Chapter 58: Flower Petal Rain
When they got off the helicopter in England, the surroundings were obviously empty, but Song Yujia could feel the strong English atmosphere. His English cells could not help but become active. He jumped up and hooked Fu Zhun's shoulders, "Hey, bro, how are you?"
Fu Jun glanced at him, and then long paragraphs of English came out of his mouth. Song Yujia listened to him mumbling a lot, but didn't understand a word.
"Honey, you should say, I'm fine, thank you, and you? You have to be polite, okay?"
"Okay, I'll take you somewhere."
An Biao and Lao Hu took their luggage and left directly. Song Yujia followed Fu Zhun into another car. It was rare that An Biao and Lao Hu did not follow him. She could not help but ask, "Where are we going, husband?"
"Baby, didn't I just tell you? Have you forgotten it?"
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What? Did he say that foreign language?
After Song Yujia realized what was going on, he wanted him to say it again, but Fu Jun refused to say it a second time. Song Yujia could only lean back in his seat angrily and turned his head to look out the window, seriously suspecting that Fu Jun was mocking his English level.
"I hate you again, Fu Zhun."
Unilaterally decided to have a cold war with Fu Zhun for ten seconds.
The streets in Britain were very different from those in China. The sight of European-style buildings made him excited. Song Yujia had never been abroad before, and all his attention was attracted by the strange scenery. He did not notice the abnormal condition of the man next to him.
After driving for a long time, the sun gradually slid to the horizon, and the car slowly stopped in front of a Gothic building. Behind it was the sea. The orange-yellow evening sunlight shone on the sea level and refracted on the beautiful building. In an instant, Song Yujia felt that he had come to the world of painting.
After getting off the bus, I couldn't help but sigh that this building is so British, with a pointy top.
"Honey, where is this? It's so beautiful."
"St. Teresa Cathedral, where I proposed..."
Song Yujia was stunned. She didn't expect Fu Jun to start from the place where her brother proposed to her. Looking closely, she saw that his hands were shaking a little at this moment. It seemed that he really missed his brother very much.
Feeling a little sorry for Fu Zhun, Song Yujia decided to put aside the ridicule of her English level, stepped forward, took Fu Zhun's hand, raised her hand and touched his head, "Hubby, don't be sad, I will always be with you."
"Hmm? I'm not sad."
"You're lying. Your hands are shaking with sadness."
Fu Zhun put one hand in his pocket with a guilty conscience and replied as if he didn't care: "I haven't driven on the right side for a long time. I'm a little nervous and my hand is cramped."
When Song Yujia heard this, she quickly grabbed his hand and started squeezing it, but she also felt sorry for Fu Zhun's hard work driving.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have let Biao go with the tiger."
Fu Jun didn't know why Song Yujia felt that he was sad, but since he had held his hand, there was no reason to let go, so he pulled him and walked slowly into the church.
Song Yujia was immersed in the exquisite sculptures on the walls of the church. He looked up at the tall spires and let Fu Jun lead him forward. Finally, he was led to the platform in the middle.
"It's really beautiful here. Brother is really good at choosing a place. Who can refuse a proposal here?"
"Really?"
Just as Song Yujia was about to answer "Yes, yes", Fu Jun had already knelt down on one knee facing him, and with his trembling hands, he held the ring box in front of him.
"Song Yujia, are you willing to marry me?"
Song Yujia looked at the man kneeling in front of him. A feeling he had never experienced before filled his whole body. He froze and couldn't move. His brain was unable to think, as if he was thrown into an ocean ball and was depriving of oxygen.
"How can you propose without flowers?"
"Sorry, is a shower of petals okay?"
As soon as Fu Zhun finished speaking, pink and white petals fell from the sky. Song Yujia's eyes began to moisten. He felt that these petals were really an eyesore and prevented him from seeing Fu Zhun clearly. He didn't know what to do. He was just thinking about what to say at this time so that Fu Zhun would stand up and hug him.
"Fu Zhun, I do."
The ring was put on Song Yujia's finger as wished, and Fu Jun stood up and hugged him as wished.
"Why did you propose to me so suddenly? You didn't even give me time to prepare. If I had known, I would have dressed more nicely."
Fu Zhun raised his hand to wipe the tears from Song Yujia's eyes, and said with a smile: "I saw a very beautiful diamond ring at an auction some time ago, and I felt that you would like it, so I bought it and gave it to you."
"It's really big and beautiful, wow~"
Song Yujia looked at the ring in his hand and felt his eyes were dazzled. His tears had their own thoughts and kept flowing down uncontrollably. Fu Zhun wiped his tears while smiling.
"Little crybaby, someone is coming."
An old man with a white beard walked into the church. Song Yujia was startled and quickly raised the back of his hand to wipe his tears. Fu Zhun hurriedly grabbed his hand with the ring to prevent himself from being scratched.
"It was the priest. My brother said that this is a church blessed by God and the most effective place to bless lovers with long-lasting love. So I brought you here and invited the priest. I hope that we can also have a long-lasting love, just like my brother and his friends, in any way possible."
"But husband, what should I do if I don't understand what the priest is saying?"
"It doesn't matter, he speaks Chinese."
There were no flowery words, no lively guests, but the scene was still lively. There was the priest's voice, and his and Fu Zhun's strong heartbeats. The "I do" that used to only appear on TV was happening to me.
"Now you can kiss each other."
Their chests pressed tightly together, Song Yujia's heartbeat came out of his body and became accurate. The priest left at some point, and they were the only ones left in the world. The last ray of light in the dusk shone through the window onto their embracing bodies, and time froze at this moment.
"So happy, husband."
"Then every time I buy a beautiful ring, I will propose to you. I will propose until we are old and gray, and we die together."
"Then I will agree to you as quickly as possible every time."
On the bench, Song Yujia leaned on Fu Jun's shoulder. Through the window, the sea surface was faintly glowing blue. After staring at it for a long time, Song Yujia turned her head and looked at Fu Jun.
"Hubby, kiss me again."
"Baby, I love you more every day than the day before."
Fu Jun held his head and kissed him softly.
Song Yujia thought, if only he had wings, he could take Fu Jun to fly into the sky right now, which would be so romantic.
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