48 Returning Echoes | Bride Kidnapping
She lowered her head to change her shoes, and the slender tips of the Ophiopogon japonicus leaves brushed across the back of her hand, feeling cool.
Jiang Yu's living room has always been very tidy, but it is too empty. A glass is lying upside down on the coffee table, with a circle of water marks on the drain.
Lin Weifeng put the Ophiopogon japonicus into an empty vase, placed it next to the glass, and wiped off the water marks.
There was a gray training suit draped over the armrest of the sofa, as if he had put it down in a hurry. Lin Weifeng threw it into the washing machine and pressed the quick wash button.
The bedroom door was ajar, and she pushed it open and went in.
The bed sheet was smooth, and only one of the two pillows had a dent.
Under the bedside lamp, a notebook was spread out.
Lin Weifeng picked up the notebook and saw a familiar line of handwriting on the page:
Lin Weifeng, if you are here, please turn to the next page.
The silent communication made her pause her fingertips. There was a breeze blowing outside the window, and the tips of the Ophiopogon japonicus leaves trembled, rustling, which was very pleasant to hear.
She smiled and turned over.
With a flick of her fingertips, she turned to the next page and saw four words:
I like you.
Lin Weifeng couldn't help but laugh at this straightforward childishness. His laughter burst out, and a small echo echoed in the empty room.
But the next second, she remembered what Su Tian said.
collusion.
How could such a serious word be associated with such a pure person?
The easiest way to destroy a capable and talented person is to cast a shadow over him.
His abilities were locked, his edge was broken, and he could no longer reach the ideal city he was supposed to go to.
A person who cannot use his abilities cannot live a happy life. Among the ways of casting shadows, the most vicious is not to destroy his body, but to tamper with the direction of his abilities.
Twist talent into the abyss and force ambition into a dark alley.
Every room needs lights, and no one can walk in the haze for too long.
Lin Weifeng didn’t know what the truth was, nor did she know where Jiang Yu was going, but she tried her best to dispel the haze that was about to engulf him.
She looked around, found a pen on the desk, picked it up, and squatted down next to the bedside table again.
Lin Weifeng turned another page of the notebook and wrote on the next page:
When it gets dark, you can see the stars clearly.
When people calm down, they can feel the breeze.
No matter what the situation is, my answer remains the same: I am very sure that you are a good person.
Except, he always ignores me.
——The breeze stays
The wedding day set by Sun Zhengxiao soon arrived, and Lin Weifeng attended as scheduled.
Xun Song’s former residence is a water-dominated garden. In the early years, it was a summer resort for emperors and generals, and the scenery is pleasant.
The morning mist had just dissipated, and above the water lane and under the arch bridge, the black-sailed boat carrying the bride slowly approached.
Two glass lamps with the red word "囍" (囍) on them hung at the bow of the boat. The lampshades were decorated with cinnabar depictions of twin lotus flowers, swaying gently with the sound of the oars.
The water ripples, and the plum blossoms on the shore give off a cool fragrance, which is the unique scent of this season.
The bride's boudoir is located in Jianshan Building, which is a Western-style suite converted from the original Embroidery Building.
Inside the rosewood door cover, there is a four-poster bed with canopies made of cream-colored satin. On it is the "Western Garden Elegant Gathering" embroidered by Gu Chengxiu, which is also a wedding gift for Sun Zhengxiao.
The makeup artist is putting makeup on Lin Weifeng.
Waves of guests arrived, curiously leaning on the windows to look in.
"Is that the bride?"
"The bride is so beautiful."
"Song Ze is so lucky."
…
The friendly cheers were related to Lin Weifeng, but also had nothing to do with him.
According to what Sun Zhengxiao sent, the first thing Lin Weifeng put on today was a modified cheongsam in the color of "Moonlight White", which was elegant and low-key.
The makeup artist used an old-fashioned technique, curling her eyelashes and applying a dab of vintage lipstick the color of crushed pomegranate petals.
"Put the lipstick here later. I won't take it away to prevent the groom from losing control and eating it." The makeup artist smiled happily and gave a kind reminder, as if she was very experienced.
When Lin Weifeng heard this, he didn't know what to reply. He felt like a stand-in, uncomfortable all over, and just smiled.
I don’t even know where the groom is.
After putting on makeup, Lin Weifeng stood up, picked up the goose feather fan, and posed in front of the mirror.
She asked the makeup artist, "Can you see the scar on your shoulder?"
The makeup artist gave him a look: "I can't see it."
Because she got up too early, she didn't have time to change the dressing.
This dress had a three-quarter stand-up collar and a very thin waistline. Although it covered her scars, it was not very comfortable.
Seeing that the hands of the bronze clock in the room were moving rapidly, the wedding boat was about to dock, and there might not be enough time to change the medicine, so he gave up.
The makeup artist said to her, "If the makeup looks okay, I'll continue with your hair."
Lin Weifeng nodded and returned to his seat to sit quietly.
The makeup artist pulled her curly hair down low and secured it with a hairpin.
There was a pearl hanging from the hairpin, which trembled slightly at her temples as her body moved.
"The bride is so beautiful. When the groom sees her later, he will be so happy."
The makeup artist finished speaking, thinking it would amuse the bride, and looked at it expectantly, but...
Lin Weifeng couldn't laugh.
There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the window, and the people who were trying to climb over the window dispersed, replaced by layers of shouting.
Maybe the groom has arrived.
Lin Weifeng also stood up quickly, and Dongzhu swayed with the rhythm of her walking.
She wanted to know who her "groom" was.
The wedding boat slowly docked at the riverside downstairs.
Indeed, a man wearing a groom's brooch, a black tuxedo and a white camellia pinned to his collar walked down.
