Marriage carries countless words of blessing, whether it is an ordinary motorcade or a luxurious motorcade, whether it is in a high-end hotel or an ordinary restaurant.
As long as there is no malicious conjecture, we are still more willing to give praise.
Because it is a festive day.
Because it will always appear by your side, because it will always come, when you are looking forward to it, when you are confused... no matter when it is, it will always come.
The most important day for you, and your significant other.
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The bride's day is the most beautiful, her smile is enough to rival the brilliance of all magnificent gemstones.
Tao Xiaman threw out her hydrangea and threw her blessing into the sky vigorously. The hydrangea woven by the pure white perfume lilies may have been too forceful, as if they had crossed the crowd of expectant female guests at once.
"Hey, where did you throw it?"
"Look for it!"
Seeing a group of female guests looking for the hydrangea with their heads down, the bride couldn't help but smile, and the groom just smiled.
But it seems that the hydrangea has not been found after searching for a long time. The groom couldn't help but asked curiously: "Xia Man, the hydrangea you threw can really hide, and I didn't see it? Where is it?"
The bride just smiled slightly, "I don't know."
This is a happy day, Zhou Zihao naturally won't care about such a trivial matter.
At this time, he turned his gaze and saw a young man appearing next to the banquet, and said in a low voice: "Xia Man, Officer Lin is here. I'll go over and greet him. Thanks to his help, I made an exception. "
"Okay, I'll go there later." Tao Xiaman smiled.
It was indeed thanks to Officer Lin's help that he was able to have such a special meeting in a special meeting room in that way as an exception.
She never thought that Police Officer Lin would agree. It's just that in life, there will always be some accidents... some accidents that neither you nor I can predict, and we couldn't believe it at the beginning.
Tao Xiaman's eyes flicked across the crowd, and vaguely, he seemed to see a figure flashing past, holding the hydrangea in his hand, and disappearing into the crowd.
This was the third time she had seen this figure.
Now... the first time in the old noodle shop... the second time when she had to leave the old house to prepare for the wedding that day.
Only a very simple sentence.
He stood on the street, as if no one could see him, and the world seemed to slow down in Tao Xiaman's eyes... He seemed to be talking there, logically speaking, it was impossible for her to hear him at such a distance.
But Tao Xiaman was very clear that there was a voice coming into his ears.
"Since you have been waiting and want to know, why don't you go and confirm it yourself? The answer may be somewhere you can reach."
The mysterious young man disappeared into the crowd in an instant, and time seemed to resume its normal flow, just like now.
"Xia Man, Xia Man!" In the distance, Zhou Zihao looked for him.
"Oh, I'll be right over."
So the bride withdrew her gaze and walked towards her husband... and didn't care about so many details.
Because ah, this is really the happiest day of her life.
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"To be honest, I'm still not used to drinking this kind of foreign guy. It's not authentic to use white wine."
It was still dusk at the corner of the playground in the prison. Old Feng frowned, put down the small cup in his hand, and couldn't help muttering.
But even though there were many murmurings, Lao Feng still drank one cup after another of the drinks that were filled up by the owner of the club himself.
Because, this is the drink brought from the wedding banquet. As for the stone benches they were sitting on, there were also a few dishes brought from the banquet venue.
Lao Feng picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times before asking, "What kind of dish is this?"
"A match made in heaven." Luo Qiu replied softly.
"Isn't it just brine!" Lao Feng muttered again with a look of disgust, but then picked up an extra piece and put it in his mouth.
Then, he waved his chopsticks, pointed to another dish, and asked, "What about this one?"
"Bring the white head together."
Lao Feng continued to disdain and said, "Isn't it just a pig's trotter!"
But he still picked it up, chewed it in small sips, and then took a small sip of the foreign wine he said was not authentic.
In this way, the time passed quietly while the old man asked the name of the dish and tasted it.
Later, Lao Feng said that drinking alone was too boring, so Boss Luo took off half of his mask and drank this unauthentic foreign wine together.
"To be honest, no one has had a drink with me for a long time." Lao Feng became a little drunk, looked up at the moon in the middle of the night sky, and said with blurred eyes: "I remember the last time, it was several years ago."
Luo Qiu asked curiously, "Apart from Chinese New Year, is there still drinking here?"
Old Feng smiled and said: "Remember that police officer I told you about before? When he came to visit me, he would accompany me for a drink or two, chatting and so on. But ah, those days are gone. This The last time you drank with me, it reminded me of him."
"Really." Luo Qiu raised the wine glass, lightly touched Lao Feng's wine glass, and watched the moonlight with Lao Feng, "Tonight is the new moon."
"Yes, Xinyue." Old Feng replied softly.
His voice was very low, and he gradually closed his eyes, and soon he heard the sound of sound breathing... In fact, it was someone who hadn't drunk alcohol for a long time, and was not used to the effects of alcohol on the body.
And obviously he disliked it, but he drank most of it after one bottle, how could he not get drunk easily
The moon began to crawl westward little by little, and it was twelve o'clock.
The time to trade contracts has come.
Luo Qiu sent the drunk old Feng back to his bed, covered him with a quilt, then stretched out his hands and pressed on Lao Feng's chest, and grabbed him out as agreed at the beginning … lifespan.
Old Feng turned around, but there was a smile on his face, as if he was having a good dream.
"This old man is in good health. Even now, he can live for another twenty years."
The voice of the maid lady quietly appeared behind the club owner. You Ye still held an envelope in his hand.
The maid from the club came quietly, and also quietly handed the envelope to her master, and said softly, "Master, it's ready."
"Rinse it so soon." Luo Qiu smiled and opened the envelope at the same time.
The maid just smiled. In fact, she had finished rinsing at an earlier time, and she just picked this time to come... She knew her master would like this time.
Inside was a newly developed photograph, black and white. In the photo, the bride is holding flowers and smiling brightly.
Luo Qiu put the photo on Old Feng's palm, stood up, and said softly: "Then... thank you for coming, guest."
It was midnight, and everything was quiet. (.)