, and although his eyes were a little hazy, he kept staring at himself.
She looks so pretty in this white wedding dress.
The wedding dress wears a corolla, Qinghuan's head is a corolla made of daffodils, and Nanyang's head is a corolla made of lilies. The fresh flowers are still stained with dew, pressing down on the soft black hair that reaches her waist. With a cold and dignified face, as beautiful as a quaint Chinese painting.
Approaching, her father handed his hand to her. Nanyang caught it gently and clenched it carefully.
When Qing Huan was helping Nan Yang change her clothes, she felt a ring in her trousers pocket and guessed it was a ring, so she didn't take off her trousers in order to make it easier for her to carry. Fortunately, the pants are also short, so you can't see anything hidden under the wedding dress. Now that people are holding hands, Nanyang really starts to go around the wedding dress and touch the pockets of his trousers, Qing Huan holds her breath and looks at her hand expectantly.
After a while, Nan Yang really touched a ring-shaped thing and put it lightly on the ring finger of the curly-haired woman opposite.
When Qing Huan saw the ring clearly, her smile froze at the corner of her mouth.
what a ring.
Apparently it's the pull tab of a can.
The guests below stared at each other in confusion. Is this some new romance
The corners of Qinghuan's mouth twitched. This is the super heroic ring in Cheng's mouth tomorrow night that can make her look up.
It really made her brow and exhale.
Nan Yang squinted and stared at Qing Huan's fingers for a long time before he bluntly said to himself, "Oh, I took it wrong." She touched her pocket again, and this time took out one The sparkling diamond ring, under the sunlight on the beach, dazzled the eyes of the group of people below.
She took off the pull ring and put on this unique diamond ring in the world, then lowered her head and kissed softly the little indentation on her finger that was pressed by the can pull ring.
"Are you awake?" Qing Huan asked in a voice that only Nanyang could hear.
Nanyang's ears turned red and nodded.
In marriage, she knows.
Qing Huan smiled helplessly, looking at Nanyang's eyes with a crooked smile, more dazzling than the daffodils on her forehead.
"Okay, say the oath, come here and stand."
She took Nanyang to the front of the priest and nodded to the priest. The priest smiled kindly at them, picked up the microphone in his hand, and began to ask aloud in Chinese:
"Ms. Qinghuan, are you willing to let Ms. Nanyang be your wife, from now on to have and support each other, whether in good times or in adversity, whether rich or poor, sick or healthy, love and cherish each other until Did death separate you?"
"I do." Qing Huan replied.
The priest turned to Nanyang, "Ms. Nanyang, would you like to let..."
Halfway through his words, Nan Yang suddenly raised his hand and took the microphone from the priest.
Qing Huan looked at her in astonishment. Aren't you awake? What's up with drunkenness
Nanyang held the microphone and lowered his eyes. After a moment, he looked at Qing Huan, who had just lost the hazy drunkenness in his eyes. He slowly opened his mouth and said:
"I am willing to have and support each other with you from now on. No matter whether it is good or bad, rich or poor, sick or healthy, we will love and cherish each other." Speaking of which, she paused, her eyes widened. Three points firmly, "Death can't separate us."
There was a momentary loss in Qinghuan's eyes.
Nanyang held Qing Huan's hand and said reverently, word by word:
"Even if this life is over, I will not let go of your hand. In the future, no matter the time, no matter the status, no matter the distance, no matter where you are, I will find you, protect you, and fall in love with you."
"I promise you, eternal loyalty."
I promise you.
eternal life.
loyalty.
Qing Huan's heart trembled fiercely, tears fell from her eyes without warning, and flowed down the corners of her eyes to her lower jaw. She couldn't hold the bouquet in her hand, and fell to the ground with a slap.
She ignored the priest, the guests under the stage, and the unfinished etiquette, she stretched out her arms and hugged Nanyang tightly, crying and said, "You, are you serious?"
"Of course it's true," Nanyang hugged her back, his eyes sober and soft like never before, "As long as you want, I will always be your wife."
She closed her eyes and repeated: "I am your wife, Qinghuan."
I am your wife.
Qing Huan looked at the sun in the sky, the strong light entered her eyes, and her eyes were instantly white. These words were like the last key, finally opening the door in the deepest corner of her heart.
She looked at the sun, and in the brief moment when the white horse passed the gap, she finished her entire life in the ninety-ninth generation.
When she saw herself as a plum blossom, Nanyang stood in front of her, brushed off the snowflakes on her body, and held a winter umbrella for her, staying together for a moment.
When she saw herself as a rabbit, Nanyang held her in his arms, fed her the freshest carrots, and fell asleep pinching her long soft ears every night.
When she saw herself as a cat, she scratched Nanyang's arm when Nanyang was bathing her, and Nanyang was still sitting in the sunshine carefully cutting her nails on her claws.
When she saw herself as a hawthorn tree, Nanyang sat in the shade of her tree with a cup of tea every day, reading a book. He only drank half of the tea and poured half of the tea into the soil under her feet, and said to her tenderly: Eat well.
She also saw that when she was a female general, after she died in battle, Nan Yang knelt on the ground and dug a grave for her with his hands, until his hands were bloody and bones were visible.
He also saw that familiar and lonely figure at the banquet when he was holding another man to the priest.
…
She turned into a human, into a sacrifice, into a thing, into a wind, rain and snowflake, no matter what she turned into, all her pasts remained the same.
Nanyang.
It turned out that she has never left after crossing thousands of mountains, traversing thousands of waters, changing dynasties, rising and falling of the sun and the moon.
And she just said that she will never leave after eternity. She promises her eternity and immortality, she promises her days and days, she promises her to travel through mountains and rivers, she promises her sea withered rocks, and she promises her to last until death.
As long as you are willing to.
I am always, always behind you.
When she opened her eyes, the sea breeze from Karon Beach was blowing the daffodils on her forehead. She hugged Nanyang in her arms tightly, with all her tenderness, smiling with tears in her ears:
"Thank you."
"Thank you for being my wife."