My love is unwavering
The newlyweds traveled around three countries, their honeymoon ended successfully, and they plunged into the daily life of rice, rice, oil and salt, but their love was as sweet as ever.
During that time, Jiang Liu had been remotely monitoring the progress of the wedding house's decoration. Yu Ran's "What's the Crime of the King" was completed as scheduled, and the final chapter was full of sugar content, earning readers' tears.
The full text of the new book is in manuscript form, and the title still needs to be considered.
After landing, Xiangze took a short rest and couldn't wait to inspect the wedding room.
The three-bedroom, two-living room, two-bathroom apartment is arranged as follows: a master bedroom, two secondary bedrooms combined into a study, and the main living room connected to a terrace, offering optimal lighting and reserved for Jiang Liu's love of flowers and plants. A side hall serves as a dining and leisure area. The kitchen and bathroom are particularly thoughtfully designed; the former is fully enclosed, while the latter features an oversized walk-in bathtub, specifically designed for romance, while daily washing is provided separately.
Bamboo green walls, tea-brown counters, half-moon-shaped doorways, embossed stained windows with flowers and a full moon, the Nanyang light retro style is like wearing a leather jacket, drinking hot cocoa, and peeling off coconut candy wrapped in palm leaves.
But why is it called a light retro? Because in the future, flowers will be everywhere in the house, so the decoration avoids complicated flower tiles, gorgeous carpets, and large-scale wall carvings, and only slightly embellishes the corners. Retro is not thorough.
"Baby, come to the bedroom quickly!" Yu Ran shouted.
Jiang Liu flew over, his eyes filled with shock.
If I were to say what is the most satisfying part of the whole house, it would probably be this four-poster bed with double moon doors.
Once the curtain is drawn, all that happened yesterday and all that happened today, whether right or wrong, no one, whether god or mortal, can interfere.
"I like this..." Jiang Liu smiled at Yu Ran through the openwork carving of dragon and phoenix patterns.
This smile seemed to be about to unfold a drama of a thousand years of love.
Yu Ran scratched the bridge of his nose.
While visiting the house, the two planned to choose a good day to hold a housewarming party.
When he reached the door, he found a package. When Jiang Liu opened it, he found it was the first print run of the second volume of "What is the Crime of the King?"
The pages of the book are so sharp that they cut my hands. The black ink on the white paper is so eye-catching. This is the author's precious hard work, so precious that the Chinese characters that make up the words and sentences seem to be Yu Ran's original creation.
Jiang Liu's heart moved and he turned to the last page. He wanted to read the final chapter again, but he heard Yu Ran calling him in the living room, one after another, as if every room and every turn was filled with his many affectionate names for him.
"Baby~baby~dear——"
Yu Ran was showing off his mounted work. Jiang Liu went over to take a look and saw that it was a multitude of replies from foreign countries, all bearing fruit from seeds planted at the post office in Country A.
Inside the frame, the reply letters were arranged neatly in order, with the gaps covered with several sheets of red paper, and greetings such as "safety" and "good luck" were written in thick ink.
“It’s so beautiful!”
"Where should I put it?"
"Put it on the incense table opposite the entrance so we can see it as soon as we enter."
Yu Ran did as he was told, and Jiang Liu ran to the door, going in and out, imitating the surprise he felt at first sight when he entered.
"Don't run away, let me kiss you. I haven't kissed you yet today."
With the door and window open, they kissed freely, fearlessly in love. In the warm sun and fragrant breeze, they peered through the window, flipping through the pages of "What is the Crime of the King?"
"The word 'fate' is such a coincidence. When Jing Liu proposed to Song Yiran in the snow, the ring Song Yiran was hiding inside his ski suit almost fell out.
So, that night, while everyone around him was engrossed in the concert, Song Yiran sneaked backstage to cram for the exam.
Facing the slightly huge saxophone, he played the melody of "I Will Make You Happy" with "wooli wooli".
The lights came back on, and Song Yiran hurried onto the stage, singing "I Only Care About You" fluently and passionately. When he saw his lover's tears, he decided to play "I Will Make You Happy" a little more off-key to make him laugh.
That day was Song Yiran's birthday. The first snow was falling all over the world. Two ice crystals fell and were attached to each other's ring fingers, never to melt.
The process of getting the marriage certificate abroad was extremely smooth, but it took two weeks to get the actual marriage certificate.
