The fans in the live broadcast room watched the two exchange emerald wedding rings in front of the altar. The barrage was full of blessings.
“Daughter-in-law’s eyes are so gentle”
“The cub has a family”
“Suddenly I want to cry” [E/n: same, same]
The camera slowly shifted from the altar to the bench underneath it and fans found familiar faces on the wooden bench.
The sentimental Shi Liang shed tears. He remembered the silence of the border town. For some reason, it was not easy for two people to accompany each other.
Zhuang Zhou’s eyes were also red and the fierce-looking Yan Shen looked soft, even the scars on his face were not so scary.
Lan Heng, who was in good condition, was infected by Shi Liang and secretly wiped his tears. Han Duqiu handed him a tissue.
“I saw Lan Heng and them”
“Put on the bottom of the press box”
“There are also cub’s classmates!”
Yan Ji looked at Yan Zhao, who returned to his seat unsmiling, wondering if Yan Zhao would not open the photos. After all, it is normal for Yan Zhao to be dissatisfied with the little son-in-law with Yan Zhao’s pickiness.
“You won’t open it?”
Yan Zhao did not refute.
Yan Ji chuckled in and was about to persuade him, but Yan Zhao frowned and said, “Obviously I should be the one escorting Shen Chi to enter the venue.”
Yan Ji feels that he has been worrying for nothing. If he was right, his elder brother almost said that he was his cub.[tl: YZ treats SC as his son.]
When the wedding ceremony ended it was already night. You can overlook the whole city when you board the observation deck of Reykjavik Cathedral. Shen Chi loosen the white cufflinks and went to the observation deck. The beautiful red hair was blown into chaos by the wind.
Reykjavík was silent at night. The red and green small houses were lit with faint lights during the night..
Yan Xue Xiao’s voice rang beside him, “I heard that we can see the aurora today.”
Shen Chi looked towards the dark sky. The night was without any light, as if all the light was swallowed.
He didn’t know if he could see it, but he suddenly wanted to see it today. Yan Xue Xiao was the light in the dark night and he hugged him out of the dead water in the dry lake.
As time went by, there was no movement in the dark sky. He was about to speak, when suddenly a misty light appeared in front of him.
Fog and darkness wander wantonly, rendering dense clouds and the gorgeous aurora sky jumps and flashes. The flashes under the sky light band are particularly shocking, as if the whole starry sky were burning.
Shen Chi couldn’t help pointing to the sky and said, “Look at the light.”
Yan Xue Xiao watched the excited boy and lowered his eyes, “I saw it.”
Shen Chi said that he is his light, but it is clear that the young man is his light, supporting him not to fall into the darkness.
Shen Chi looked at the sky as bright as day without blinking. He didn’t notice Yan Xue Xiao’s sight. The next second his head was caressed.
Yan Xue Xiao kissed his warm lips and they kissed under the aurora.
Shen Chi returned to the hotel from Reykjavik Cathedral, where snow-capped mountains stood at the end.
He opened the door and the room was filled with all kinds of wedding gifts, including handmade clay dolls from Shi Liang, mechanical keyboards from Zhuang Zhou and then calligraphy and paintings from Yan Zhao …
He sat at the table and looked through the gifts. What he was most satisfied with was the full set of skins given by Xu Cheng. He couldn’t wait to change his M4 with a new skin.
Just then, the door of the room was knocked. He went to the door and opened it. Yan Chen Chen stood outside the door holding a picture, “The first picture I drew.”
Shen Chi lowered his head to look at Little Bean, who was looking up. He bent down to accept the painting on Yan Chen Chen’s hand.
The scene of Yan Chen Chen as flower boy behind him was drawn crookedly with a watercolor pen on paper, but there was no trace of Yan Xue Xiao.
“This is you.”
“And this is me.”
Yan Chen Chen pinched his small fist and asked, “Do you think it looks good?”
“It looks good.”
Shen Chi thinks about it seriously, at least it looks better than his painting. It can be seen that there are two people.
Hearing his answer, Yan Chen Chen couldn’t control the joy in his tone and handed him the painting, “Then I’ll give it to you.”
Yan Xue Xiao, who arrived at the door, glanced at Little Bean faintly.
Under Yan Xue Xiao’s gaze, Yan Chen Chen lowered himself and took out a brush paper to draw Yan Xue Xiao in the corner of the paper..
After he gave the painting to Shen Chi, he saw Yan Xuexiao look at A Pei at the door. Ah Pei took Yan Chenchen away.
Yan Chenchen, who was forced to hang in the air, knew that Yan Xue Xiao must be jealous of the fact that he can get compliments from Shen Chi. He looked at Shen Chi as if complaining, but the young man was pulled outside the door.
Little Bean clicked his tongue, telling himself that the idol wants to protect him so he would not show his love for him.
Shen Chi collected Yan Chen Chen’s paintings. He didn’t know Yan Chenchen’s thought. Even if he knew it, he would only be indifferent.
Yan Xue Xiao looked at Yan Chen Chen’s painting thoughtfully. He picked up the brush that he had sent and it was moisturized in the pen holder.
“Do you want to paint too?”
Shen Chi asked curiously.
Yan Xue Xiao hummed softly.
Although Shen Chi doesn’t know how to paint, he likes to watch Yan Xue Xiao paint. When he was about to sit down on a chair, he was suddenly taken to bed.
He was lying on the bed in a white wedding gown. As soon as he pulled it down it fell off his back. Through the reflection of the glass window he could see Yan Xue Xiao lifted a pen to paint on his back.
The moist pen tip fell on his smooth back. His skin was sensitive and trembling. His thin waist was bound so he could only let the ink-stained brush slowly draw a large outline on his back.
The cold nib sometimes resembled feather strokes and sometimes he flicked heavily. He could even feel the emerald wedding ring inadvertently rubbed .
Every stroke Yan Xue Xiao dropped was profoundly printed. In his mind, a small wolf dog appeared on his white back.
His heart leaped fiercely, and the movements behind him gradually became fierce, like ink pouring into his skin. He struggled subconsciously, but his hips were gently slapped.
The ink stained deeper, mixed with water on his body. The wet skin showed an opaque ink texture and his face was red from the tip of his ears to his chest.
The young man was groggy and ignored the danger behind him. When the last stroke fell, he couldn’t think, almost everything went black before his eyes.
Outside the window is a holy snow-capped mountain. His crucified body is filled with soreness and a pure white wedding gown hangs around his thin waist. After an unknown period of time, he grunted biting the sheets, even the corners of his eyes were flushed red.
The man asked gently, “What’s wrong?”
His face fell into the pillow, “My belly is going to be full.”
The sound is so small that it is almost inaudible.
TL: Little Bean you cannot compare with your uncle. In SC’s heart YXX is number 1.