Su Rourou raised her left hand, looked and looked involuntarily, the corner of her mouth was always filled with a happy smile.
Luo Yichen looked at her flowery face with satisfaction, touched her hair that was blown a little messy by the wind, then clasped her shoulders with both hands, forcing her to turn around.
"Wow!" At the moment when she turned around, Su Rourou saw a heart-shaped pattern made of white candles on the beach at some point. The candlelight was flickered by the sea breeze, casting swaying light and shadow on the beach.
Luo Yichen took her hand and approached the heart-shaped candle step by step...
When they just stood still, the sound of fireworks flying into the sky suddenly sounded in the distant sky, followed by the sound of fireworks blooming.
Su Rourou looked back unconsciously, at the place where the sea and the sky meet, colorful fireworks gradually rise up, blooming beautiful moments in the air one by one.
The brilliant colors of the fireworks are reflected in their pupils...
Luo Yichen held her hand tightly, and the other hand naturally wrapped around her waist: "Idiot, I said before, I want to hold hands with you for the rest of my life, watching the most beautiful fireworks."
He still remembers the New Year's Eve in the second year of high school. She once told him enviously that he didn't know which boy lit a heart-shaped fireworks for his beloved girl...
"Well, I will hold your hand forever and never let go." Su Rourou's heart was greatly touched, and at a certain moment, her eye sockets were a little moist.
At this time, Luo Yichen took out two little red books from his pocket as if he was juggling again, and handed one of them into her hand.
Su Rourou looked at the dim moonlight, and just now she saw the three big characters "Marriage Certificate" written on it.
"Luo Yichen, where did you get this?"
"What do you think?" Luo Yichen raised his eyebrows at her.
Su Rourou suddenly realized: Oh, the almighty Taobao...
"But, didn't you say that it doesn't matter if there is a marriage certificate to prove our relationship?" Su Rourou raised her small face and looked at him with some puzzlement.
"This is not a proof, but a... commemoration." He just hoped that there would be something that could witness their eternal moment.
Su Rourou opened the first page with some curiosity, and found that what was pasted on it was actually an artistic photo taken by the two of them when they were three years old.
In the photo, she was wearing a white tutu, and he was wearing a little black suit, which really looked like the kind of dress he would wear when he was married.
Su Rourou looked at this photo full of memories, and her mind was like a movie scene, flashing through every bit of their relationship from childhood to adulthood.
"Do you like it?" Luo Yichen kept his gaze on her small face, paying attention to every change in her expression.
"En." Su Rourou nodded with some emotion, and then carefully put the small red book into her bag.
"Idiot, from today...you will be my wife." Luo Yichen embraced her from behind, whispering in her ear, his words were full of happiness and nostalgia.
"Damn it, don't make it so nasty..." Su Rourou blushed, but her heart trembled slightly because of the word "wife".
But Luo Yichen naturally wouldn't overturn her so easily, he made an even more shameless request: "Hey, call your husband to come and listen..."
"No, I don't..." Su Rourou naturally refused shyly.
Luo Yichen then began to attack the sensitive parts of her body (it's very pure here, referring to the ticklish parts), causing her to beg for mercy.
"Hurry up, call me husband, and I'll let you go..." Luo Yichen continued with his hands.
"Okay, alright, hubby..." Su Rourou dodged and called out in a low voice.
"What did you just say, say the last two words again."
"husband… "
The two played around for a while in the cold night, just as they got into the car and were about to start it, Luo Yichen's cell phone rang.
"Yichen, come back quickly! Your father... was taken away by the Disciplinary Committee."