Chapter 42

However, Fu Zhen felt that Jiang Hengshu's words were not credible enough. No parents would like to see their children go home with a lover of the same gender and announce that they would spend their lives with such a person.

Just because of their love for their children, parents will be extra tolerant and try to accept this lover who is totally different from their imagination.

However, since Mrs. Jiang proposed to meet, Fu Zhen had to squeeze out the time even if he didn't have time. What's more, he didn't have anything to finish in a short time. He nodded to Jiang Hengshu and said, "all of them are free."

"Is tomorrow OK?" Jiang Hengshu asked him.

Sooner or later are to meet, Fu Zhen heart although a little nervous, but still should come down: "good."

Jiang Hengshu made a new schedule for Fu Zhen. In addition to going to bed at 10:00 p.m., he also had an hour and a half lunch break at noon. At this time, if Jiang Hengshu had no work on his hands, he would accompany Fu Zhen to lie on the big bed in his bedroom. The warm sunshine was blocked by the bed curtain, The room was dark and more private, as if in a moment, the world was just two of them.

For Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen, sex is not a necessity in love. Sometimes, they hold each other quietly and breathe together, which can give people a sense of satisfaction.

After discussing with Fu Zhen that he would go to see Mrs. Jiang tomorrow, Jiang Hengshu stood up and stretched out his hand to pull Fu Zhen, who was sitting on the carpet. "Go out for a walk. Don't always stay at home."

It is said that the community was designed by a well-known designer who imitated the design of a foreign residential area. The name was too long, and Fu Zhen didn't remember it. In short, it sounds very fashionable and avant-garde.

Walking on the pebble road to the small square, Fu Zhen suddenly thought of something. He asked Jiang Hengshu, "do I have to go out and prepare some gifts today?"

Jiang Hengshu said, "no, you are the biggest gift when you arrive."

Fu Zhen glanced at Jiang Hengshu and felt that Jiang Hengshu had overestimated himself. Mrs. Jiang saw that it was her tolerance and love for Jiang Hengshu that she didn't drive herself out of the house. As for this gift, Jiang Heng Shu chuckled, put his arm around Fu Zhen's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "I'm serious."

Warm sunshine dotted in the branches of the trees, where there is not melting snow, a glance to white head.

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At the same time, a very luxurious wedding was going on in the estates.

It was a rare sunny day. The sky was clear and cloudless. There was a large green lawn just moved outside the estate. Last night, there was a light snow on the lawn, leaving spots of white on the lawn, like a group of sheep on the grassland. Guests came here with invitation cards and blessing, smiling.

Easton manor is a complete imitation of Western architecture. The high dome depicts the creation of God. The arched rose windows around it depict various Greek mythological figures. The beige roman columns stand tall.

The guests sit in rows in the hall. Some of them are celebrities in the business world, and some of them are celebrities in the entertainment industry. They want to witness the end of this perfect love. In the middle of the hall is a long flower bridge, covered with red carpet. On both sides of the hall, there is a screen showing a Western love film, in which the prince And the princess is naturally played by Tang and Qin Zhao.

They did not spend less time on today's wedding, which is not only the wedding of Tang and Qin Zhao, but also represents the faces of Fu family and Qin family.

The host went to the front desk and introduced the couple to the guests. Then Fu Jianchen came slowly from the end of the red carpet with the clear water like "love Concerto".

Today, Tang is wearing a long, trailing white wedding dress. There are ten little flower children behind her to help her drag her skirt. The snow-white headdress is as long as the skirt. Her face is painted with delicate makeup, full of happy smile, and a bunch of pink flowers in her hand is like an angel landing between people.

Tang's wedding was also broadcast live. Thousands of netizens and fans watched the happiest moment of her life and gave her best wishes.

Qin Zhao stood at the other end of the red carpet, smiling and waiting for his beautiful bride.

He fell in love with Tang wanwan from the first time he saw her. He couldn't extricate himself. They had experienced a lot of ups and downs, but fortunately, they persisted, and no one could ever separate them.

Fu Jianchen took Tang quwan all the way to Qin Zhao. He was going to give him a long speech, which was written for him by the Secretary before. After reading it twice, he could recite it almost. But at the moment, he didn't have so much to say. He only told Qin Zhao, "I'll give you the bend. You should be treated well She. "

No one noticed Fu Jianchen's abnormality. They only thought that Fu could not bear to marry his most cherished daughter, so he appeared silent.

