"Passport, ID card, visa, marriage application..." After receiving a reply email from the British Columbia City Hall, the two will soon fly to Vancouver. Song Yuhang packs his bags at home and speaks eloquently.
Lin Yan wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, wrapped in a loose nightgown, and ran to her with a laptop.
"Song Yuhang, would you like to wear this?"
Song Yuhang took a break from his busy schedule and glanced at the screen, his face turned green.
Snow-white one-shoulder floor-to-ceiling long skirt wedding dress.
The corners of her lips twitched: "You wear it, you wear it."
Lin Yan refused to let go: "I have already chosen."
Song Yuhang put down the clothes in his hand and moved over: "Which one?"
Lin Yan swiped the touchpad of the notebook twice, and the new men's tuxedo sold by a luxury company sells for 48,000 yuan.
Song Yuhang was annoyed: "Why am I wearing a wedding dress and you are wearing a suit?"
Lin Yan was complacent: "Didn't you say that as long as I agree to get married, I can satisfy any conditions?"
Song Yuhang felt that his family status had been provoked and insulted: "Except for this, everything is fine."
She has never worn a skirt since she was a child. It is unimaginable that if Song's mother, Ji Jingxing, Fang Xin, Duancheng, Feng Jianguo and others see her wearing a wedding dress, they will probably laugh their teeth out.
Just thinking about it made her scalp numb and her face lost.
Lin Yan refused to let go: "No, I want you to wear this."
Song Yuhang stared at the back of her snow-white neck and gritted his teeth: "Are you sure?"
"Definitely and..."
Before he finished speaking, he was hugged by someone by the waist, and before Lin Yan could get the computer, he felt dizzy for a while.
"Hey-"
Sinking into the soft sofa, Song Yuhang pressed her to tickle her: "Say it again, say it again, huh?"
Lin Yan couldn't dodge in time, panting, his pale face turned red.
"Stop it... ah... it's itchy..."
The more she said that, Song Yuhang became more and more energetic, and the two of them fought together, and finally stopped.
Lin Yan put his hands on her shoulders to prevent her from approaching, and the loose clothes were torn loosely, revealing a thin collarbone and a little bit of graceful spring.
Song Yuhang's throat was dry, he swallowed, held her face slightly, and looked into her eyes.
The tips of each other's noses rubbed against each other's noses, and Lin Yan's lips brushed hers vaguely, which made people feel distracted.
Song Yuhang turned his head to look for it, and Lin Yan laughed, knowing that if this continues, today will probably pass away again.
She refused, but lifted the hem of her shirt, scratching the muscles on her back with her nails.
At the same time, he bent his knees and gently rubbed the most immature part of her waist against her waist, winking like silk.
"It's been a few days since I left Vancouver..."
"I know." Song Yuhang gasped a little after being teased by her, and leaned down to find her lips.
Lin Yan couldn't dodge in time, and was caught squarely.
Her voice was slurred.
"Everything..."
"Don't worry." It was hard for her to think about these things at any time, Song Yuhang laughed and comforted her patiently.
"Passports, visas, marriage applications, wedding hosts, and witnesses have all been found, but there is only one thing missing..."
She finally let go of her and rubbed the tip of her nose.
"The bride."
Lin Yan blushed slightly: "Smelly shameless, I don't want to get married, if it weren't for you..."
Song Yuhang narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were not friendly, and his hands slid down the legs around his waist.
"Huh? Go on."
Lin Yan suddenly tensed up and swallowed his anger.
Song Yuhang was very satisfied, he hugged him and sat on his lap: "Hey, relax, I'll..."
Lin Yan buried herself on her shoulder, panting, "Wait a minute."
Song Yuhang stopped, with forbearance written all over his face.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Yan's voice was intermittent: "Jie... I haven't bought the ring yet..."
When mentioning the ring, Song Yuhang's heart skipped a beat. The days were so happy that she even forgot about it.
The wedding ring she bought for Lin Yan is still worn by an unknown female corpse.
Thinking of his crazy actions back then, Song Yuhang wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.
She swallowed: "Han... Hanan... That..."
Now it's Lin Yan's turn to turn pale: "Huh?"
