Beckham was in a state of hyper-excitement every day, and whenever he spoke, he was almost always talking about the book "The Seven Sons of the Dragon", he wanted to keep everyone up to date with the latest developments, he knew where the books sold best, he remembered the revised parts of each edition clearly, and when he met people who hadn't read the book yet, he was depressed. Out of jealousy, Atokounmpo and Hepburn decided that Beckham had become a bored man with his conceit. Hepburn openly declared that she had not read "The Seven Sons of the Dragon" and had no intention of reading it until everyone stopped talking about it, which caused a lot of trouble for Beckham. And the truth is that she simply doesn't have time to study right now, because gifts to congratulate her on her wedding are pouring in.

Popovich sent a set of delicate wine vessels, including sterling silver goblets, bartending bottles, and corkscrews. Atokounmpo's room was filled with gifts from friends and family, including friends from Fudan, his father's partners and friends. His attitude towards most of the gifts is indifferent. But Hepburn was delighted with every one she received, eagerly unwrapping the wrapper, as hungry as a puppy digging for a bone, in complete concentration. "Look, Atokounmpo!" "Looks good, doesn't it?" She did not answer until about half an hour later, when she explained to him precisely and carefully what she thought of the gift, from the criticism and improvement of the size of the gift, and whether it surprised her when she received it......

Hepburn stood on the edge of the bed in pink silk pajamas, opened the drawer of the table and pulled out a booklet, a diary, which she had kept for six years, but she couldn't remember why she wrote it that way. However, as her fingers flipped through the pages, she felt as if the eyes of many men were looking at her through the half-blurred names. There was the first man she had loved for more than a day, and the one they had run away from home together and tried to force her to marry with violence...... After all, it's also a list of obsolete things. Now she is immersed in happy love, and now this romance is the sum of all her previous love episodes, but she is also a little sentimental, those men, those moonlight and stars, and the heartbeat that she once had, also drifted forever to the lost world. The past time, those pasts that belonged to her, how happy she was, she had lived and been happy.

She flipped through the pages, her eyes lingering on the scattered records of the last few months, and reading a few of them carefully------

March 1. Atokounmpo really called today! Think of him abandoning me a month ago and rushing out the door in a rage. I'm losing faith more and more in the kind of man who is vulnerable to fatal injuries.

March 20th. Spend a full day with Atokounmpo. Maybe I'll marry him later. I also like some of his ideas, which can stimulate all my imagination and creativity.

March 21. I woke up thinking about Atokounmpo and was sure he was calling, and I was so tender and sweet that I canceled another appointment for him. Today I feel like I'm willing to do anything for him. He'll come over later, and I'll put on that pink outfit to make myself look bright and energetic......

March 24th. I want to marry Atokounmpo because husbands are usually just "husbands", but what I need is to marry a lover.

In general, husbands can be divided into four types:

A. This kind of husband always wants to stay at home at night. Have no bad habits and work for a salary. Such a list of total refusals to exchange.

B. A veteran of the love scene, happy when to go to see his mistress, always leaving her in a state of waiting. This kind of person always thinks that all beautiful women are superficial, and they belong to the peacock that may be arrested at any time, using the bird metaphor.

C. The third type is the devotee. Idolatry of one's wife, complete numbness and loss of feeling for everything around him. The other half that this kind of person asks for must be an actress who can arouse emotional resonance. It's a struggle to meet the needs of such people.

D. Atokounmpo, a hot lover, but also wise, understands when love is gone and when it must be let go. I wish I could marry Atokounmpo.

How humble are the women who treat their disgraced marriages as long-term meal tickets. Marriage was not created as a backdrop, but because there was a real need. My marriage is going to be the most special. It can't and won't be just a scene, it will be a show, a lively, captivating show, and the world will be its stage. Don't fall into that fate: fat and deformed, lose confidence in yourself, and think only about breastfeeding, diapers, and ...... My ideal child, you're prettier than everybody, you charming little thing...... However, such children, poor and lovely babies, are rarely compatible with the marital status.

May 1. Today, I made up my mind not to chew betel nut anymore, I will definitely not eat it......

