Fu Yan and Winnie's wedding was successfully held in Yan Sheng's church. The guests who come to the wedding are either rich or expensive.
Qiao Yanli was sitting at the guest table, watching his good brother marry a woman he didn't love for him, he felt sad and guilty in his heart. In this life, he really owes Fu Yan a lot. When he was a child, if it weren't for Fu Yan, he would have died countless times.
What he hopes most is that Fu Yan can be happy, but if this situation continues, can he still be happy
Sacred music sounded, and the tall groom was waiting at the other end. The bride held her father's hand and slowly walked onto the red carpet.
The bride wore a special and gorgeous white wedding dress. Although she still looked fat, she was still the most conspicuous bride today.
The two went through the procedure and exchanged rings. The groom's eyes were empty and he kissed the bride's cheek in a daze.
The bride slowly showed a faint smile, and her glazed eyes were as clear and clean as a stream.
After the ceremony, Qiao Yanli said something to the old man and the old lady, and then relaxed alone on Yuewan Island.
Unknowingly, walking further and further, night falls.
There seemed to be some activity not far away. A bonfire was set up. The surrounding residents came out to watch the fun. A group of young people sang and danced around the bonfire.
The old lady called and asked where he was, then hung up the phone.
Qiao Yanli put his hands in his trouser pockets, and the cool night wind blew the broken hair on his forehead slightly. With his deep outline and exquisite facial features, he attracted the attention of many people along the way.
In the front, there is a young couple running on the beach. The woman collects shells, and the man makes trouble in the back and pours water on her. The two of them look sweet and happy.
"Uncle, I'll give you a wreath." A little girl of six or seven years old suddenly ran over.
Qiao Yanli lowered his head and looked at the little girl in front of him. Her cold and indifferent face softened slightly, "Why did you give me a wreath?"
"Because the sister who sells wreaths said that you look very sad, and she wants to give you the last wreath tonight."
Qiao Yanli took the wreath and glanced in the direction of the little girl's finger. In the night, a slender figure, carrying a beetle with a garland on its back, was jumping away.
When Qiao Yanli saw the delicate back, his dark pupils shrank suddenly. A familiar feeling suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart.
He quickly straightened up, and under the little girl's surprised eyes, he chased after the girl carrying the bamboo root on her back.
However, he was still a step too slow, and the woman quickly left in the speedboat.
Qiao Yanli didn't see the woman's face, but the back view really made him feel that it was the Xia Yanxi he thought about day and night.
"Uncle, are you going to catch up with Sister Flower Fairy and buy another garland?" The little girl chased after her. She blinked her eyes as dark as grapes and asked doubtfully.
Qiao Yanli pointed at the speedboat that was moving away with trembling fingers, "What's the name of Sister Hua Xianzi? Where does she live? Does she come here every day?"
The little girl pursed her pink lips and said, "Uncle, you ask so many questions at once, which one should I answer?"
Qiao Yanli squatted down, his deep eyes were level with the little girl's, "You answer one by one, first tell me, what is her name?"
"I only know that everyone calls her Sister Flower Fairy!"
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