Song Yuhang closed his eyes: "I bought the ring, but...you listen to my explanation!!!"
After she finished speaking intermittently and hesitantly, Lin Yan's face was as if she had knocked over a five-flavored bottle, and it was brilliant.
Song Yuhang looked into her eyes and said cautiously: "How about... we buy a new pair?"
Having said that, the trip to Vancouver is imminent. After all, you can't release the pigeons of the city hall.
Moreover, Lin Yan still had an unfulfilled wish to fulfill before getting married, and she knew that Song Yuhang must have spent a lot of money to buy that pair of wedding rings, so it would be unrealistic for her to buy another pair.
Lin Yan was sweetly thinking that she could do this for herself, but at the same time she was a little jealous.
The ring that belonged to her was actually worn by another woman, and she was jealous of that ring.
Think of pantothenic acid in my heart.
She was not a generous person.
Seeing that she hadn't spoken, Song Yuhang hugged her well, gathered her messy clothes, and put his forehead against his forehead.
"Sorry, I really thought..."
She still has lingering fears when she thinks of those days.
"I don't know how to tell you how I felt when I heard your 'bad news'. Everyone lied to me. No matter how hard it was in the first half of my short life, I never despaired. Until that moment, I was really I feel like the sky is falling."
When Song Yuhang said this, he frowned slightly, with a look of pain on his face.
Seeing Lin Yan's eyes staring at her all the time, she forced a smile again.
"Of course, I understand you. I didn't blame you for lying to me. I know and I appreciate it. In terms of pain, who can suffer more than you. I just hate that I couldn't fight with you at that time."
"When I gave the ring away, I just thought that I would go down to accompany you when the truth came out and I avenged you."
Song Yuhang smiled slightly, his eyes were red.
"Who knew that there would be such a big oolong, but compared to those, I hope you live well."
Song Yuhang has been self-denying and law-abiding all his life, and the only few impulses he has are for her, even if he is punished, he will never regret it.
Lin Yan's heart is moved by such variables, and he can't help but be indifferent to such an affectionate and sexual person.
What's more, just like Song Yuhang couldn't see her crying, Lin Yan couldn't see her red eyes either.
The eldest lady has always been used to being arrogant, and she still doesn't know how to coax others. She gritted her teeth and thought to herself: Obviously she did something wrong, why is she so sad
Song Yuhang, that bastard!
After thinking about it, she punched it on the shoulder blade. It didn't take much effort, and it didn't hurt or itch.
Song Yuhang leaned back a bit, still happily hugging her, and Lin Yan threw himself on her body.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you can calm down, you can hit as many times as you want."
"Go away, rough skin and thick flesh, it hurts to hit you!"
Lin Yan yelled, struggled, and was hugged tightly again.
Song Yuhang: "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, who is that person who died?"
Lin Yan was stunned, and the frolicking hand on her shoulder gradually lost strength: "I don't know, I didn't find it. According to Feng Jianguo, she was an anonymous homeless woman who was dying when she was sent to the hospital by kind people. They were not rescued and no one identified the body, so..."
Song Yuhang held her hand and comforted her.
"It's okay, such a person would have a very ill-fated life. Maybe no one will offer incense after death. Now that there is a grave and a land, it can be regarded as a merit."
Lin Yan's eyes were slightly sad: "She is about my age."
Song Yuhang knew that there was something to be said, so he grabbed her hand and put it on his lips to kiss her: "Then what do you think?"
Lin Yan still felt a little pained, but after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth.
"I don't want that ring anymore, give it to her."
Maybe that woman without a name has never received love and pity from others in her life, let alone being a scapegoat for her. Every time Lin Yan thinks about it, she feels a little apologetic. .
People who look the most cynical on the surface are actually very soft on the inside.
Song Yuhang smiled and stroked her curly brown hair.
"Hey, I'll save some money and buy you a new one."
Lin Yan snorted coldly, still somewhat dissatisfied: "Then what about your ring?"
Song Yuhang rubbed against her forehead again and again: "Stingy, I haven't put it on for a long time."
The corners of Lin Yan's lips curled slightly, but she didn't want to make it too obvious, so she quickly put on a straight face.
