Chapter 35: You Are Still My Light (35)
"How can you let the deputy team her go on such a dangerous mission alone?" Kobayashi has a kind of puzzlement that your wife doesn't want anymore.
Mochi was extra calm, "It's okay, I trust her." ”
He clenched his hands tightly, even at the last moment, he would go to life and death with Jiang Ran.
And outside the dressing room of the church, Zhong Cheng had just dispatched his subordinates, and he came to prepare to welcome the bride Lan Qing, he gently knocked on the door and asked, "Are you ready?" ”
The makeup artist inside happened to put on a pure white veil for Lan Qing, and she hurriedly responded, "Okay, okay." ”
She handed the bouquet to Lan Qing, Lan Qing got up from the chair in a half-asleep appearance, the makeup artist tidied up the wide skirt for her, and finally couldn't help but glance at Jiang Ran, who was standing on the side, and asked weakly, "That bride, I didn't have time to ask just now, this is ......?"
She didn't even know whether to tell the group of people, this woman who suddenly appeared was too weird, and she stood motionless for almost twenty minutes.
"Oh, this is a bridesmaid." Lan Qing turned her head and glanced at Jiang Ran, stretched out her hand and beckoned, her red lips opened slightly, "Let's go, follow me to the wedding." ”
Jiang Ran wanted to restrain himself from not moving, his whole body was tense, but he had to follow Lan Qing's instructions to act, step by step like lead pouring Lan Qing to the door, watching her twist open the door, the light was revealed inch by inch, Lan Qing was bathed in the sun, holy and beautiful.
"Uncle Zhong, thank you for picking me up." Lan Qing bowed her head slightly, her expression shy and natural.
Jiang Ran followed behind her, his heart was pounding and almost exploding, at this angle, Zhong Cheng could see her completely, once he saw her, then-
Zhong Cheng did subconsciously look behind Lan Qing, in addition to the cramped makeup artist, there was also the ...... who followed Lan Qing
Well?
Strange woman?
Jiang Ran didn't know that at this time, her face had already changed into another appearance under the eyes of others.
"Who is this?" Zhong Cheng frowned sensitively and narrowed his eyes, his intuition telling him that this strange woman gave him a familiar sense of danger.
Lan Qing lowered her head and fiddled with the tender bouquet in her hand, there were still crystal droplets on the petals, she spoke a beat slower than usual, her eyes were faint, and she turned to another topic, "This is not important, Uncle Zhong, if it is a little later, it will be too late to get married." ”
Zhong Cheng knew that Lan Qing was not so simple and stupid, and he also knew that Jiang Rin was easily impatient when he couldn't see Lan Qing now, and it was not a good thing to stalemate.
"Okay, let's go."
Zhong Cheng led Lan Qing from the corridor step by step to the sunshine to the lawn, the bell rang from high in the sky, and the white wedding dress was crossed on the verdant green grass, and Lan Qing saw white doves flying on the roof, a flock of cheers, soaring in the blue sky.
What a beautiful weather.
In the wide church, the five-color glass painting is carved with angels and demons dancing, the organ plays melodious music, echoing in the ears, Jiang Rin, who has been standing for a long time, is dressed in a neatly ironed black suit, with fine bangs on his forehead, deep eyes, his head bowed, and his slender fingers are subconsciously arranging his sleeves.
Tick tick.
Minute by minute was like torture, and he endured the uneasiness in his heart, waiting for the moment when the door opened.
The heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open, the light poured down, and Lan Qing, dressed in a wedding dress, came against the light in the breeze, her face covered under the hazy veil, holding the salute flowers in her hand, and smiling brightly.
The man standing by the gate hurriedly cheered up and scattered the petals, and under the rain of petals, Lan Qing walked towards this predetermined path step by step.
Jiang Rin was slightly flustered and licked her thin lips involuntarily.
His gaze seemed to be imprisoned on Lan Qing, he couldn't take his eyes off it, and the moment he saw her, he seemed to even breathe a lot lighter, which was probably something he had always dreamed of.