The morning sun shines through the shore, through the streets, through the garden, and into the haunting room.

She stood in front of the window, looking down at the maids who were trimming the garden, the glimmer of light shining on her long black hair and jewel-like eyes, as if on a flawless jade carving. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Yo, are you awake?" Ye Hanshu, who was standing behind her, called her, "I see that the time is still early, thinking that you should still be sleeping." ”

Ying Lan turned to look at her: "Today is my wedding day, how can I stay in bed?"

Her body exudes an aura that does not match the usual, with a poignant sense of the end that has lost its strength, quiet and soft, indisputable with the world, and mixed with some sadness.

Although Ying Lan didn't say anything more, looking at her sister in front of her, Ye Hanshu showed a look of mixed joy and sadness. She really didn't know whether to bless her at this moment, or take her hand and take her out of this place.

Neither. Although she is the elder sister of Yinglan, the time she shared with Yinglan was only when they were still in their cardamom years. Ye Shen put Yinglan on the road without disputes, and he became an important senior member of the company. It wasn't until she discovered her "Hand of God" when she was 20 years old and began to participate in the company's affairs that their lives intersected again. But by then, they had already become incomprehensible to each other.

The last thing Ye Hanshu wanted to hear was what Ying Lan said, "I sometimes think you are really like a father." Every day she looks in the mirror and looks at her pale self in the mirror, she feels like Ye Shen's inner side is slowly coming up—cold, ruthless, can sacrifice everything for the benefit of the company, extreme utilitarianism and consequentialism.

She envied Yinglan, just as Yinglan envied herself.

But at this time she could not say anything, but stood silently behind her. She felt that if her mother was still around, she would do the same.

......

"Everything is ready," Leng Yun handed over the single eye in his hand to Ye Xun, "The guests are basically here, the support organization has been deployed, and now you only need to wait for time." ”

Ye Xun nodded, and looked down at his watch again, 9:35.

"Where's White?"

"I guess I'm waiting in the room, and he won't be able to run anywhere at this time. ”

"Let the black rider and the treacherous flame keep an eye on it," Ye Shen looked at Leng Yun, he thought that Leng Yun had the talent to dominate the overall situation, so he handed over the preparations for the wedding to him, "At this time, it is not possible to go wrong at all." ”

Leng Yun nodded.

While they were talking, Zhou Shentong and Falling Star were standing on the commanding heights of Wuming, overlooking the entire wedding scene. And the combat group "Black Ring Poppy" directly under Ye Hanshu has also been stationed on the periphery of the base. Even a pigeon must have the ability to dodge 3,000 bullets and countless fantasy explosions and airborne lightning strikes in order to fly safely over the base.

At this time, the protagonist of the wedding, Ying Lan, was sitting in front of the mirror, looking at her exquisite makeup. A group of maids beside her were slowly braiding her hair, while Ye Hanshu and Ling Han stood by the door, watching her from afar.

"It was the most beautiful time of her life. Ye Hanshu lowered his eyes and gently rubbed his eyes.

"She's beautiful every day. Ling Han's eyes were full of relief and reluctance, he had this scene in his mind countless times, he felt that whether it was White Crowe or Gu Lichuan who took Ying Lan away today, it was the end of his mission for more than twenty years.

"I even got married later than Ying Lan," Ye Hanshu laughed helplessly, "I'm going to blow up Hei Qi's head when the wedding is over." ”

"If you want, it's not impossible for me to marry you now. Suddenly, the voice of the Black Rider came from behind them.

"Why are you here?" Looking at the spotlessly well-groomed black rider in a suit, Ye Hanshu was unexpectedly uncomfortable for a while, "Didn't my dad let you watch the scene?"

The black knight shrugged his shoulders: "Your 'Female Boss Club' is now stationed around the base, and Falling Star and Mu Qing are standing at the lookout point, do you think you need me to do more?"

Ye Hanshu frowned: "Who are you talking about?Mu Qing?When did you become so close to her?" For any potential admirer of the Black Rider, Ye Hanshu would maintain a high degree of vigilance and indifferent but obvious jealousy.

The Black Rider smiled awkwardly, "Are you serious?"

Ye Hanshu glared at him: "I don't care about you." ”

"But Ling Han," after teasing Ye Hanshu, the black knight turned his words and looked at Ling Han, "Aren't you worried that the people from the special operations team will come to do bad things again?"

Sensing that there was something behind these words, Ling Han looked at the black knight: "They won't come—unless they're alive enough." ”

"Oh, that's right," he nodded, and the black rider pretended to hold his hat as if nothing had happened, "I guess you won't show mercy this time." ”

"I didn't keep my hand last time. ”

Ling Han looked at the black knight, although he knew that the black rider had never had any ill will towards him, he understood one thing from the black knight's eyes: the black rider should have already deduced that he had handed over the wedding information to Gu Lichuan.

The two looked at each other, which made Ye Hanshu feel that something was wrong.