"That's about the same."
"You rub my ear and temples every day, when did you see me wearing it, huh?"
It was clear that he wanted her to hear a few good words from her.
Song Yuhang also laughed and put his arms around her waist.
Lin Yan pushed up the arched head that was buried in his chest, and gritted his teeth: "I just want to hear you say it's okay?"
Song Yuhang's voice was vague: "Okay, let's talk on the bed."
Lin Yan grabbed her short hair and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Think, get, beautiful, pack up for me!"
Song Yuhang wanted to cry but had no tears: "Janyan, when I go to Vancouver in a few days, my mother will go too, how inconvenient it is."
"Then I don't care, I'm angry, these few days, don't think about it, just stay here."
Lin Yan said, pushed her back, got off her arms, closed the pajamas that had fallen to her shoulders, and walked away with a glass of red wine in her slippers.
Song Yuhang stretched out his hand to catch it, but in vain, he had to vent his anger on the sofa cushion.
Damn, the overcooked bored flew away.
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Lin Yan's unfulfilled wish is in a small village on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau that can't be found on any map.
She and Song Yuhang drove hundreds of kilometers, starry night and night, got off the highway and took the provincial road. I can't drive it either.
The two had no choice but to get out of the car with their things and walk. Lin Yan saw a farmer carrying fagots on the mountain road, and walked over with a photo to ask for directions.
"Hi, have you seen this family?"
The photo was taken a while ago, Liu Zhi at that time was still a half-grown child of fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing his father's shabby blue cloth shirt, as thin as a hemp stick.
Standing next to him were his parents. On the stool in front of him sat a seven or eight-year-old girl, showing the only smile in this sad-faced family, and she was stretching out her finger to the camera and making a gesture. .
The farmer pondered for a while, then slapped his head suddenly, and babbled a lot, all in the local dialect.
Lin Yan didn't understand, but he understood the direction of his fingers, nodded his thanks slightly, and walked up the mountain.
Song Yuhang quickly followed her with his belongings, freed up a hand to help her up the slope.
"Which way to go? Are you tired?"
Asking two questions at once, Lin Yan shook his head, panting slightly.
"Let's go up the mountain and look again. I didn't understand what the man said just now."
As she spoke, she climbed up the branches.
Fortunately, I didn't wear high heels when I set off, otherwise the mountain would not be able to climb.
Thinking about it, Lin Yan looked back at Song Yuhang: "Fortunately, I can persevere, let me help you get it."
Song Yuhang shook his head, carrying a huge travel bag, and carrying fruit, milk and other condolences for Liu Zhi's family.
"No, it's a trivial matter."
She did the same thing, grabbed the root of the tree, and propped it up with one hand, and Lin Yan helped him up.
Traveling through the dense forest in the mountains, both of them were a little disheartened, but at this moment they looked at each other and smiled.
Song Yuhang chatted with her while walking: "Do you still remember that when we went to Xiaohe Village, we also climbed the mountain like we are now?"
Lin Yan glanced at her lightly, with a cold smile: "Yes, Team Song took advantage of me a lot at that time."
Song Yuhang's face became hot and he touched his nose.
"Then... then let you take it back."
Lin twisted his mouth in disgust, and pushed the branches along the way towards her.
"roll!"
Lin Yan is sometimes rare to be on the top once, and he will always be punished even more afterward.
When it comes to holding grudges, who can spare whom
Song Yuhang raised his elbow to block it, and saw that he was about to climb up the hill again, so he gave her a hand.
"However, at that time, you, I, Fang Xin, Duan Cheng, and Lao Zheng were all there. Even if the conditions were more difficult, it's quite interesting to think about it now."
I still remember that when the mountain suddenly encountered heavy rain that night, a group of people, including two policemen from the Wuli Town Police Station, squatted in the valley and chatted around the bonfire.
After returning home with the old lady, I helped her work again, planting vegetables, fertilizing fertilizer, herding sheep, and chopping firewood.
She and Song Yuhang also had their first skin-to-skin relationship there.
At that time, they probably didn't expect so many things to happen later.
