Chapter 2108

There was a long procession of more than 30 cars, and foreign sports cars were all in line. They swaggered along the long street.

Beijing is the heart of China. There are too many rich and powerful people here, but few dare to show off like this when they get married. The sound of firecrackers almost never stops along the way, and the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere.

For many years, no one dared to set off firecrackers in the streets of Beijing. Especially when passing by the square, they did not stop. So many passers-by stopped to guess whose childe was so fearless and ignorant.

At the same time, we all wonder: shouldn't the police officers on duty stop this kind of blatant behavior?

After all, setting off firecrackers in the city center violates the public security regulations, which will not only cause air pollution, but also have adverse effects. If no one comes out to take charge this time, can it be the same when someone gets married next time?

There are a lot of police officers on duty on the street, several of which are at least three or five times more than usual, and even armed police. But when they see the motorcade, all the police officers are indifferent.

Today's bridegroom has a deep background, and no one dares to provoke him. This is the common people's idea. What's more surprising is that in more than 30 luxury cars, only those in front of them are seated, while those behind them are empty except the driver.

The appearance of this motorcade has attracted the attention of many journalists, who have stopped to shoot.

In today's big environment, where an NBA player is in a coma with whoring and sudden prostitute syndrome, his wife and sister-in-law are taking advantage of the opportunity to make a big splash, and the photo of sexual courage can make the headlines every day, it is absolutely one of the big news that such a matchmaking team can appear on the streets of Beijing.

As long as it's a reporter, there's no reason to let this news go.

The motorcade quickly crossed the ten mile long street and headed northwest.

When the motorcade disappeared in the distance, the reporters who had finished taking photos were about to leave when they found that they were stopped by the police.

The police's request is simple: delete all the photos just taken.

Why? It's better not to ask. The police ask for this, but for the sake of the reporter himself.

Some of the smarter ones are obedient enough to delete the photos, but some of them are stiff minded, but they stare up and talk to the police about the "journalists law", saying that journalists are the king without a crown and have the right to publish it after recording a special event and show it to the world.

Just like the case of Peng in the South (that is, the case of helping up the old lady and being blackmailed) in that year, the reason why it had such a great impact and was known as the "moral decline of Chinese people" by the world is that it is thanks to the propaganda reporters who played an irreplaceable role in it, which makes people see the ugly face of the old people who fell down on the street, A wake-up call to the good people?

Well, since you have a point with the police, go back to the Bureau and have a good debate. In just ten minutes, more than ten journalists who are willing to die for justice have been forced to leave by the police.

For Lu Xiucheng, this kind of trifles, even if we see them, we will not care about them.

The most important thing for him now is to enjoy the scenery.

The wedding is more beautiful than my brother, he sunset, Gao Fei and anyone else: you are at most holding a banquet in a hotel. Who dares to be like me when a luxury motorcade passes through the ten mile long street and firecrackers are blaring, but no one dares to manage the scenery?

The driver is elegant.

Lu Xiucheng and Liao Shuifen sit in the back row.

Liao Shuifen is wearing a white wedding dress, not like other brides. A head of green silk falls down like a waterfall. He only wears a pearl necklace around his neck. In addition, he has a plain face.

It's very beautiful, plain faced and natural.

After getting on the bus, Lu Xiucheng kept looking at her, as if she could never see enough.

Liao Shuifen's face is calm, even with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. Just as she doesn't know that she is being appreciated by Lu Xiucheng, she slightly looks at the scenery outside and doesn't move.

Lu Xiucheng slowly stretched out his hand and took Liao Shuifen's left hand.

Liao Shuifen instinctively earned a little, no longer move.

"Are you happy, sister fan?"

Lu Xiucheng asked in a low voice.

Liao Shuifen didn't speak, and his eyes didn't move. When Lu Xiucheng asked for the third time, he sighed and turned to look at him. His eyes twinkled: "what do you say?"

Lu Xiucheng's answer is different: "in my memory, the year when you really entered my heart, I was only 13 years old, on the first day of junior high school. On that day, you followed your parents to visit me and where. You were wearing a white dress. At that time, your face was still full of green and astringent air, pure like snow lotus in the sky. "

Lu Xiucheng's eyes looked up to the left, obviously recalling: "when I saw you, there was a voice in my heart shouting that I wanted to chase you and marry you as my wife. You are mine, no matter what."

Liao Shuifen laughed: "ha ha, I have long forgotten these. But now I can tell you that if I had known that I could have made such a deep impression on you, I should have destroyed this face. "

"It's late. It's already late."

Lu Xiucheng said with a smile and raised his right hand to hold Liao Shuifen's shoulder: "now, don't say you've ruined your face. Even if you're an old woman, I'll marry you."