The A4 paper is slightly stiff, with intricate patterns and flowing cursive characters. There is also a blank space below the couple's photo and Chinese and English signatures.
It is just enough to hold the engagement diamond ring.
Jingliu and Song Yiran's wedding was held as scheduled abroad...
With two boys, there was naturally no bride-picking ceremony. While getting her hair and makeup done, Song Yiran noticed the golden maple leaves in full bloom outside the window and strode out to the street to find the two largest and most complete ones. When Jingliu returned, he was dressed neatly, smiling, and looked just like the newlyweds waiting to be picked up. A thought quietly emerged that delighted Song Yiran.
"Groom, where have you been?"
Song Yiran stepped forward and pinned a maple leaf behind his orchid boutonniere. Jing Liu understood and did the same.
"I found some sweet osmanthus sauce pancakes. Try them."
“Delicious~”
With Jingliu's approval, Song Yiran quietly added it to the dessert menu.
After breakfast, the wedding car was waiting outside the hotel.
The newlyweds sat in the back row and drove all the way to Quiet Bay National Park.
The wedding venue was chosen in the scenic Jingwan Park. The lake was shining, the autumn wind was rustling and the bells were ringing. Between two hundred-foot golden maple trees facing each other, a red silk was tied together, which was a perfect match.
Guests gathered below the stage, chatting and laughing among the shadows of the flowers. The aroma of tea and snacks, the drumbeats of the wedding march, and the expectant gazes of the crowd all converged on this auspicious moment.
"Enter the loving grooms!"
The emcee's name was Lin, and she had a close relationship with the newlyweds. A top student in broadcasting and hosting, she felt obliged to come upon receiving the invitation.
On the red carpet, Jing Liu and Song Yiran walked hand in hand, step by step, slowly and solemnly.
After the emcee's speech, the families of both newlyweds took the stage to offer their blessings. Song Yiran's mother and sister were on the left, and Jingliu's parents were on the right. The four of them walked side by side on the red carpet, smiling and waving to their friends and family in the audience.
Mother Song's face was flushed, and she spoke first:
"Hello everyone, I'm Song Yiran's mother. First of all, thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend our children's wedding. I wish you all happiness and well."
"My biggest thanks go to my in-laws for their tireless efforts over the past 20 years in raising such an outstanding, kind, filial, and refined child. They provided tremendous support and care throughout their courtship and marriage, and for treating Yiran like their own child. This is truly touching."
"Finally, I wish the children all the best and a long life of love and happiness!"
There was thunderous applause from the audience.
Jingliu's parents were still trying to give way to each other, so the lady spoke first:
"Thank you to all the relatives and friends in the audience for coming from afar to witness the children's happy moment. In fact, we are grateful to Yiran's family from the bottom of our hearts, because Jingliu's father and I spoiled this child since he was young. Thank you for your tolerance and respect, and for your willingness to pass on this happiness."
"Jingliu often said that he envied the relationship between me and his father, and that he longed to meet someone worthy of dedicating his life to. I imagine that person is right beside him right now, as healthy, friendly, filial, and promising as ever..."
The speech was cordial and touching.
Song Yiran's sister raised the microphone.
She had a dream in which her brother was in a car accident and lost his memory. When she woke up, she immediately called to ask if he was safe. It was Jingliu who answered the phone. He did not tell Song Yiran about the nightmare, but instead conveyed his sister's concern. This made her love him even deeper.
Due to her personality, she didn't say anything sentimental. Between the lines, she had already treated Jingliu as her own brother. Jingliu's father burst into tears.
The newlyweds listened to the blessings with smiles on their faces. The enthusiasm in the audience gradually subsided, and they waited for the oath to be taken.
Jing Liu held the microphone in one hand and held Song Yiran's hand with the other, and was unwilling to let go even though the hands were warm.
"Mr. Jingliu, are you willing to become Mr. Song Yiran's partner, share joys and sorrows, respect each other's parents, share responsibilities and obligations, and pursue a bright future together, with only this person by your side. You will put respect, trust, tolerance, and cherishment first, day after day, year after year, and live up to this promise for your entire life?"
"I do." Jing Liu said, "My commitment and love for him will constitute my work and life."
Song Yiran's heart trembled, and he looked at him in the shadow of the golden maple tree.
"Mr. Song Yiran, are you willing to be Mr. Jingliu's partner? To move forward with courage in good times, to be his support in bad times, to prepare for the day's happiness in the morning, to listen to his heart at night, to stand together through thick and thin, to support each other day and night, until the end of our lives?"
