Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 153 Extra 14: No way, Xiaoyi, you really love me!
Jin Yanchen grew up on this land and earned his first great fortune in Hong Kong Island, where gold is everywhere.

At that time, he was just like all the ambitious young people, and even thought arrogantly that maybe there was no eternal love in this world, but in Hong Kong, there would be wealth that would never fall.

But today, his eyes are no longer focused on the glamour at the top of the pyramid. He patted the dusty figure on his shoulder and turned his head to look at the girl standing by the window. She had a graceful figure and her profile was cool. She had the temperament of a Hong Kong and Taiwan actress, retro and fascinating.

Jian Yi turned around, shook the wine in her glass, and greeted him, "You're here."

Jin Yanchen opened his arms to her. He didn't want to be rich. In this life, he just wanted to hold her by his side forever.

If you ask Jin Yanchen about his impression of Hong Kong, he has the answer at this moment.

He remembered the lights on Victoria Harbour gathered into countless stars in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Under this magnificent night scene, the lover he wanted to hold hands with for the rest of his life was wearing a blue dress, and like a moment frozen in a photo album, she looked at him with tender eyes.

This is the only thoughtful and true love in all the decadence and glamour, and it is the life he longs for when he grows old.
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Spend 2.3 Hong Kong dollars to jump on a double-decker tram and pass by famous attractions such as Causeway Bay and Central Bank. It is raining outside, and the rectangular windows are covered with a layer of shadow, rendering the neon lights into blurred light and shadow.

The carriage was very noisy, with children laughing and talking, mixed with a few familiar mainland Chinese words, which seemed to be dialects from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions. Jian Yi could only half understand them.

When the driver steps on the foot brake while driving, the car will make a "ding ding" sound.

Jian Yi suddenly had an idea and asked, "What are the customs of getting married in Hong Kong?"

"Going out, coming in, church ceremony, dinner." Jin Yanchen spoke fluent Cantonese, "Why, you want to marry me here?"

He was wearing only a thin shirt with the hem tucked in half, and he was leaning against the window of the double-decker tram with his arms propped up, his posture naturally lazy.

They chose a seat on the second floor, which offered a great view from the balcony.

Anyway, no one here knew her, so Jian Yi leaned over and gave him a light kiss on the right side of his cheek. She said, "Sure, I have no problem with that at all."

There was a ding-dong sound and the tram stopped at their destination.

It is a private villa area. Most of the houses here were auctioned years ago. The only one or two left unsold were mostly because there were other emotions planted in the houses.

Jin Yanchen covered his heart and pretended to be exaggerated. He didn't speak seriously at all and teased her on purpose, "No way, Xiaoyi, you really love me! You can't even wait for a moment?"

"Yes, yes, I really love you, I love you so much that I can't help myself." She was not very fluent in Cantonese, and it was a bit difficult to pronounce it in his accent. Jian Yi grabbed Jin Yanchen's hand and walked forward. She pointed to a Catholic church not far away and continued the topic just now.

"There is a church in front. Let's ask the pastor to officiate our wedding today."

Jin Yanchen let her do what she wanted. He stretched out his arm and was pulled forward by her, with a lazy smile on the corner of his lips.

This church is built in Gothic style. Its rough walls have cracks of varying sizes, which only make it look more precious as a result of the baptism of time.

Worshipers come and go here. They walk hurriedly with their hands folded, looking pious and solemn.

Jian Yi couldn't help but let go of her hand. She looked up at the gilded iron cross standing on the top of the roof. It was like a person climbing a high place, trembling among the thorns and sending his faith to a height.

Even people like her who have no religious beliefs will be infected by the quiet and peaceful atmosphere when they step into this place. It seems that apart from what they think in their hearts, other worldly matters are irrelevant.

"Do you think that people like us who have no religious beliefs can't ask a priest to officiate at our wedding?"

Jin Yanchen pondered for a moment. He held a long black umbrella. The drizzle fell dimly. His face was unclear. After a while, he said softly, "As far as I know, this is one of the few churches in Hong Kong that accepts non-religious marriage applications." "How do you know so clearly?" Jian Yi leaned over and smelled the light mint scent on him. She asked suspiciously, "You didn't want to fall in love with some girl during your adolescence, so you specially got to know her to make her happy?"

"What sister?"

Jin Yanchen sneered, and he stretched out his hand to pinch her soft cheek. He smiled mischievously, "You are my only sister, aren't you?"

As they walked into the lobby in the center, a prayer was just ending under the guidance of a priest. The priest was wearing a black robe with a Roman collar. When he passed by them, he suddenly paused, then turned around and fixed his gaze on their faces for a few seconds.

"I've seen you."

Jin Yanchen's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected this. He bowed slightly and nodded, "My mother often brought me to church when I was young, and I remember you, Father Pierre."

Zhang Yu was an extremely devout Catholic during her lifetime. Unlike every wealthy lady living in the Jinshan Bay villa area next to the church, her devotion to God was reflected in every little thing she did personally.

Every morning between 4:30 and 5:00, she would come for the first prayer, which the believers called FAJR.

She would pray before and after every meal, praying that God would bless her lover who was far away on the other side with peace and happiness.

The priest was deeply impressed by this loyal believer. He looked at Jin Yanchen, as if he saw time flash by. The little boy who was led by his mother to this strange church and drowsy while listening to the prayers had become a man who stood tall and proud.

"How is your mother now? She specifically asked me to hold a wedding for her and her husband." Speaking of that wedding, the priest sighed faintly, "It was the simplest but most sincere wedding I have ever held. They put aside the opposition between their status and class and were together simply because of love."

Jian Yi stood aside and listened quietly.

When Jian Yi heard the priest describing the wedding of that year with an exclamatory tone, she saw that Jin Yanchen's expression turned slightly cold, and she stepped forward and held his hand.

Jin Yanchen said without a trace of emotion: "She passed away."

"Her lover broke his promise to God, and because of a momentary thought, she will have to atone to God forever."

The priest had a sad look on his face. He put his palms together and made the sign of the cross in front of his chest, and was reading something from the Bible that I couldn't understand. He was probably praying.

Jian Yi was always paying attention to Jin Yanchen's expression.

She saw an extremely secret sadness on his face, and this faint emotion was pulled away by him like an external object. Jin Yanchen still stared at the statue of the Virgin Mary not far away as if nothing had happened.

No wonder he never believed in gods or Buddhas in his life. His mother, a woman who practiced kindness and redemption, finally betrayed her lifelong faith and loyalty for an illusory love.

Jian Yi pursed her lips. The church bells sounded ethereal, and her heart trembled slightly at the sound.

She looked at the priest and asked, "Father Pierre, can you be a witness at another wedding today?"

"It's my wedding with him."

Jian Yi held Jin Yanchen's hand, she raised the corner of her lips slightly, and said softly, "I think for a believer, after death, the soul will definitely snuggle up to the Allah she believes in. Then we will be married here, I think your mother will definitely be able to see our happiness."

"She will always bless us."