It's okay not to mention it, but when Lin Yan was mentioned, he was slightly dazed, and the smile on his lips became more bitter.
"Yeah, back then... it was great."
Seeing her lost, Song Yuhang walked forward quickly and stopped: "Come on, I'll go ahead to explore the way, you hold my clothes, and I'll take you up."
Lin Yan was taken aback, the corners of her lips curled up a bit, and with a playful heart, she grabbed the corner of her clothes: "Drive!"
No matter how many faces she shows to the outside world, how unkind, cold-blooded and mean, but in fact, only Song Yuhang knows that the 33-year-old Lin Yan has a childish heart that is exquisite and clear.
"Sit still, the terrain ahead is flat, speed up, turn right, enter the dense forest..."
So the thirty-six-year-old Song Yuhang also steered the steering wheel with one hand in the air, playing with her a game that only children would like.
The two shared the flowers and brushed the willows, and climbed the mountain while fighting, and soon reached the middle of the mountain.
The village is really not big, there are only six families. They visited one by one with photos, and soon found Liu Zhi's house located in the innermost part of the col.
It was breakfast time, in the cold winter season, the old man was wearing very thin clothes, and his exposed hands were red from the cold. He was picking up firewood from the ground and stuffing it into the earthen stove. There was a big iron pot on the stove, which was steaming .
Lin Yan walked over slowly, feeling his throat dry: "That... is Liu Zhi's house?"
The old man raised his head, and there were two brightly dressed women standing at the door of the hut.
He froze for a while, and swept the person from head to toe, but didn't recognize who it was.
His family is poor, and the farthest he has ever traveled in his life is the market in the town, where has he seen such a person.
The old man stumbled and uttered only a few monosyllables for a long while: "Ah... ah..."
Lin Yan frowned slightly, observing his movements and expressions: "So it's a dumb..."
Song Yuhang gave her a hand: "Hello, we are from Liu Zhi's company. The year is approaching, and he has too many things to do. Let us come and see you."
Only then did the old man seem to come back to his senses, his eyes fell on the things they were carrying in their hands again, he suddenly threw the firewood, a look of joy appeared on his dark face, and he limped towards the house, his mouth The sound continued.
Song Yuhang lifted the curtain and followed the people in.
The smell of moldy grains and the body odor of long-term bedridden patients are intertwined in the house, which is a bit pungent. The inside is not much warmer than the outside, and there is almost no furniture. Many of the doors and windows leaking air are covered with newspapers. A dim yellow light bulb was on, covered with cobwebs.
The old woman nestled on the bed and coughed a few times, her voice couldn't hide her joy.
"Liu... Liu Zhi is back?"
The old man who started the fire was standing by the bed, talking plausibly, and busy writing with his hands.
The woman understood, and moved her eyes to them. The ecstasy settled down, and there was a little more disappointment, but the eyes were warm and kind, and there were some simplicity and shame of rural people.
"Sit, sit, look at the mess in this room, Liu Zhituo didn't say hello in advance when he came back..."
Lin Yan could tell that she wanted to sit up, but the legs buried under the quilt were so weak that they couldn't even hold up.
"Your leg… "
The woman smiled, her hair was half white, her face was not very clean, there were still some chilblains on her hands, and the mattress was pitifully thin.
"Hey, didn't Liu Zhi tell you? Before he went out to work in the early years, he went up the mountain to cut firewood and broke it."
The woman was more optimistic than her and greeted them warmly.
"Sit down, sit down, old man, pour me a glass of water."
The old man took a ladle of water from the boiling iron pot outside and poured it into an enamel cup, brought it tremblingly, then wiped the only bench in the room with his sleeve, looked at them helplessly, and signaled They sit.
Song Yuhang took the water and put it on the table. The cup was not very clean inside and out, and he didn't know how long it had been used, but it was one of the daily necessities that could be seen in this room.
Lin Yan and Liu Zhi haven't known each other for a long time, and their positions are different, so why would they talk about these things.
This trip is just to come to see his parents for him.
"I won't sit down anymore, we'll leave in a while." Lin Yan declined the other party's kindness, and then remembered that he had a younger sister, so he looked around the room.