"What are you two nervous about here," Ye Hanshu, who couldn't understand the situation at all, frowned, and reached out to pinch the shoulders of the two, "Today is my sister's wedding day, and I will castrate whoever dares to do it." ”

"Aha, how could it be," the black rider suddenly laughed and broke the unpleasant atmosphere, "Isn't this a joke with Ling Han!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the curtain in the dressing room suddenly opened slowly, and the three of them only cared about Kan Dashan, but they didn't see that Ying Lan had just walked into the dressing room - she was supported by the maid in a wedding dress and walked out step by step. In an instant, the eyes of all three of them were attracted to the white white of her at the same time.

"It's a little heavy," Ying Lan looked down at the wedding dress on her body, "Are my breasts too small?"

The three of them shook their heads at the same time: "How come, it's very suitable." ”

"To be honest, I still like to be lighter," Ying Lan smiled at Ye Han with some embarrassment, with a shy look on her face, "I haven't tried it before, it's the first time I've worn it." ”

Shaking her head, Ye Hanshu stepped forward, she wanted to take a good look at Ying Lan again.

"This wedding dress is tailor-made for you, how can it be inappropriate," Ye Hanshu looked at her, not knowing where to put her hand, "I don't know how to describe your beauty." ”

The Black Rider looked up at the wall, and it was 9:50.

"Just right. ”

......

September 13, 10:00.

"It's coming. Under the gaze of everyone, Ying Lan walked out under the gaze of the guests and White Crowe, who had already entered.

Walking silently on the white carpet that seemed to have no end in sight, but Ying Lan's mind was not here. On the left hand side is her sister, and on the right hand side is her father, which reminds her of a long time ago. At that time, it was my father in the middle, holding Ye Hanshu on the left and himself on the right.

"Wow, Second Miss is too beautiful today!" Wei Yan, who was standing in the corner of the scene, couldn't help but marvel at Ying Lan.

"Yes, yes," although they were still on the commanding heights, Falling Star and Zhou Shentong could just have an unobstructed view of the wedding scene, "The two of us were still talking just now, seeing that the second miss is so beautiful, we can't wait to get married." ”

"You guys, can you stand guard seriously. The black rider who joined the exclusive contact channel of "Six Mangs" reminded his colleagues who were not in shape.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's the second aunt who is married today, so it must be no match for you, the eldest aunt. Flame quipped, with a smile.

"Why doesn't Mr. Whiteblade speak?" Although the falling star is not in tune, he seems to care about the elderly.

"I didn't give Mr. White Blade a liaison at all," Leng Yun's voice came from the earphones, and at this moment, he was standing beside White Blade, "I knew you people would be arguing endlessly." ”

With that, he looked at the white blade. Although he is old, the old man's energetic appearance makes it impossible to tell his real age at all. Ying Lan is as important to Bai Jian as a granddaughter, and on this occasion, he is naturally full of smiles and nods.

White Crowe watched Ying Lan walk slowly, and he could see that every guest stood up and looked at Ying Lan,

You can also hear that every guest is amazed by the beauty of Yinglan. His expression was just the same as before, and his smile revealed calm and depth.

Finally, Ying Lan walked to the wedding stage.

Ye Shen unveiled the veil for Ying Lan, looked at the beautiful and moving daughter in front of him, he closed his eyes slightly, nodded and smiled. If he didn't close his eyes, he was afraid that he would cry.

"Go ahead. With that, he ushered Linger to the wedding stage, and White Crowe greeted him just right.

Ying Lan, who was wearing a pure white wedding dress, and White Crowe, who was wearing a black suit, glanced at each other.

"You're so beautiful today. White Crowe praised.

Ying Lan smiled and did not speak.

"So......" The priest began to fulfill his duty as he looked at the two in front of him, "Mr. White Crowe, would you like to marry Miss Ye Yinglan as your wife? Would you like to?"

White Crowe nodded, "I do." ”

Clearing his throat, the priest turned to Yinglan: "Miss Ye Yinglan, would you like to marry Mr. White Crowe as his wife? Would you like to?"

"I ......"

Ying Lan's gaze wandered away for a moment. It was such a clear and clear answer, but it was blurred in front of her eyes at the moment.

I do.

Would I like to?

What shall I do now? When this moment comes, where will you lead me, my determination, my faith? Shall I remember my life, or should I burn with pride?

Mom, if you're still around, tell me what to do.

Lethe, what do you want me to do!

Lethe!

Lethe!

Ying Lan closed her eyes, and she felt as if someone was calling her name. Is it Lethe? Is it the hair-like power that he left on Lethe that conveys his voice?

If I can't forget, if I don't want to forget, what should I do?

Go, God, let the purple light of the city of moonlight go out, let the time of Rome turn back the night, let the hugging under the warm yellow light be gone, let the shouts under the pyramid disappear - let the time I spend with Lethe be gone! If I can do it, if I can make this happen, I don't love Gu Lechuan! I don't want Gu Lechuan!

Snapping his eyes open, he looked at White Crowe.

"I don't want to. ”

"You say...... What?" White Crowe tilted his head, thinking he hadn't heard.

So Ying Lan took a step back and took a deep breath. She needs courage.

Then, she spoke: "I'm sorry, I still don't love you after all." ”

After speaking, she looked at Ye Xun.

"So, I don't want to. ”