"I do." Song Yiran said, "My heart will never change, forever and ever."
The ordained child was a little boy named Wen. Jing Liu and Song Yiran had even attended the school open day on behalf of his parents. To the boy, the two older brothers were both brothers and friends.
At the age of 13, he had a tall and straight figure and was just beginning to mature. All the guests were attracted by his sweet lychee eyes.
Jingliu thanked him softly and touched the boy's head.
He gently picked up the ring, held Song Yiran's left hand, and watched the whole process of Hua Cai pushing it in. When it reached the base of the finger steadily, he was moved beyond words.
Song Yiran picked up another one and drew the lightest and grandest perfection in the world on his lover's white ring finger.
After putting on the ring, Song Yiran lowered his head and kissed the back of the other's hand. The audience cheered loudly, and the two of them embraced and kissed each other.
In between kisses, they half-opened their eyelashes and peeked at each other, with a tacit smile on the corners of their lips, closing their eyes and concentrating on feeling.
The bells rang and the cannons fired. The background music at this time was the saxophone solo of "I Only Care About You" that Song Yiran played when he proposed to him.
From then on, the wedding ceremony was completed.
During the bouquet-throwing session, the two greeted their relatives and friends on the red carpet and asked them to pick the most beautiful flower from the vase in front of them and hand it to the newlyweds.
A remarkably similar father and son chose gladioli. The old father, vigorous and energetic, wanted to pass on good health and longevity. The young couple sitting next to them seemed like a family, their baby adorable and innocent, staring intently at the pure white jasmine.
Song Yiran's mother has a friend who is a chef, and she picked the sunflower that looked like a treasure bowl.
From one end of the red carpet to the other, the newlyweds each held a small handful in their arms. Then, they used a brand new ribbon, the same one Jingliu usually used to tie her hair, to securely tie it together. A bouquet was made on the spot.
"This bouquet of flowers carries all the blessings. Now, three, two, one!"
Jing Liu and Song Yiran faced the crowd and exerted their strength together. The colorful bouquet flew and spun in the air. Among the hundreds of hands trying to catch it, a man grabbed it!
The crowd lined up on both sides, revealing the face of a lucky man, it was Jingliu's younger brother!
Jing Hui went on stage and said he had no talent. Jing Liu got playful:
"Sing a song and I'll let you go."
Jing Hui searched his mind and found that the only song he knew was "I Wish," a Japanese anime ending theme song. He wasn't shy and started singing softly as the music started playing.
The male voice is like water, clear and lingering.
The applause from the audience was as enthusiastic as any other time. Jing Hui, embarrassed, threw herself into the arms of her parents.
The newlyweds walked off the stage arm in arm, and the guests stood up, throwing flower petals and blowing bubbles at the grooms. They all went to the lunch area, enjoying food, taking photos, playing around, and chatting and laughing...
Song Yiran held Jingliu's hand and walked through the crowd. They were a newlywed couple, and they were whispering to each other like lovers.
Among the maple trees, under the red silk.
"Happy birthday, my love."
"Thank you. My birthday wish is to give me an afterlife so I can continue to love you."
"By the way, if there really is an afterlife, what would your name be?"
"Hmm...still calling it this name? Or maybe a different homophonic name would be fine, it's both fresh and easier for you to recognize."
"Then let's help each other think of one."
After a moment, Jing Liucan smiled and said, "Yu Ran, how is it? Life is lush and green, and faith is burning forever."
"That sounds nice! How about your name be Jiang Liu? The river water is gilded, and it's like Zhang Ruoxu's line, 'The river flows gracefully around the fragrant fields.' The river surrounds the fragrant fields, and you happen to love flowers."
"Okay, that's settled then."
Jin Feng also remembered their oath.
For a tree, a lifetime, life after life, is nothing more than the branches growing an inch taller, the trunk becoming a few rounder circles, and the leaves becoming a tenth more brilliant.
For them, love is everything.
The two looked up, and the sunlight cast a shadow on the tree full of golden and beautiful marriages. They felt infinitely transcendent, as if their wish had come true.
——What is Qi Jun's crime? The whole text is finished——"
Under the sunlight, "JL＆YR" on the postscript page is faintly visible.
"I dedicate this book to commemorating the time of love between me and my husband. Even if books are infested with moths and life is filled with darkness, my love for him will never waver."
Please don't become the male protagonist's dream man. End of the text
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