"Where's his sister?"
Speaking of this, the woman's eyes became hot, and tears rolled down: "A few years ago, I got an illness and went away."
The old man also stood beside him, pinching his eyes with a sigh.
Before Lin Yan came, he had prepared for them to be poor and miserable, but he didn't expect that they would be so poor and miserable.
Two elderly people, one paralyzed, one dumb, and one daughter, also died unexpectedly.
Lin Yan felt that it was difficult for him to speak: "Did you... tell him?"
The woman shook her head and wiped her tears with her hands: "No, he worked so hard outside working alone, so we didn't tell him about it, besides..."
The old man paused for a moment, as if a little sad: "I can't contact him, every month he will send money to the post office in the town on time, and his father will pick it up again. We also want to send him something, or write a letter. A letter, and I can't read."
To discuss life on the tip of the knife, there are too many involuntary, not in touch with family members, is the greatest protection for them.
Lin Yan suddenly remembered the last conversation between the two of them.
She stared at the gradually brightening sky outside the window and asked him.
"Is there anything in particular you want to go back to?"
A smile appeared on the young man's face: "Yes, I want to go home."
His family, his elderly parents, are still concerned about him, but he will never come back and marry a wife.
Lin Yan narrowed his eyes, hiding the flash of water in his eyes.
Song Yuhang put his hand on her shoulder.
Lin Yan looked back at her, and forced himself to smile, not to let the two old people see the clue.
Song Yuhang took the things he brought over, took off his backpack and took out: "Four sets of thermal clothes, one electric blanket, two boxes of milk, some fruits, bread, non-staple food, nutritional products..."
This is already the maximum that two people can carry.
Lin Yan also flipped through his wallet: "The money is also for you."
The two old men were dazzled, and they opened their mouths several times without finding the right time to interrupt. Seeing Lin Yan started to take out the money, the woman became anxious, and sat up from the bed and grabbed her wrist.
"No matter what, we are already very grateful for your coming, and the money must never be accepted."
The old man next to him also shook his head like a rattle, rattling loudly.
Lin Yan was still holding a red ticket in his hand, neither advancing nor retreating.
Putting aside her previous temper, she would leave the money as soon as she threw it away, but she had the heart to face this family, could Liu Zhi have the heart
Song Yuhang came over and took the money from her hand, folded it properly, and stuffed it into the old man's pocket.
"Take it, this money is not given to you by us, but by Liu Zhi. This is his salary, year-end bonus."
She repeatedly emphasized that the two old people reluctantly accepted it.
The woman looked at them and thought about the money again, the amount was much more than what he had sent back before.
I don't know why, but I have a bad premonition in my heart.
"He... why doesn't he come back... want you to come?"
Lin Yan never lied in his life, this was the first time, looking at the old man's dark cheeks and red eyes, he told a white lie: "He... he works very hard... he does a good job... the factory cannot do without him... "
When the woman heard this, a look of relief appeared on her face.
"That's right, it's considered promising, you tell him, work hard, don't come back in a hurry, there is nothing missing at home."
While talking, the old man cooked in the pot and ate, but the chopstick noodles were all broken into pieces, and they put them in copper bowls and brought them to them for them to eat.
There was no oil or water in the bowl, only a few pickles floating in it.
Now that the things had been brought, Lin Yan was about to leave. She took another photo from her wallet and put it on the bed.
"We won't eat the meal. It's time to go. I'll return this photo to you."
It was the only family photo taken away by Liu Zhi before departure, and now it has finally returned to its original owner.
The woman gently stroked the child's face, turning it over and over again.
On the back of the photo was written his home address and a small wish: to go home.
Without payment, there is no return date.
As soon as Song and Lin came out of the hut, Lin Yan couldn't help it anymore, slightly bent his lips, looked up desperately, and still cried.
Song Yuhang held her shoulders and wiped her tears with one hand.
They walked not far, and there was movement behind them.
The old man limped after him, and stuffed a pack of insoles into Lin Yan's hand, looking anxious and gesticulating.
Lin Yan was slightly stunned, and looked down. The insole wrapped in the plastic bag was exquisitely crafted, with fine stitches, thick and warm to the touch.
