[As a result, Cheng Jiali was among the photos in his circle of friends today. ]
[How about...you make some mental preparations? ]
Ji Fanling thought to herself, what should I do to prepare myself mentally for finding a boyfriend? Could it be that he died too?
Ji Fanling: [Don't beat around the bush, where is he? ]
Zhou Sui sent a screenshot of his junior friend's circle of friends, followed by a series of photos.
Jiugongge photo, located at Century Jinming Hotel.
The accompanying text is "I grabbed a big red envelope from my sister-in-law, and she is so generous! I wish my brother and sister-in-law a long life!"
Some of the photos show scenes of picking up a bride in the morning, some of a motorcade with flowers, some of red envelopes flying in the sky, and some of people grabbing them like crazy below. Red envelope crowd.
In the middle is a photo of her junior brother and the bride and groom.
Ji Fanling froze for a moment and enlarged the photo sent by Zhou Sui.
It was rare for the groom to wear a formal suit. The black suit was straight, but the collar was slightly open, exposing the collarbone, which only increased the unruly aura.
His face is more mature than it was ten years ago, but his fox eyes are as curved as ever, and he smiles lazily at the camera.
——Smiling exactly like before.
Zhou Sui finally said:
[Fan Ling, Cheng Jiali is getting married today. ]
*
Ji Fanling rushed out of the house and left a message to Fu Yingcheng while running, saying that he had something to go out and would not be eating at home.
She quickly hailed a taxi on the side of the road, got into the car, and hurriedly said in the cold air: "Master, go to Century Jinming Hotel."
Her mind was in a mess along the way, and she seemed to arrive in the blink of an eye.
Ji Fanling followed the crowd and entered the hotel. There was a big red sign at the door of the hotel, which read:
"Groom Cheng Jiali Bride Fang Jingyun"
There is only one wedding tonight. It is held in the largest banquet hall of Century Jinming. Fresh roses sprinkled with gold powder are luxuriously decorated. They were arranged along both sides of the red carpet from the banquet hall to the entrance of the hotel.
She arrived late, the wedding had already started.
The photo area outside the banquet hall was empty, exactly the same as the background of Qiu Ming's circle of friends photos.
There was a young man sitting behind the check-in desk, playing with his mobile phone with his head down.
Ji Fanling was about to open the door and go in. The man raised his head and interrupted: "Hey, little girl, are you attending the wedding?"
"...Hmm."
The man looked at her: "Are you here with... your parents? Have you signed in?"
Ji Fanling quickly said He walked over, grabbed a pen, scrawled "Ji" on the sign-in book, threw away the pen and turned to leave.
The man stopped her again and stuffed a delicate pink box into her hand: "This is a souvenir for the guests, you can take it and eat it."
"No."
As if her hands were hot, the girl threw the box back on the table with a tone of voice He said bluntly, with a bit of despair and haste, "I don't want it."
Pushing the door open seemed to open up another world.
The hall composed of crystals and roses shone brightly. Along the long aisle, the bride held up her skirt and walked step by step towards the groom on the stage. The emcee on the stage was impassioned: "Let us give applause to the most beautiful bride..."
The applause was like rain.
Ji Fanling stood in the darkness next to the wall under the stage. Two waiters behind him were whispering in a low voice:
"Hey, you know, the bride is seven years older than the man."
"You know what the hell, that's the elder of the Fang family ." Miss... those who have the right to inherit are the women who pay for the engagement. Would you like to marry me instead?"
"I understand. You will be a role model for our generation."
"What are you talking about?" Someone came over and asked. He yelled, "Be careful if guests complain, come over and prepare the food."
The waiter responded and dispersed. At this time, the bride had walked to the stage and stood next to the groom. The emcee's voice was gentle and powerful from the speakers. out.
Cheng Jiali listened indifferently, his eyes wandering among the guests with a smile on his face, looking relaxed and lazy.
Then inadvertently, it landed on Ji Fanling in the corner.
The man's smile suddenly paused, and his fox eyes narrowed.
Ji Fanling and him looked at each other across the crowd, and their hearts skipped a beat.
She subconsciously moved toward the darkness behind her and took two steps back.
The stage was full of light, for a brief and elongated moment.
Ten years later, the person on the stage and the young man standing in the sea of roses in the classroom, curling his lips wantonly, gradually overlapped inch by inch, cruel to the extreme.
...
"What should I say? I'll wait slowly."
"You can wait for one day, you can wait for ten years."
Ji Fanling couldn't breathe, and the memories of the past together drowned her like a tide.
She was like a mouse that broke into other people's lives, her eyes stung by the voyeuristic happiness.
With the immature love I had ten years ago, I came uninvited to his grand and grand wedding.
It seems so out of place.
The master of ceremonies said, "Then, Mr. Groom, what do you want to say to our bride?"
Cheng Jiali withdrew his gaze.
He took the phone and spoke lazily: "First of all, I would like to thank Miss Fang for inviting me to her wedding."
The guests in the audience all laughed.
With the whole room laughing, the girl put on her hat, covered her face, turned around and walked out in a panic, and bumped head-on with the waiter who had just finished serving the food.
The waiter quickly apologized in a low voice. Ji Fanling hurriedly said sorry, lowered the brim of his hat, and ran away without looking back.
...
I didn't even hear the hurried words behind me:
"——Hey! Guest, you dropped something..."
*
The wedding ceremony ended, the lights in the banquet hall were brightly lit, and the guests exchanged glasses at the sumptuous banquet. Yan Yan smiled.
Cheng Jiali put one hand in his pocket and held a wine glass in the other. He walked down the stage casually, walking between the banquets and looking around as if he was looking for something.
A few days ago, he just got off the plane after returning to China and found that there were several missed calls on his mobile phone. When he dialed back, he found that the person on the other side was a male college student whom he had never met before.