Memories are like a thorn that doesn't hurt on weekdays, but once you touch it, it hurts so much that you can't help yourself.

The wedding dress in the display case is made of exquisite materials, the light white yarn is stacked and intertwined, and the skirt is spread out, like a blooming lotus. The silver thread and gold thread outline the intricate and delicate dogwood moire, and then cover it with a layer of mist-like soft veil, which hides the cold and hard corners, leaving only a faint texture.

The two rubies are made into decorative buckles in the shape of angiovies, which are set on the left and right sides of the neckline, and the fine tassels hang down, which is sure to be beautiful if you can follow the footsteps.

In the glass case, two words were written on the oak sign -

Guan Ran

Shen Fanyin stood there quietly, his fingertips touching the glass, tears rolling in his eyes.

This is Guan Ran's entry.

「…… I have an urgent matter at home to rush back to Haicheng, and I can't wait for the award ceremony to get my wedding dress back, I don't know anyone else, so I can only let you collect it on my behalf."

Yang Chuchu stood beside her and said softly.

Shen Fanyin took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay, I know, I'll take it home."

Yang Chuchu was silent for a moment, looked at her and continued, "You...... After you bring it back, you can collect it yourself, this is what Guan Ran left for you."

Shen Fanyin was stunned and looked at Yang Chuchu in disbelief.

Yang Chuchu nodded lightly and gave her an affirmative look: "It was Guan Ran who gave me another will, which is the ownership of this wedding dress. She said she'll tell you when she gets her wedding dress back."

Shen Fanyin's eyes were red, she tried to restrain the urge to cry, and asked, "Then, did Senior Sister give you any other will?"

"You'll find out later." Yang Chuchu patted her on the shoulder, "I'm really going to be in time for the plane, I said hello to the organizing committee, you can just take it away."

"Huh?"

Shen Fanyin still had a lot of questions to ask, but Yang Chuchu had already left in a hurry.

Shen Fanyin was a little lost, and she still wanted to ask what task she had unlocked to get what Guan Ran left her again.

She turned around and looked at the wedding dress silently for a long time.

She could tell that the dress was made to her own measurements. Those embroideries should also be embroidered by Guan Ran herself, and the arrangement of the stitches is her habit.

She said that she wanted to see herself get married in the wedding dress she made, so she used the last time of her life to make one for her.

She did what she said.

Shen Fanyin felt that she should be the same as Guan Ran, and do what she said.

Can......

When Jing Zeheng found Shen Fanyin, he saw her standing in front of a display case, hanging her head lightly, and carefully wiping her tears.

He walked over quickly, took her into his arms and asked, "What's wrong?" Who bullied you?"

Shen Fanyin flattened her lips and looked up at him: "No one bullied me, it's just ...... It's too hard to climb Mount Everest......

Jing Zeheng: "......?"

Everest, why did you mess with her?

She tugged at the corner of his clothes, afraid of makeup, so she could only carefully dip her fingertips into the tears. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she was so aggrieved.

Jing Zeheng patted her on the back, and caught a glimpse of the wedding dress behind her, as well as Guan Ran's name.

He knew in an instant what she was crying about.

Holding her face, he wiped away the tears for her, and said softly: "Good, don't cry, I'll find someone to study it tomorrow, install an elevator for Mount Everest, and let you climb eight times a day."

Shen Fanyin looked at him, his eyes wet: "Although I know that you are talking nonsense, thank you."

She sobbed softly, and shrunk into his arms like a kitten, for fear that her embarrassed appearance would be seen by others.

"Ahem."

Just as Shen Fanyin was trying to adjust her emotions and want to calm down, a contrived cough sounded not far from her.

She was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously buried her head lower.

Jing Zeheng looked at the sound and bowed slightly: "Zeng Lao."

Zeng Lao closed one eye and looked at him, "Am I not at the right time?"

Jing Zeheng said bluntly: "Yes."

Zeng Lao's eyes were full of smiles, as if he was saying to Jing Zeheng: Boy, it's amazing.

He really didn't expect that in just a few months, his little apprentice would drill into Jing Zeheng's arms.

Looking at Shen Fanyin's appearance that he still refuses to show his head to greet him, he is obviously shy!

Of course he didn't know, Shen Fanyin didn't dare to raise his head, just because he had just cried, for fear that the old man would see something.

Guan Ran's death is still hidden from Zeng Lao, and they carefully protected Zeng Lao in the ivory tower to avoid the sadness of his white-haired people sending black-haired people.

Jing Zeheng knew Shen Fanyin's thoughts, and said to Zeng Lao: "You enter first, Fanyin doesn't want to pay attention to you at this time."

"Okay," Zeng Lao turned around with his hands behind his back, and finally opened both eyes, "Little people who have no conscience think I'm an eyesore, right? I'm leaving......

He said, smiling and walking away.

Seeing that Zeng Lao had no intention of killing the carbine, Jing Zeheng patted Shen Fanyin's back: "Okay, it's okay."

Shen Fanyin raised her head with doubts in her eyes, "Why do I think Master's tone is weird? Did he misunderstand something?"

Jing Zeheng pretended to be stupid: "Huh? What's wrong with that?"

Shen Fanyin really felt that Zeng always misunderstood something, but before he had time to analyze it carefully, Cheng Ye came over and gently reminded them that the award ceremony was about to start, urging them to go back.

Shen Fanyin tidied up her makeup and hair, and then looked at the wedding dress in the display case, and then left with Jing Zeheng.

As soon as she returned to her seat and sat down, she heard a cold "hum" from the left.

When I turned my head, I saw a gray-haired woman over fifty years old. She was wearing a long black dress and cold smoky makeup, and she was looking at Shen Fanyin with unkind eyes.

Shen Fanyin "recognized" her. It was Miranda who had publicly scolded her many times.

As far as she knew, Miranda was sixty years old and looked very well maintained.

Adhering to the attitude of respecting the elderly, Shen Fanyin asked, "Do you need me to help you buy a box of throat lozenges?"

Miranda glared at Shen Fanyin fiercely, as if she wanted to dig a piece of flesh off her, and then raised her chin and turned her head to look at the stage, even if the stage was empty at the moment, she didn't want to look at Shen Fanyin again.

Shen Fanyin: "......?"

She shouldn't be able to see such thoughtful care, right?

She smacked her tongue gently, took the milk tea from Jing Zeheng's hand, and drank it in small sips.

She hid her sadness under her smiling face and did her best to keep her calm.

How many people walked on the stage, how many applause sounded in the venue, and how many people cried with joy had nothing to do with her.

I don't know how long later, she saw the lifting platform on the stage carrying her entry slowly rising.

Others are pronouncing their own names.

As if she had just woken up from a dream, she came back to her senses.

Jing Zeheng has already sorted out her blazer and plans to accept the award for her.

He was about to stand up, but she pulled the sleeve of his coat.

In the midst of the applause, he heard her say, "Brother, I'll do it myself." I think...... I can."

Her eyes were black and white, the bloodshot had faded, and her trembling pupils were a little flustered, but more determined.

Shen Fanyin put down the milk tea cup and stood up.

In the face of the applause of countless people, she took a step.

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