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"I am willing!"

"Miss Lu, would you like to marry this lady beside you, no matter rich or poor, you will not be separated until death?"

"I...will!" Lu Qinghuan paused for a second inexplicably, and unconsciously glanced at the seats in the front row. Only the parents of the White family had earnest eyes and eager mood, and then looked at Bai Cha and looked at herself with a smile , Waiting for herself to say the word "yes", she felt that even if she had a little regret, white tea would be enough in the future!

"I declare that you are officially married and married for a hundred years, Hallelujah!"

"Father, didn't you say 'Hallelujah' or not?"

"May you be happy and prosperous?"

"..."

"Now you can kiss the bride."

Baicha pulled back the veil, the last time the veil was so rough that it took a few strands off Lu Qinghuan's hair, this time she took it off with her own hands, and kissed Lu Qinghuan's moist lips, Baicha kissed with a smile on her lips He couldn't help but picked up Lu Qinghuan and ran out of the church, causing the people in the church to think that they were going to stage another drama of running away from marriage.

"Throwing the bouquet!" Said it was throwing, but it was clearly smashing, Bai Cha took the flower and smashed it into the crowd, who is Fusu's opponent, he took the flower with a big jump, and his skill was so neat Like a monkey, leaning against He Hua and looking at the bouquet in his hand, he raised the flower and waved towards the two of Bai Cha.

"It seems that you are the next one to get married!"

"These are the flowers thrown by the groom. You have received them, so you want to be the groom too?" Fu Ming bumped his sister's shoulder to smell her intentionally, causing Fu Su to punch her with a trick. He folded his arms and hid in He Hua's the other side.

"I taught you this dance, do you remember?" In the ballroom, Bai Cha danced in the middle of the dance floor with his arms around Lu Qinghuan's waist, envious of others, mainly singles, this is really nüè dog, nüè's heartache.

"Of course I remember." Lu Qinghuan frowned, looking at Bai Cha's eyes like fireflies at night, reflecting his own smiling face.

That night, she was also the one who taught herself how to dance, and she was obsessed with the beauty in her eyes, but forgot that she was also the most beautiful scenery in her eyes.

There was a dance on the pool, and Baicha and Lu Qinghuan stood on the similar small balcony and looked at the beautiful scenery in the sky. The stars were like the sea, and the sky was like a wind. Attraction is but a momentary thing.

Married life, that is to meet the requirements of white tea, with a lover by my side, a country village, a small house, pets and flowers, all of these are set into a grid under the setting sun, never fade .

In the end, as Baicha said to Lu Qinghuan, "Some people live in mediocrity in this life not because they are not self-motivated, but because they have not met that thing that makes him (she) realize that they are self-motivated. The world is too big, and people are like It is a plant distributed on a small piece of land. You will eventually meet the migratory bird who is willing to spread the pollen for you. If you don’t want to cover the branches with flowers, just because the temperature is not enough, you will eventually meet the one who gives you the warmth of life. The one who makes you willingly blossom."

Maybe you and I have never met, but I firmly believe that one day, we will meet each other in a hurry among thousands of people.

☆, extra one

"Get up! Get up and walk the dog!"

"I don't want to~ I want to sleep~" Baicha was still holding the dog leash in his hand and was engaged in a quilt fight with Lu Qinghuan. After half a year of marriage, Lu Qinghuan gradually changed from that hardworking wife to Lai Chuáng's housekeeper early in the morning. Girl, hold the quilt tightly and don't let go, even if it's an agreement to walk the dog every morning, I don't want to get up in bed, and this agreement is still made by myself!

"Hey! Why are you so lazy? You begged me for a long time before I agreed to walk the dog with you every morning. What's going on with you now? Are you regretting it?"

"What you said, I didn't know that you would torment me every night...you are Nezha, you have such good energy, you used up all your energy to make trouble in the Dragon Palace last night, and now you can walk the dog...but I was picked The skinned third prince..."

"That's a cramp!"

"Don't pay attention to those details...I'm really sleepy...I can't get up...or you can push me to walk the dog in a wheelchair..."

"Hey, how fresh is it, walking the dog in a wheelchair? Why don't you say I'm walking the dog in a car? Forget it, forget it, then you go to bed, Cone, let's go around the yard today! Good boy ah!"

"Then go and see the grapes in the vineyard and the horses in the horse farm..."

"..." Baicha held the rope and looked at Lu Qinghuan who was covering her head under the blanket. It's fine if she can't afford the bed, but she still lets herself do this and that, it's really boring!

The house of Baicha is located in a manor in a certain country in France. If this is the place where the White family makes wine, there is a large vineyard for two people to take care of. Baicha took the dog to the vineyard and the morning light shines through the gaps in the grape leaves. According to the profile of Baicha's face, some faint mist was hidden in the air, and the humid air caused water droplets to condense on Baicha's hair.

Since they got married for half a year, the two of them just sit here and do what they want to do, and don't think about work and earning money. They just need to take good care of these grapes to ensure that they can make good wine.As for the racecourse, there has always been a rule of betting on horses, so the White family also runs this business, raising horses and sending them to races, and starting from them.