He waved to everyone, and after getting ashore, he bowed deeply to Song Ze's parents, said some prepared words, and then began to pretend to look for a bride, passing levels and playing games.
Unfortunately, this "groom" is not Jiang Yu.
Lin Weifeng vaguely remembered that this person was Song Ze's cousin.
It seems that like her, he was pulled in to be an actor.
Lin Weifeng walked back to the dressing mirror and sat down, stroking the box of lipstick with her fingers, with a heavy heart.
The makeup artist was still watching from the window, praising the groom's handsomeness and style. "There are all kinds of weddings, all kinds of couples, but today's one still makes me admire you. Ms. Sun, you are so lucky."
Ms. Sun is indeed very lucky.
But Ms. Lin was caught in a mess.
When I think about getting married to Song Ze's cousin, I can't imagine how awkward it would be...
It's all real actors performing a wedding drama, which is much scarier than cosplay.
Perhaps the games at the foot of the hill were too exciting, so the makeup artist and Lin Weifeng said they wanted to go out and see the world.
Lin Weifeng was feeling depressed at the time and didn't hear anything. She just kept mumbling to herself. The makeup artist thought she agreed and left.
Human joys and sorrows are not shared.
She was talking to herself in front of the mirror, lost in her own thoughts.
"Right now, probably only Galaxy Express can deliver Jiang Yu here."
"Not even a breeze, not even a tornado."
"How about running away from marriage?"
"But Xiaoxiao spent money and planned it carefully..."
"Ah... the world is just a giant makeshift troupe. When she's not around, we have to keep her company."
Maybe being in a bad mood really amplifies the pain. Today, Lin Weifeng always felt that the muscle in the middle of his shoulder blade seemed to be tightened by thin wire and then twisted hard. It was very painful and numb.
She took a breath and rummaged through her bag.
The zipper brushed across my fingertips, bringing out a little nameless anxiety.
She took out all the pain-relieving sprays and uterine-warming patches at once, and the bottles and jars rolled into a messy little square on the table.
Finally, I found the painkiller I needed.
"I'm still a little sore, could you give me some quick rub?"
She turned and said to the makeup artist.
But no one was seen.
However, at this moment, the door hinge made a slight sound...
"Can."
A deep male voice, with a little bit of rapid panting after running through the mountain road.
Lin Weifeng suddenly looked over and saw Jiang Yu quickly push open the door, standing with one hand on the door frame, his chest heaving.
"Fortunately, the mountain is not high and we can reach it in one minute," he said.
In the chilly early winter, beads of sweat trickled down his temples, but he smiled as if he had just outrun the whole world.
He was wearing a white tuxedo, the collar of which was slightly open due to the wind, and his black bow tie was slightly askew, as if it had been hastily snatched from someone's hand and tied on.
The enamel brooch on his chest was the "token of clearance" that Song Ze had given him earlier, and it was also a prop to advance the plot in the wedding planning.
It was inscribed: "True Bridegroom."
Lin Weifeng was a little stunned.
The groom at the foot of the mountain had already passed the first level. The salute exploded with a "bang" and the colored paper was blown into the air by the wind.
Cheers and applause were heard.
Lin Weifeng stood up slowly.
Jiang Yu closed the door, locked the window, and drew the curtains.
Suddenly, the only light left in the room was the soft light reflected from the makeup mirror.
Jiang Yu took two steps at a time and came to Lin Weifeng.
Lin Weifeng's fingers were still hanging in the air when the medicine bottle rolled down with a "click".
He placed his palms on her back, and the warmth passed through the thin fabric of her dress, like a sudden warm cloud.
Then he gently used force to hold her in his arms, lowered his head and said, "I'm going to snatch the bride, Breeze."
Miao Zheng did not harm Jiang Yu and let him return home safely. However, the anonymous letter of accusation arrived earlier than Jiang Yu.
In Miao Zheng's opinion, stirring up the situation is much more fun than getting rid of someone.
Before sunrise, Jiang Yu returned to No. 71 Yuhua Road.
Uncle Liu saw him coming back and quickly shared, "Your girlfriend was here."
Jiang Yu stopped before swiping the card, stood for a few seconds, and smiled slightly.
In the apartment, the training clothes hanging high, the ophiopogon grass swaying in the wind, and the velvet slippers with slightly changed angles made Jiang Yu feel at ease as soon as he entered the door.
He quickly took a shower, changed into the groom's suit hanging in the closet, rushed to the wedding venue, climbed mountains and crossed rivers, and rushed to stand in front of Lin Weifeng.
At that time, Lin Weifeng didn't know how much she had reacted. She didn't care about the ceremony process, the auspicious time, how many grooms there were, or what the planning was doing.
It doesn't matter whether he is a good guy who is a little bad, or a bad guy who is a little good.
She only knew that the person in front of her was Jiang Yu.
Lin Weifeng didn't care about that anymore. She raised her arms and put them around his neck, inserting her fingertips into the roots of his slightly damp hair.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." She murmured.
Then they gently moved their hands together, and their breaths collided.
The next second, she stood on tiptoe.
Jiang Yu leaned forward to greet him.
The moment their lips touched, he could taste the floral scent of her lipstick.
There was also a barely perceptible saltiness.
He opened his eyes slightly and found that she was crying.
The makeup brush rolled off the edge of the table, making a crisp sound.
The halo of light from the lamp in front of the mirror was filtered by the curtain into an ambiguous amber color, and the shadows of the two people stuck together, like a silhouette blurred by water.
Outside the door, applause, whistles, and countdown sounds came one after another.
Inside the door, there was only heartbeat and breathing, like two parallel waves, finally merging into the same deep sea at this moment.
The kiss stopped and Jiang Yu asked, "Why are you crying?"
Lin Weifeng said frankly: "I miss you."
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