Liao Shuifen frowned and looked at Lu Xiucheng. He was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice: "you should know that I have been married and hurt by marriage. Now my biggest wish is to live my life quietly by myself. I don't want to marry anyone again. I want to be alone - he Xiucheng. If you really care about me, you should make me happy and respect my wishes. "

"Some people say that if a man really loves a woman, he will try his best to make her happy. As long as she can be happy, he would rather do anything, including silently blessing her in the distance."

Lu Xiucheng didn't correct why Liao Shuifen called him Xiucheng. He looked in front of the car with a strange smile on his face: "but I'm not that stupid. I just think that since I like you, I should try my best to get you. Why should I stand in the distance and bless you? That would be silly. "

Liao Shuifen's voice was a little cold: "yes, you are such a person. It's because I'm hopelessly in love with you that you pull me to death when you're in the end. "

"Ha ha."

Lu Xiucheng chuckled: "what's wrong with this? As we all know, Wang Xizhi's preface to Orchid Pavilion is one of the most brilliant representative works in the history of Chinese civilization. Such a treasure should be handed down to the world. Why did Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, take it to the grave? Don't take it away even if you die just because you like it too much. Since one of the greatest kings in Chinese history has done that, why can't I follow suit? "

(unofficial history records that Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, had two things to do before he died: first, Wang Xizhi's preface to the Orchid Pavilion collection, which had to be buried with him. The second is Wu Meiniang. Originally, Xiao Wu should be buried with Emperor Taizong, just like the preface to the Orchid Pavilion collection, but Xiao Wu was the first to go out to become a monk, so he escaped the disaster. Later, there was the great Zhou Dynasty.)

After Lu Xiucheng moved Tang Taizong out, Liao Shuifen knew that there was really nothing to talk about between them. Even if he slowly held them in his arms, he stubbornly turned his head and looked out of the window, closed his mouth and stopped talking.

The car soon got out of the downtown area and sped up to the northwest.

It seems that the "new house" specially decorated by Lu Xiucheng is somewhere in the outer suburbs.

Liao Shuifen also knows that even if Lu Xiucheng deliberately swaggers around the market, the relevant departments at most are secretly tracking and monitoring, and never dare to get close to him to avoid bloody incidents.

"I know you hate me. I hope I'm dead now."

Lu Xiucheng dropped the window a little bit, but the cold wind still poured in, which made Liao Shuifen feel a little cold. He subconsciously went into his arms for a while, but then left, and said faintly: "hope is hope after all, few can become reality."

"I will die."

Lu Xiucheng suddenly said it in a serious tone.

Liao Shuifen was stunned. He looked back at him and asked seriously, "when? Let me know. If you go to die alone, then I can accompany you. But I have a condition, that is to let Wu Si husband and wife go back safely. "

"Are you willing to die with me?"

"To die with you may be my destiny in this world?"

"But I hope you live well. Really

Lu Xiucheng's tone is more sincere.

Liao Shuifen's eyes slowly rose to the color of sarcasm and turned his head again.

Lu Xiucheng said in a low voice: "after our wedding, Liao Shuifen and he Mingzhu will leave safely soon - if possible, you will return to Liao's home safely tomorrow, at least at eight o'clock in the morning."

Liao Shuifen suddenly turned back: "what do you mean?"

Lu Xiucheng smiles, releases Liao Shuifen, leans his back on the seat, closes his eyes and stops talking.

When the two of them spoke in the back, the elegance of the car in front of them kept silent, with an elegant smile on their faces. They looked like they were in control of the overall situation.

This man, has been completely depraved.

Lu Xiucheng's newly married residence is in a scenic resort villa in the outer suburbs of Northwest China. There are many men and women in formal clothes at the door of the villa. Most of them are foreigners. Their faces are full of happy smiles, as if today is their happy day.

When the car stopped, a young woman in a black dress, with gray hair and charming face, came slowly, opened the door for Liao Shuifen and stretched out her right hand.

Liao Shuifen gracefully holds her hand and gets out of the car carrying her wedding dress.

Maybe it's because I don't want to pollute the sober air here. I don't set off firecrackers, fireworks and other things. It's the kind of small steel cannons that young people often use when they get married. It's the kind of colored paper. In the continuous banging sound, colorful scraps of paper fall one after another. As soon as the wind blows, they float away.

When Lu Xiucheng got out of the car, everyone began to clap and say the words of blessing loudly.

A scarlet carpet runs from the door to the front of the villa.

"Miss Liao, let me introduce myself. My name is Yin Jinhua."

Xu Xu, the charming young woman who helped Liao Shuifen onto the red carpet, with a sweet smile on her face, said softly, "we've seen each other before."

Liao Shuifen took a look at her, shook his head and said, "I've never seen you."

Yin Jinhua chuckled and said, "I don't know Miss Liao. Do you remember the ancient tombs at the bottom of the river in Southern Hebei?"

For Liao Shuifen, the trip to the riverbank tomb in Southern Hebei is a nightmare. She can't forget all her life the despair, fear and hatred she experienced at that time.

"Are you granny silver?"

Liao Shuifen stopped.