After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

In the opinion of many people, obtaining a marriage certificate is a matter of romanticism.

The relationship between two people who love each other is a matter of course, and they apply for a legally effective "examination admission ticket". From boyfriend and girlfriend to family members, they usher in a better life.

Just like the infinitely reverie ending in a fairy tale, "the prince and princess lived happily together".The follow-up blanks are filled by readers and audiences, imagining how the hero and heroine will be in love with each other in the future, and the six-point relationship will also become ten-point at that moment.

But when Zhong Jiuyin got those two red books, he didn't have any imagination about future life in his mind, only a blank space.

Like a wind-up robot, when I get home and sit on the sofa, a series of movements are all wooden.

Yan Cheng asked her: "What are you thinking? You didn't say anything the whole way."

I'm afraid I regret it.

Zhong Jiuyin looked up at him, without saying a word, opened and closed the marriage certificate, closed and opened it again, and then leaned against the back of the sofa like a zombie, clutching her heart.

Yan Cheng sat down next to her, watched her strange movements, and stopped talking. He opened the marriage certificate, and ran his fingertips across the photos of the two of them, and there was a stamp of the Civil Affairs Bureau on it.

The red steel seal is superficial, but it is like an invisible traction thread, binding them into one body.

His mood is also hard to describe, as if the sour plum soup with sufficient ingredients, except for the most obvious joy, the taste of the boiled taste is all entangled, and I can't find a specific description to describe it.

Yan Cheng also leaned on the back of the sofa, covered Zhong Jiuyin's hand with his hand, and then clasped his fingers tightly.

The living room was quiet for a long time, until Ms. Zhong Yan and Tong Bianxue called to ask, they chatted normally as if they had just woken up from a dream.

After talking to the elders of both parties about having already received the certificate, Zhong Jiuyin turned to look at Yan Cheng, who was close at hand, and said, "It's a bit strange."

"What's so strange?" Yan Cheng asked.

She described it as best she could: "A young beauty, tied up in marriage like this, has changed from a popular actress in the entertainment industry to a tired woman who revolves around her family..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Cheng interrupted her sadness with a blank expression.

"Who is running around the family? Who is tired? Only those smart home appliances are tethered at home. You don't spend as much time at home as mosquitoes in summer."

Zhong Jiuyin: "..."

That's too much of a comparison.

She was silent for a moment, trying to regain her dignity: "I admit that you have paid more at home, but I am not bad."

Yan Cheng: "What did you pay? Eat and drink enough and drag me to bed?"

"...Okay, you shut up, it's okay to be the one who gets married, you are the handsome man."

She was told that all her melancholy was gone, and she stood up to leave, but was pulled back by Yan Cheng and fell down on his lap.

They already had enough intimate experience, and the other party knew what to do in the blink of an eye, so after sticking together, they kissed together in less than two seconds, as if the speechless conversation just now didn't exist, and their first reaction after getting their marriage certificate should have been like this.

Before reaching suffocation, the two let go of each other panting.

Zhong Jiuyin was still in a daze: "Is this how we got the certificate?"

Yan Cheng pressed his lips against her neck and said, "Yes. When do you want to hold the wedding?"

Zhong Jiuyin: "April or May next year, the weather is neither too hot nor too cold, and there is more time to prepare. Did someone recognize us when we received the certificate just now?"

Yan Cheng straightened up and looked at her: "You don't want to make it public?"

"He went online and yelled, are we married? It's weird, let's talk about the wedding ring after being photographed. Didn't you get photographed on the road show before?"

Yan Cheng shook his head: "Probably not."

During the road show, there was a robot model next to him blocking his left side, and he held the microphone in his right hand, and the ring on his left hand was rarely exposed.

But there will be several large-scale events after that, so the possibility of being photographed is more likely.

Especially when she's walking the red carpet herself.

Yan Cheng touched the ring on her ring finger, and the drooping eyelashes blocked the thoughtful eyes.

Zhong Jiuyin thought he was unhappy, reached out to touch his Adam's apple, and raised his chin: "Do you disagree? Do you want to howl online?"

"No. Listen to you." He made a concession.

But he made concessions here, and he had to make further progress in other places. He dragged someone to put the marriage certificate into the study, and then turned around to close the door alone.

"Should today's events be written in your lucky diary?"

As if she couldn't figure out what it meant, Zhong Jiuyin took out her diary and said, "Of course."

He walked behind her and bent over to see what she had written.

There was still some residual heat in the October day. As soon as he approached, his body temperature and breathing were like an impenetrable net, plucking at the back of her neck and around the pinnae of her ears.

Zhong Jiuyin was a little distracted, rubbed her ears, and read while writing: "October [-]th, Comrade Yan Cheng and I got the certificate, and a young beauty fell into the grave of marriage. We officially promoted from boyfriend and girlfriend to newlyweds..."

Husband and wife, write it out one stroke at a time, and read it twice, the sense of reality of "we are really married" is like a floating stone falling to the ground, solidly proving the heavy weight of "marrying with a certificate" in their lives.

Holding the pen, she turned her head and kissed the corner of Yan Cheng's mouth.

"We're married."

"Well, husband and wife." Yan Cheng's palms were hot, and when they covered her shoulders, both of their hearts beat together.

"Being husband and wife on the first day, do you want to do something as a souvenir?" His voice was like a snake spitting out letters.

Zhong Jiuyin covered her beating heart, pretending to be reserved and said: "Don't be like this, just married, my character is still an actress who refuses unspoken rules, and I hate this kind of sex/erotic/transaction."

Yan Cheng: "You have a beautiful idea. I mean, do you want to write a diary together, cook together, and have a warm day?"

"..." She didn't believe it, and looked at him from the corner of her eyes. "After being poked with evil thoughts, he pretended to be a good person who went fishing and enforced the law, right? Although we just got married, we have been in love for more than two years anyway. How can I not know you?"

He wants to greet but also refuses to focus on advancing, attacking, retreating, and defending. Although his tactics are proficient, she has been caught several times, and she still can't feel it?

Yan Cheng didn't deny it either. He bent down and picked her up, put her on the desk, and said, "Yes, although you just got married, you're actually an old couple. So do you want to call her by an exclusive title after marriage?"

"It's just the two of us at home, why do we call you Yan Cheng, don't you understand? I'm sorry... Uh... the curtains, close the curtains!"

Yan Cheng leaned over between her collarbone, didn't even look at her, stretched out his arms and slammed the curtains shut, and squeezed closer by the way.

The kiss lingered on her skin.

Yinzi: (look around carefully) (make sure no one is there) (hide the marriage certificate) (appreciate the photos before hiding) (show a satisfied smile) Then I was found, and I pressed the person with the certificate in the corner——