Hepburn's eyes sway from page to page...... After a few moments, she closed the diary and put it back in a drawer and went to bed.

Returning to the mansion after dinner at the bride's house, Atokounmpo turned off the lights and lay on the bed, feeling as if he were as impersonal and fragile as the porcelain on the table. It was a warm night, and through his open window came the sounds outside, faint, summer night sounds, vividly outlining the prospect of the future. He thinks back to the youthful years he has passed, which used to be impetuous and colorful. But now he finally understood that there was something that could be transcended, and that was the unity of his soul with Hepburn, and the brilliance and vividness of her soul provided living nourishment for lifeless beauty.

The sound of the outside continued to pass through the towering walls of his room, subtle and dissolving, and in the night, in the countless small living rooms among them, and under the moonlit, cobblestone eaves, millions of lovers were making the same sound, their cries drifting intermittently in the air. In the deep blue of the summer night, the whole city played with the sound, tossed high, and called it back, in a brief moment, promising that life could be as beautiful as a fairy tale, promising the existence of happiness, as long as it promises to exist. Life itself contains love and hope, and there is nothing greater than that promise. Suddenly, the room gradually felt suffocated, and he wanted to go out to blow the cold wind, to get away from the hustle and bustle for a while, and to restore peace and alienation to his soul. Atokounmpo buried his face in his pillow, trying to concentrate on imagining all the details of tomorrow, but it turned out to be in vain.

He woke up in the gray light and found that it was just after five o'clock in the morning. He was annoyed that he had woken up so early, for fear that he would look very sleepy at the wedding, and he became jealous of Hepburn, who could hide her exhaustion with delicate makeup. In the bathroom, he examined himself in the mirror and saw that his face was unusually pale, and that the tiny imperfections on his face looked unusually obvious in the morning light, and that only after the night had his beard popped out again.

As the wedding approached silently, the miscellaneous matters in his heart were also swept away. The day had finally come, something he had not expected or could have expected a few weeks ago, but now little by little it unfolded, and the golden light peeked through the east window, dancing on the carpet, as if to laugh at how unseemly his recurring disgust was......

Behind Atokounmpo's long gown, hundreds of eyes were watching, and the priest in front of him had gold teeth in his mouth, glowing abruptly in the sun, and he tried to suppress his laughter, Hepburn was saying something in a crisp and triumphant voice. Atokounmpo tried to concentrate on the fact that their love had come true, that every second was significant, that his life was being divided into two periods, and that the world in front of him was changing. He also tried to recall the ecstasy he had had felt a few weeks ago, but all the feelings were far away from him. Looking at the Golden Tooth, Atokounmpo couldn't help but wonder if the priest was married, and he even wondered what if the priest could officiate the wedding for himself......

As he embraced Hepburn into his arms, he was well aware of the strong reaction that followed, feeling the blood rushing through his veins, and a comfortable and pleasant satisfaction being placed on him, bringing responsibility and possession. He is married, and Atokounmpo is now her husband.

And at this time, Hepburn also had many emotions mixed in her heart, but all perception seemed to be far away from her, and only one thought remained, the thought that surrounded the excitement and wild joy, that the most important thing was happening, and that there was a strong and passionate trust in her, burning like a prayer, and that a little longer, just a little more, the priest solemnly announced, that she would be given eternal security......

After their honeymoon trip, they went to the Aegean Sea, China, and the Ten Planets. Those days, those places, witnessed the joy and happiness of the two people. The dullness had left them, flying over the bodies of the other lovers, and they suddenly found it gone, and they were almost unaware of it. If one of them loses the other, then that lost love will become a vague desire that can never be realized for the lovelorn, buried in the shadow of life......

The madrigal is gone, but at the same time it takes away its youth. There will come a time when Hepburn will find that men are no longer boring to her, and there will come a time when Atokounmpo will find that he can stay out late into the night and talk to Beckham. Because he and she knew that they had the most perfect love. Love continued in various forms, and they talked at night until the moment when their hearts were sensitized and vulnerable by the desolation of the night, until the world of dreams took over life. They develop a deep and intimate understanding of each other, they laugh at the same thing, praise for the same thing, and grieve for the same thing......