Chapter 94:

He said it was useless not to think about it, Cheng Huan couldn't relax at all, waiting nervously and expecting for a possible surprise.
Unfortunately, it turned out that he really thought about it, and after eating and going out, nothing special happened.
Cheng Huan was a little disappointed, and then even more confused. She fastened her seat belt and frowned. "You're so troublesome for a meal?"
"Yeah." Jiang Mingyuan reached out and rubbed her head, turning the car around.
The grass and trees on the road quickly hindered her legs. Cheng Huan looked for a while and found that this was not the way to go back. She turned her head and asked, "Don't you go home?"
Jiang Mingyuan couldn't say: "I've got a few concert tickets and I'll take you there."
"Oh." Cheng Huan nodded and looked down at the clothes again. "Can I wear this in the past?"
Although I haven't heard of it, it is said that those occasions require formal attire.
There was a red light at the intersection. Jiang Mingyuan stopped the car, turned to look at her, and nodded: "I think it's fine."
The address of the concert was in the Grand Theater of S City. There were only a few people sitting there. Jiang Mingyuan took her to the middle and sat down. The lights went out, the curtains opened in front, and the music sounded. Others quit.
Classical music is really something that can cultivate sentiment. The soul fades into impetuousness and becomes quiet in the sound of music. A concert lasted two hours, and at the end Cheng Huan felt a little bit reluctant.
She walked out of the stadium, sighed a long time, turned her head and smiled at Jiang Mingyuan and asked, "Where are you going?"
She has determined that this person must be in trouble.
Jiang Mingyuan held the sleeping star and smiled back at her: "There is an open-air show on the river bank. Are you interested in seeing it?"
"Okay."
S city is a city along the river, and the river bank is also a tourist attraction.
Before going, the two went back to settle the stars, and then called the assistant to help and watch, and then went out hand in hand.
If the music festival is an auditory enjoyment, the open-air performance on the river bank is a visual feast. There are many platforms on the river bank that are not very long. Artists perform on the stage and the audience lingers.
These shows are not limited to the content format. Maybe the hip-hop is on the left and the iron is on the right. Even acrobatics performances that have become more and more rare in recent years can be found there.
Cheng Huan originally thought that Jiang Mingyuan was thinking carefully. It wasn't quite certain when he arrived here. So many people here couldn't hear anything they wanted to say.
But it doesn't matter, what does he want to do? Cheng Huan looked at the stunning dance in front of him and thought, whether he has other purposes or not, these things look good.
The open-air performance on the river bank lasted for a long time and did not stop until late at night. Cheng Huan left the classical dance platform and continued to stroll down. She took a bunch of sugar gourds and bitten her hawthorn. She squeezed her eyebrows to one place, swallowed the contents of her mouth, and threw the contents into the trash bin, and asked Jiang Mingyuan: "Did you make these things?"
Jiang Mingyuan nodded: "A project co-developed with the government will last for three days and will be held every year. It is ready to create a fixed tourism festival."
"Do you still make this?"
Jiang Mingyuan knocked her: "Why not?"
"I feel like this thing has nothing to do with you."
"How can it be okay? As long as the fame of the event is out, it can attract tourists and drive the development of the tourism industry, which is a good thing for businesses in this area."
"Also, some people are not afraid to make no money." Cheng Huan looked around and touched his chin: "Would I like to come here to set up a stall? It looks very profitable."
Jiang Mingyuan: "... take you here for fun."
Cheng Huan laughed: "Just a joke."
She said so, in fact she was already thinking about the possibility of opening a branch here.
Cheng Huan will stay in front of each stage for a long time, and the snacks on his hands have never been broken.
The time passed unknowingly and was about to reach the early morning.
As if receiving instructions, all the stations stopped at zero change, the scene suddenly quieted down, the tourists were full of fog, I don't know what happened.
Cheng Huan took chestnut cake, tilted his head and squinted at Jiang Mingyuan, calmly on the side, apparently not surprised by this.
"what are you going to do?"
"Come here." Jiang Mingyuan didn't say, and took his hand and continued to walk forward.
The river bank is not completely flat. There is a high place. There is no one here and the view is excellent.
In his ear was the sound of the river slap against the dam. Cheng Huan looked around and saw nothing: "Is there anything else?"
"hold on."
