The head pigeon fluttered its white wings and landed gently on Qi Youmian's outstretched fingers.

It was a very beautiful white pigeon, with fluffy and smooth feathers, and because of the flight just now, there were one or two small feathers slightly cocked, and they were pressed down by the action of its wings.

The pair of small black eyes turned smartly, then lowered his head and gently pecked Qi Youmian's fingertips with his tender yellow beak.

It's like being coquettish, and it's like reminding.

Although the first pigeon stopped, but the pigeon flock has not stopped, the pigeon flock that originally showed a straight line flying over, at this time fluttered its wings, began to circle around Qi Youmian.

They didn't get too close, just the wind of their wings flapping, which always made the skirt that was too light sway.

Qi Youmian didn't have the energy to pay attention to the pigeon flock at this time.

She hesitated, and reached out to remove a small bag that hung from the sole of the head pigeon's foot.

The brocade bag is a pure white bottom, embroidered with a cluster of blooming pink peony flowers, crowded next to each other, full of vitality.

After the things on the soles of the feet of the head pigeon were removed, he affectionately rubbed Qi Youmian's palm with his beak, and then stood upright, his chest slightly straight, as if waiting for some command in his ears.

Qi Youmian's breathing couldn't help but slow down a little.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and it took her two clicks to undo the rope on the bag, revealing a small, boxy box inside.

Suddenly, a loud pigeon whistle sounded.

Qi Youmian was at the moment of full attention, and was suddenly startled, and subconsciously raised his head to look in the direction where the voice came from.

The head pigeon seemed to have received some signal, and the white pigeon, which was extremely vigorous with its chest, "cooed" twice, suddenly spread its wings, and flew into the air.

As if the pigeons had received guidance, the white pigeons, which had been circling in circles, immediately followed the pace of the first pigeon and suddenly rose into the air.

Qi Youmian was dazzled by the white doves hula-hued in front of him.

When she blinked and saw the scene in front of her again, she found that Wen Jiulan had quietly walked in front of her.

The reef is not high, and the man is more than 1.9 meters tall, as long as Qi Youmian lowers his head slightly, he can meet Wen Jiulan's eyes.

Wen Jiulan's eyes were full of gentle smiles, and there was a little imperceptible nervousness.

"Young sleep," his tone was soft, and it seemed to be a pure heart that had lasted for two lifetimes, "I have also wasted my time, and even recklessly regarded death as home. ”

The voices were low and hoarse, and they spoke code words that only they understood each other.

The love that was once only restrained and forbearant at the tip of the pen can finally be declared openly.

"It wasn't until I met you that I began to yearn for a long life."

Wen Jiulan completed the second half of the sentence, and then smiled very lightly.

His forehead hair was blown up by the sea breeze, and his long narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

But the concentration and deep love in the eyes are not shaken at all.

The sound of the wind also stirred up a little wave of the plastic paper.

Facing Qi Youmian's gaze, Wen Jiulan finally took out the hand behind her back, and what she held in the warm palm was a handful of extremely delicate bouquets of pink peony.

"I was too timid and cowardly to give this bouquet in person." Wen Jiulan lowered her eyes and glanced at the peony that was slightly swaying and curling its petals in the sea breeze, her tone was still light, but it was full of preciousness, "And today, I can finally hand it over to you with my own hands." ”

The pink peony bouquet was handed out, and the knuckles holding the bouquet were tingling with nervous whiteness.

"Youmian, thank you for saving me from the abyss."

I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the sun.

Wen Jiulan has never seen the sun, but there is a cold and gentle moonlight willing to pity.

Qi Youmian had a little tear in his eyes, trying to hold back his tears and not let the tears fall.

She took a deep breath, the sourness between her nose made her almost speechless, she could only reach out and take the bundle of pink peony medicine, unwilling to let Wen Jiulan's hand wait in mid-air for a few more moments.

The peony flowers are crowded together in the cardboard, and with the sea breeze, there is a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose.

“…… I—I love you. Qi Youmian stared at Wen Jiulan's eyes steadily, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were about to hold the crystal tears, but her stubborn and determined expression did not change at all.

A little choked in her throat, but the words were loud and deafening, "I do." ”

They looked at each other affectionately.

The team of photographers below were moved to tears, and at the same time, they felt that something was wrong: "...... Teacher Wen, you didn't take the ring!! ”

Qi Youmian was immersed in a moving atmosphere, and when he suddenly heard such a sentence, he immediately couldn't hold it back, turned his head and laughed.

Wen Jiulan was half a beat slow before she realized what the people below were shouting anxiously, and she was calm and calm on the surface, as if it was not him who was shouted "I do" by her girlfriend before she took the ring.

He even reached out slowly and took out a square brocade box from his suit pocket.

Only Qi Youmian noticed the tips of the man's slightly reddened ears and his fleeting eyes for a moment.

The little girl smiled, holding a handful of delicate pink peony medicine in one hand, and naturally stretched out her hand.

Ten fingers are delicate, and a little accessory is missing.

"Bring it to me, Brother Jiulan." Qi Youmian's voice was very soft and sweet, and the eyes looking at the man were so sweet that they seemed to be about to be drawn, "Let me be your Mrs. Wen." ”

The brocade box snapped open, revealing the exquisite platinum ring inside.

It was Wen Jiulan who had been preparing since very early on, and the drawings were also drawn by himself, and he changed them over and over again.

The ring is made in the shape of a peony petal, holding a pink diamond of incomparable purity.

Wen Jiulan slowly bent her knees and knelt on one knee in the relatively flat part of the reef.

Even when he was kneeling, his back was still straight, and he looked up with a reverent expression.

"Youmian, would you like to be my wife?" Wen Jiulan's tone was low and slow, word by word, as if the bright red heart was completely dissected in front of the little girl, "I will completely belong to you...... From now on, I am willing to be your vassal. ”

Qi Youmian shook his head unexpectedly.

When she heard Jiulan's stunned paleness, she cupped the man's cheek with one hand and said seriously, "You have never been anyone's vassal. ”

You look up at the moon and dare not pick it, but you don't know that the moon has been watching you for a long time, just waiting for the right time to come to you.

You don't have to be deep in the mud, you don't have to make compromises, I want you to show your edge and shine like a star.

From now on, the pride of the sky will not fall into the clouds.

The platinum ring was slightly cool, and it was slowly pushed into the slender and white fingers, and it was also contaminated with the body temperature of the person, and it was ironed extremely warm.

Qi Youmian opened the brocade box sent by the head pigeon, and patiently put the ring carved with overgrown peony flowers and the moon clustered on Wen Jiulan.

The man stared at the ring between his fingers in a daze, his eyes were hot, and he shouted in a low voice, "Sleep ......"

"Young sleep, I have a home."

Qi Youmian generously opened his arms and hugged the red-eyed wolf cub into his arms.

"Wen Jiulan, I will be your family from now on."

I understand your deep pain and despair, and I still can't help but love you.

You don't have a one-sided chase.

I am with you.

- for the rest of your life.

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The extra part probably includes the content of the copy, the deputy cp (chestnut and Xie Tiannian), and the if line that I want to write (the parallel time and space where neither of them is reborn)

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