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

When looking forward to something to happen, time always passes incomparably long.

But 24 hours a day, the sun rises and sets in the east, like pages of books flashing by quickly, flipping, the new year arrives, spring breeze in February and rain in March, the trees on the roadside cycle back and forth in the four seasons and are covered with spring green, and then stop in April.

Zhong Jiuyin was wearing a wedding dress and sitting on the swing by the sea, listening to the lively noises in the guest area over there, she tilted her head against the rope of the swing, and kicked and swayed herself.

The white veil fluttered with the wind, and ripples appeared on the surface of the blue sea not far away, sparkling under the sufficient light.

It's a beautiful scene.

When Yan Cheng came here, he saw such a beautiful picture, and took out his mobile phone to take a picture of her.

The clicking sound brought Zhong Jiuyin back to his senses, and he turned to look at him.

"How did you come here?"

"I should ask you, why are you here? Like a heroine who escaped from marriage." He walked over and stood behind her, and adjusted her veil.

It took a long time for the bride to put on her makeup and take photos. Yan Cheng wanted to take a look at her during the interval of welcoming guests, but he didn't expect that there was no one in the room, and the bride disappeared without a trace, which made his heart beat wildly for a moment.

Zhong Jiuyin leaned her head back against him, and said lazily, "I haven't been on the set long enough for this make-up, so I'll come out for a walk when I'm done and have nothing to do."

Yan Cheng bowed his head and stretched out his hand, and she reached out to hold it tacitly. Because there was a link to wearing a ring in the wedding, the previous engagement ring was taken off, and now her hand is empty.

More like a bride who has left everything to run away.

"You look hesitant, do you regret it?" he asked in a low voice.

"It's too late to regret it," she pointed to the already crowded guests, "My mother's face is about to burst into tears."

"Besides, I don't regret it."

Yan Cheng's grip on her hand was a little lighter, and he was speechless because she always left the most important words for the last.

"Then why is a person sitting here alone, as if hesitating whether to run away from marriage?"

Zhong Jiuyin sighed, staring at the sea level in a daze, her voice was light and light, like a fog on the sea, which was blown away by just a gust of wind.

"I always want to emo before something big happens. This is marriage, like betting big on a gambling table, why don't I think about it?"

Yan Cheng: "In the legal sense, we are already married, and you have already placed your bet on the big ticket. There is no chance of regret."

"..." is annoying, not romantic at all.

She pinched the back of his hand, and her voice was a little stiff: "So today is not a marriage?"

Yan Cheng was silent for two seconds: "Forget it. Whatever you say counts. So what are you worried about?"

"There is no specific thing to worry about. It's a feeling. Do you understand the feeling? When the things I look forward to are about to be finalized, instead, I will have negative emotions, worry, panic, and a little resistance to the arrival and end of this day."

"It sounds like a very philosophical question." Yan Cheng simply sat on the swing with her, "How about we talk? Let's run away until the wedding begins."

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him with raised eyebrows, then tilted her head and rested her head on his shoulder, and started kicking on the ground again to make the swing sway gently.

"I sometimes feel like I'm not ready, but I also know there may never be a day when I'm fully ready."

Yan Cheng: "You won't be like this at work."

"How can it be compared. I have the attitude towards work that if you try hard, you will get good results. As long as the blow is not too big, you can persuade yourself to restart the round. But feelings cannot be influenced by hard work."

Yan Cheng accurately extracted the meaning behind her words: "Are you worried that your relationship will change? Like your parents?"

She wanted to say no, but after thinking for a moment, she asked him, "Isn't it? To be married is to be together for decades. There are many good-looking and connotative people in the entertainment industry. If the hero and heroine fall in love for a few months under the setting of the plot, they really don't have any ideas?"

Yan Cheng's answer was very novel: "I don't like those who are good-looking and connotative."

"...Are you slandering me? I'm going to hide from the wedding later."

Yan Cheng chuckled softly: "I'm sorry. But I've been filming for many years. If I have other ideas just because of the plot setting and the actress's beauty, then I shouldn't be able to wait for you."

They had also communicated before, and the opportunity for their relationship was that she harassed him after drinking on the terrace of the clubhouse one night, and then accidentally kissed him in the narrow and dark room on the show, and the fire of the relationship began to burn.

Zhong Jiuyin rolled his eyes and asked again: "Then if I have any ideas..."

Yan Cheng's voice became cold all of a sudden: "Nor do you."

"Can you still control my heart and brain?"

"I can control your actor."

"...The domineering film king robs and seizes, and I will read this kind of bedside reading tonight." She squinted at him, her tone teasing.

After finishing speaking, she asked again: "What if one day you get tired of being together? You know, people have a deadline for the novelty of anything."

Yan Cheng: "You enter at least two groups a year, how much time do we spend together? Who do you hate?"

... Also, they only have the possibility of long separation and newly married.

"Okay, I can't emo anymore because of your ruthless words." She stood up on her knees, turned around and gave him her hand, and said with a smile, "Then go get married, Teacher Yan Cheng."

The blue sea behind her became more turbulent, with white foam rushing out, startling a few white gulls fluttering their wings, and her eyebrow-raised and free-spirited smile was the same as when she first saw her.

Yan Cheng stretched out his hand and held her.

There were several clicks behind him, and the invited photographer and the three media arrived at some unknown time, hiding behind the tree and shooting wildly.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Yan Cheng, but you might be the one who said 'I do'!"

Gu Xuan and Ai Yuanyuan, who were hiding together, laughed, and Ms. Zhong Yan shouted to them: "Hurry up, it's about to start! You guys just left the process secretly, right?"

Zhong Jiuyin held the hem of the wedding dress in one hand and Yan Cheng in the other, and ran over there quickly.

"Hurry up, if you don't make it to your wedding, you will be laughed at for a whole year."

"You look like a kidnapper now."

After Yan Cheng finished speaking, he stopped her, bent down to pick her up, and ran forward amidst her exclamation.

Gu Xuan said loudly from behind: "Wait for the bridesmaid, my friend! There is no rush, you two ran over to have dinner!"

Zhong Jiuyin poked her head out from Yan Cheng's shoulder, her laughter was shattered: "I knew it! My mother always told the time one hour earlier!"

I used to ask her to get up for school, but she insisted on saying that she was late at seven when it was only six o'clock!

Laughter startled a group of specially domesticated white pigeons, the open-air wedding ceremony pavilion was filled with the fragrance of precious roses, Zhong Jiuyin's high-heeled shoes and wedding dress flickered in mid-air, and her head was dizzy when she was put down.

I didn't know how I was led up to the Nakajima stage, and how I was handed over to Yan Cheng. The enlarged heartbeat affected the thinking ability of the brain, and I couldn't hold down a deep breath.Her entire body was trembling slightly, and she could only see Yan Cheng's face.

The host asked: "Are you willing to marry Yan Cheng? Regardless of life, old age, sickness or death..."

"Willing, willing, where is the ring, bring it!"

Yan Cheng: "...don't worry."

"Can I kiss?"

Yan Cheng: "You can be a little more anxious."

They kissed together, and the audience booed and applauded. The flying balloons and streamers were like the heroes and heroines in a fairy tale welcoming the perfect ending.

"The princess and the prince lived happily together."

It's good to end the text here hehe.There are still some stories in the back, if I am inspired, I may also write a small theater (showing the innocent and honest smile that the reviewer likes)