"I will. Don't worry." Qin Zhao assured Fu Jianchen.Fu Jianchen took Tang's hand to Qin Zhao's, and looked at the couple in front of him. He knew that Tang would have his own home after that. However, he didn't have to give up anything in his heart. Instead, he felt a relaxed feeling that the burden was put down. He didn't know where this feeling came from.

The priest, dressed in a white robe, solemnly stepped up to the stage and stood between the two new people to let god witness their happy life in the future.

With a smile on his face, the priest asked Qin Zhao, "groom, Mr. Qin Zhao, are you willing to marry this beautiful young lady as your wife? Whether it is good or bad, wealth or poverty, health or disease, happiness or sorrow, you will love her without reservation and remain loyal to her forever? "

Qin zhaoding looked at the Tang curve opposite him and replied without hesitation: "I will."

Then the priest turned to Tang and asked him the same oath: "Miss Tang, would you like to marry the man in front of you, whether in good times or in adversity, in poverty or wealth, in health or in disease, whether in good years or in gray hair, you are always willing to love and never give up with him, do you want to?"

With a smile on her curved lips, Tang nodded, her eyes watery, and replied, "I do."

"God will bless you," said the priest, "and then ask the bridegroom to exchange rings with the bride."

Tang bent out his hand. Because of his excitement, Qin Zhao's hand wearing the ring for Tang was shaking. The ring almost fell from his hand. Fortunately, God was watching the couple and everything went smoothly.

She put the diamond ring on the ring finger of Qin Zhao's left hand, then raised her head and raised her lips with a smile. She whispered to Qin Zhao, "you will be my man in the future."

The couple are kissing together. They think of music and firecrackers all around. The colorful ribbons are falling all over the sky. The guests stand up and clap. Dozens of cameras record this scene from all angles. The whole world seems to be in a state of jubilation. There is no sadness, no pain, only the sweetness of a lover.

No one noticed that the faces of Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting, who were supposed to be smiling with blessing, had lost their blood. Their hands clapped in mid air, motionless, like a fossil from ancient times.

Fu Jianchen sat rigidly, his blood condensed at the moment of Tang bending and kissing Qin Zhao. Many light spots appeared in front of him. These light spots gave out huge white light. Fu Jianchen closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he saw countless children, one year old, two-year-old and three-year-old They were around his knees, with big black eyes, holding his pants legs, pulling his sleeves, and calling his father, father

Fu Jianchen couldn't help smiling. He saw the grown-up Fu Zhen sitting on the white piano not far from the front. He opened his mouth and wanted to call his name. However, he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to stand up and reach out to catch him, but his body was cold as a snow sculpture.

Fu Zhen, sitting on the piano, finally raised his head and noticed him. His mouth slowly showed a smile. Fu Jianchen sat still, waiting for him to call himself father, and then came to himself, so that he could catch him.

However, even his fantasies couldn't follow his heart's wishes. In his eyes, Fu Zhen jumped off the piano, turned around and walked along the red carpet toward the busy hall. He did not give any more to Fu Jianchen. Soon, the huge light outside the door completely swallowed him up, and his little Fu Zhen disappeared in his sight. From the beginning to the end, he never looked back.

Fu Jianchen also noticed that Fu Zhen was injured in his left leg, so he didn't walk fast and had a slight limp.

After Fu Zhen left, the children at his knees gradually became transparent and neglected. Soon, only the last child was left in front of him.

Fu Jianchen finally raised his finger and tried to touch him, but when his fingertip touched the child's forehead, all the illusions were shattered.

In front of him, there were still colorful ribbons flying around him. There were still noisy people around him. There was nothing left in his hands but a cold and desolate air.

He didn't catch anything. He lost everything.

Fu Ting was not much better than Fu Jianchen. As soon as he looked up, he saw his younger brother sitting on the high rose window, his legs swinging and swinging, his hands beating with the music, as if he were going to fall from the top in the next moment. Fu Ting wanted to stop the coming accident and wanted to cry for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a piece of Coptis, and he lost all his voice Sound.