"This is… "
When the old man saw that she had accepted it, a smile appeared on his face. Although it was smelly, poor, dirty, and not decent at all, every wrinkle overflowed with sincere gratitude.
He turned around again, limped and disappeared into the forest.
On the way back to Jiangcheng City, Lin Yan remained silent.
Song Yuhang was driving, and he freed up a hand to hold her hand: "I'm getting married, be happy."
Lin Yan came back to his senses, smiled wryly: "Yeah."
Fortunately, there is her, fortunately, she is about to get married, everything is settled, and every day from now on will be a new life.
Lin Yan turned her head and looked out of the car window. The neon lights were flickering and the traffic was busy. She seemed to see Liu Zhi standing in the middle of the lights, and waved goodbye to her with a smile.
She raised her lips slightly, smiled, and closed the window.
Back in Jiangcheng City the next day, I was ready to leave for Vancouver. The two of them packed their things overnight. Taking advantage of Song Yuhang's inattention, Lin Yan stuffed a small box into the suitcase, and when the person turned around, she closed it immediately. bag.
Song Yuhang: "I'll check again to see if I missed anything."
Lin Yan dragged her to the bedroom: "It's gone, it's gone, I'm so tired, I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, go to sleep."
"Hey..." Song Yuhang looked back, always feeling that she was hiding something from him.
Lin Yan pushed her into the room, tiptoed and kissed her on the lips: "Shut up."
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The snow in Vancouver in February has not yet melted, and the cold wind mixed with snow particles hits the face when I get off the car. Lin Yan wrapped his down jacket tightly, stomped his feet on the frozen soil, and the hot breath he exhaled turned into white smoke.
Song Yuhang untied his scarf and tied it around her neck, pulled the luggage in her hand, turned around and opened the rear door.
Xiao Wei jumped down first: "Wow, snow! It's snowing!"
Ji Jingxing also helped Song's mother out, "Mom, we're here."
The hotel staff came to greet them, and a group of people walked in with deep feet and shallow feet.
From time to time, Xiao Wei grabbed the snow on the side of the road to play with, and inadvertently threw Lin Yan all over her body, and the snow particles slid down into her neck.
Lin Yan shuddered, and was not to be outdone once the gloves were taken off: "Okay Xiaowei, just wait for me!"
The two made a fuss, Xiao Wei hid behind Ji Jingxing, Lin Yan threw a snowball at him.
Ji Jingxing's face turned green, and he was furious: "Lin Yan, Ji Weiwei, you guys can't stop!"
Lin Yan spread his hands: "Hey, it's not my fault, you are the one who wants to stand there."
Although the two had reconciled long ago, she never let go of the opportunity to be prosperous in such trivial matters.
It's strange to say that Ji Jing's behavior is gentle and indifferent, but Lin Yan can't get along with him.
At this time, the suitcase was put aside, and the sleeves were rolled up: "Xiao Wei, put it on for me!"
Song Yuhang went through the check-in procedures at the front desk, and when he looked back, there was already a mess in the courtyard.
She shook her head helplessly, with a smile on her lips: "Hey, come in quickly, let's go have dinner."
After the group finished their dinner, the battle scene was shifted from the snow to the hot spring. In the end, even Song Yuhang was forced to join the battle, hiding from the splashing water.
Song's mother was old, and she was prone to dizziness after soaking for a long time. She landed early, wrapped in a thin blanket, holding a toy like a child clapping her hands, waving the flag and shouting.
"Quick, quick, over there, Xiaowei, Yanyan, she ran over there!"
As soon as Song Yuhang emerged from the bottom of the water, he was splashed straight: "Mom, where are you from, bah... bah bah bah!"
After playing until she was exhausted, Lin Yan yawned and followed her back to her room to sleep.
As soon as she entered the room, Song Yuhang picked her up, Lin Yan put her arms around her neck, and was put into the bathtub.
After washing, she was already yawning continuously, unable to open her sleepy eyes, and was carried to the bed again in a daze.
Song Yuhang pulled the quilt to wrap him around him, and complained: "You're still jet-lagged, I told you to go to bed earlier and you insist on playing."
