C93 Tribute to Love
C93 Tribute to Love
Flipping through the first page of the diary, there were a few things that Ouyang Ruo Lan wanted to do the most:
One, write a song for Guan Yang, don't be sad, don't be sad, want to die happiness, and then, personally play to him.
Two, be someone who understands him because you understand him. That's why you can understand him. That's why you can get along with him. That's why you can spend your whole life with him.
Three, marry Guan Yang, give him a pair of children, no more, one son and one daughter, daughter like me, son like him.
Four, if you are not satisfied with all of these things, then continue in your next life.
5. If I'm not satisfied with my next life, then my next life, my next life, my next life …
"… …"
Parking the car at the airport exit, Guan Yang looked down at his watch and saw that the needle was ticking, never changing, but at this moment, he felt that the clock was wrong. It was much slower than usual, the plane was still half an hour away, but in these 30 minutes, he felt that it was longer and slower than the last three difficult years.
The airport lobby was bustling with noise and excitement. People were coming in and out of the hall, and Guan Yang was leaning against the Rolls-Royce. Both the person and the car were eye-catching enough.
Guan Yang didn't even glance at the door. He was either staring at the exit or looking down at his watch.
Time passed, second by second.
When that familiar figure walked out, the boiling airport had miraculously quietened down. Everything around them had lost its color and the crowd had slowed down. It was like an old-fashioned silent black and white movie where a dazzling color suddenly appeared.
The entire airport was silent. The silence infected everyone. Most of the gazes that were originally attracted to Guan Yang now fell on Ying Ying.
In wuxia novels, one could often see a girl described as "otherworldly fireworks", but was there really such a thing in reality?
Yes.
For example, Ouyang Ruo Lan.
When the two were more than ten meters apart, Guan Yang opened his arms and greeted her with the attitude of embracing the world, because at this moment, she was the world.
True, for her, he too.
Thus, his arm was like a vast ocean, welcoming his world. Her figure was like a swallow, throwing itself into her world.
Ouyang Ruo Lan burst with unprecedented strength. She tightly wrapped herself around Guan Yang like a golden hoop on Sun's head, and then pounded on his chest. One after another, "Guan Yang" and "Guan Yang" yelled out, making one's heart ache.
Many people in the surroundings were moved by this scene. Of course, this scene was very "Korean drama", so some people were envious, some people were touched, and some people even despised it. However, the two parties were completely indifferent to it.
"Give me a little more time. I'll take you to the most beautiful church in the world and give you the greatest wedding in the world."
Guan Yang whispered in her ear.
"I do."
Ouyang Ruo Lan whispered into his ear.
"… …"
Guan Yang had underestimated the girl's dreams of a romantic wedding. As long as it was a man, he would always underestimate a woman's dreams in this regard.
After they got in the car, Ouyang Ruo Lan started to talk about the famous churches in the world.
"The Cathedral of Cologne, Germany. Goethe wrote a poem praising it for 'having created half the universe before it was finished.'"
"The Cathedral of Chartres, with its dome of over a hundred colored glaze and enamel, has created the mysterious concept of the Ascension of the Kingdom of Heaven."
"The Sistine Chapel with the original painting of Genesis and The Last Judgment painted on the hanging window."
"There's also the most sculptured and exquisite Milan Cathedral."
"The Amiens Cathedral in France isn't bad either …"
"Do you like the Vatican?" With that, Guan Yang cut in and sped up at a right angle with extreme difficulty. He shook off the Imperial bodyguards' cars behind him and climbed onto the elevated bridge.
"The Vatican …" Ouyang Ruo Lan turned sideways in the front passenger seat and gently caressed the face of her man. No matter how dangerous Guan Yang drove the car, she didn't even look at the front, as if placing her life in the man's hands was as ordinary as drinking water and eating food. Of course I like the Vatican, but it's the Pontiff's Garrison and they never get married. "
"I insist on going. I want to marry you at St. Peter's Cathedral. I want the cardinal to be our witness. I want the whole world to know that I, Guan Yang, am married to the most beautiful woman in the world." Guan Yang said with a smile as he turned his head to look at her.
Suddenly, Guan Yang braked and stopped the Rolls Royce by the highway. Then, he opened the car door and pulled Ouyang Ruo Lan out of the car.
Ouyang Rulan exclaimed, "Where are you going?"
Guan Yang turned his head and shouted, "I can't wait any longer! I just want everyone to know!"
Guan Yang pulled her along to stand on the viaduct, leaning on the railing as he looked at the passing cars. He pointed at Ouyang Ruo Lan and said, "Look! Look! She! She's my fiancée! I want to marry her! Look! "
In the traffic, many people noticed the strange behavior of the young couple. Some of them thought they were crazy, some of them mouthed "Congratulations" through the glass, and a jeep full of fancy car stickers passed by. The young man got off the lathe, stuck his head out and shouted, "Brother!" Your mother is a good person! I wish you seven times after your wedding night! "
Guan Yang was still not satisfied. He pulled Ouyang Ruo Lan into the car and ran all the way to the city.
When they arrived at the central plaza, they stopped and got out of the car. Guan Yang stopped everyone he met and pointed to Ouyang Ruo Lan beside him. "Look, this is my fiancée. She wants to marry me!" Look, this is my fiancée, I want to marry her! "
If Guan Yang was not a handsome young man, if Ouyang Ruo Lan was not a beautiful woman, if their expressions were not considered normal, someone would probably have called the mental hospital to arrest them.
Suddenly, the two noticed a street artist playing a violin in the middle of the square. Guan Yang led Ouyang Ruo Lan over and asked, "Can you lend me your violin?" "Just a moment."
That person had spent the entire morning here. Due to his lack of skill, he hadn't acquired many copper coins, so upon hearing Guan Yang's question, he nodded blankly and handed the violin over to him. Guan Yang took it from him and handed it to Ouyang Ruo Lan, then said with a smile, "Play a song for me!"
"Yes, my dear."
A few seconds later, the street artist became infatuated.
Everyone watching was stunned.
The violin in Ouyang Ruo Lan's hand was like a different musical instrument. Although the quality of the violin wasn't all that great, it still couldn't withstand her skillful and skillful control.
"Meditation," "Tribute to Love," "Dancing in the Sky," "The Prayer of the Maiden." Ouyang Ruo Lan used a progressive melody to express her progressive feelings, and the bow in her hands seemed to transform into a living being. At one moment, it was quiet and graceful, at the other, it was passionate and fiery.
After a few songs, the music case on the floor was already filled with change. The crowd was neither sparing money nor applause.
When they returned the guqin, Ouyang Ruo Lan pulled Guan Yang along and bowed to the artists on the street. They then looked at each other and smiled.
"Thank you for lending us the piano."
"Thank you for your willingness to witness our love."