Lin Yan's long eyelashes fluttered up and down. Not only did his skin turn white and rosy after taking a shower, but his eyes also faintly glistened with water.
She scratched her hand: "itch."
Song Yuhang pulled back the quilt and saw that his fair skin was red in a large area, probably from playing with snow and freezing red.
The police officer scolded and went to find medicine for her: "When can you save me some snacks, huh?"
Lin Yan buried his face in her arms: "Woo..."
This woman has a way of playing prestige, and she has a way of acting coquettishly.
Song Yuhang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After applying the ointment for her, he wiped his hands with a wet towel, turned off the lamp, shrank into the bed, hugged her, and patted her on the back lightly.
"good night."
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After a day's jet lag, the two came to the city hall to submit their marriage application. After accepting the application, the staff quickly stamped it with a red stamp and asked them to complete the marriage ceremony within 90 days.
After Song Lin returned to the hotel, he and Song's mother went through the almanac for a long time, and finally decided on a good and auspicious day.
a week later.
The two got up early and walked into the city hall together. The officiant was a staff member of the British Columbia government, who was already waiting for them.
The foreign judge with blue eyes and white hair watched the two newcomers walk in side by side.
It’s rare to see a sunny day in Vancouver today. The city hall has been built for some years. The architectural style is more like a church. The eaves are piled with white snow, and the sun shines on them through various diamond windows.
Lin Yan was wearing a white tuxedo suit, tall and tall, with a slender and slender figure, her hair was neatly coiled, and she held her arm with a delicate smile on her face.
Song Yuhang is wearing the same black suit, her hair is meticulously arranged, and the tie was put on by Lin Yan himself this morning. She is already tall, and the suit pants are straight, and her leather shoes make her look more dignified, upright, and heroic. Sassy.
The hand holding Lin Yan trembled with excitement, Song Yuhang turned his head to look at her, and his eyes met.
There is some irrepressible joy for each other.
In just a few tens of steps on the red carpet, those past events are vivid in my mind, from knowing nothing about each other to tit for tat, to staying together and knowing each other, and when they really stand in front of the officiant.
Lin Yan's eye sockets were slightly wet.
The same is true for Song Yuhang.
The judge's voice was solemn and solemn: "We are gathered here today in the sight of God, and in the face of this pany, to join together Song yu hang and Lin Yan in holy matrimony."
(Today, we gather here under God's gaze, and in front of this group of people, to witness the sacred marriage of Song Yuhang and Lin Yan.)
The judge opened the Bible and read the libretto. Song's mother in the auditorium next to her had tears in her eyes and covered her mouth with her hands.
"Song yu hang Do you take Lin yan for your wful married wife, to live together after God's ordinance, in the holy estate of matrimonyWill you love, honor, fort, and cherish her from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto her for as long as you both shall live
(Are you willing to accept Lin Yan as your legal wife in this sacred wedding, and live together under the guidance of God? Are you willing to love her, respect her, comfort her, care for her and be with you from now on? Will he treat her faithfully without thinking otherwise in his lifetime?)
Song Yuhang looked into her eyes and said without hesitation: "I am willing."
When it was her turn to ask Lin Yan, she froze for a moment, the judge was looking at her, Song's mother and Ji Jingxing were also looking at her, Song Yuhang was a little nervous and licked his lower lip.
The corners of Lin Yan's lips curled up, her face flushed slightly: "I am willing."
The officiant happily closed the Bible.
It stands to reason that at this time they should fill out the marriage registration form face to face, and the judge declares that they are officially married, and Song Yuhang can kiss her wife.
But no one spoke.
Lin Yan suddenly knelt down on one knee, took out the ring box from his suit jacket, opened it and handed it to her.
Her eyes were bright: "Although I said before that I don't want to get married, I don't want to have an emotional bond with anyone."
"But seeing you blocking the knife for me, taking risks for me alone, working hard for our wedding, and seeing you standing here in a dress at this moment, I suddenly feel that getting married seems to be a good thing."
She raised her eyebrows and looked at her with a smile on her lips.
"Do you still remember that I said I would give you a diamond ring?"
"Song Yuhang, marry me."