Cheng Huan had speculation in his heart. He pursed his lips and calmed down. The time seemed to be extremely slow, and finally it was twelve.
The bell tower in the distance sounded like a signal, the dark buildings on the other side were stained with colors, the music sounded, and the five-color lights flickered in accordance with the rhythm.
The giant LED screen lights up with the light, but it does not appear any face or any advertisement, but a dish of attractive food. The release of these foods this evening is a kind of torture for people. The tourists who stayed here drooled at the screen while finding the nearest stalls and gagging for snacks.
Everyone didn't know that these things would be put on this screen, but Cheng Huan knew that she was crying and laughing, she was moved and felt embarrassed, and she whispered, "What are you doing?"
"It's inappropriate to put photos, so let's put them." He was a little nervous. "Don't you like it?"
Although "No" felt a little awkward, to be honest, Cheng Huan was very touched by him. She lay on the fence and faced the other side of the river. The voice seemed to be able to drift with Jiang Feng: "Thank you for your birthday gift."
"If you like it ..." A person affixed behind her, holding her waist with a big palm, and handed the brocade box on the other hand to the front: "What about marrying me?"
There are no scenes of crowds watching in the romance drama, only two of them, only the lights on the other side to testify.
Cheng Huan actually has a lot of reasons to explain that this is not the right time: time to get along is too short, not running well, the gap between each other is too big, his mother does not agree and so on ...
But people can't always stay sane forever. All the doubts in Cheng Huan's mind are set aside, and they can't wait to agree.
...
From proposal to marriage, it seems to be a very fast thing. In the autumn when Xingxing became a member of the kindergarten middle class, Jiang Mingyuan and Cheng Huan also held a wedding.
The wedding wrapped up the entire hotel, countless celebrities gathered, but no reporter took a little bit of interior photos.
As a bride, Cheng Huan began to prepare many days in advance, soaking in various skin care products, and striving to be in the perfect state from hair to toenails.
On the wedding day, they had to be separated according to the rules. The stars were thrown to Jiang Mingyuan. Cheng Huan had to get up and make up and change his dress from before the day dawned, and then waited for Jiang Mingyuan to welcome his relatives.
She does n’t have any relatives or friends. The women ’s relatives are basically the newest ladies. The only exception is probably Xu Li. Their husband and wife have already opened their house and are still opening barbecue restaurants. I dropped her business this time to help her, and I was busy for a few days. As soon as I stopped, I said that good people have good rewards.
At eight o'clock, the door was noisy. Cheng Huan stayed inside the house alone, holding the bouquet tightly in her hand. She was a little nervous, her throat was thirsty, but she didn't want to drink water. The noise lasted only a short time. The door opened and Jiang Mingyuan appeared at the door in a groom's suit.
The dress on his body was embroidered by hand, the color was a little darker red, the embroidered dragon pattern opened his teeth and danced the claws, and it seemed like the wind came out. The big red flowers on his chest looked a little stupid, but it did not affect his handsomeness.
The subsequent process does not seem to be different from other people's weddings, but probably because of the different reasons of the parties, Cheng Huan looked very sweet.
Because Jiang Mingyuan had been to the prestige, the people present did not dare to make it difficult for him, and he blocked them like he did so and let him go.
Cheng Huan has no brothers and relatives. Jiang Mingyuan was replaced directly by the task of carrying her out. Cheng Huan lay on his back, and her head wobbled with the movements. She grabbed the clothes under her, her face in the red wedding dress. It also looked a little reddish: "Am I heavy?"
"No, the weight is just right."
The car door was opened, and she was put into the back seat in a somewhat awkward posture. The star in the front seat turned into a flower tube. She smiled and narrowed her eyes. Her mouth leaked when she said, "Mom, you are so beautiful today. "
On the other side, the door opened, and Jiang Mingyuan sat in, affirming the words of the star: "I think so."
Cheng Huan had no parents here, and Jiang Mingyuan was not prepared to let Gu Mingli attend the wedding, so he omitted the tea respect.
Tea can be saved in this link, but the others can't be saved. Finally, they were sent away. Cheng Huan didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he lay in bed all at once.
Jiang Mingyuan sent the guests away, closed the door, and went upstairs to the bedroom.
The old house in the family was remodeled, and the second bedroom became the master bedroom. There was a person lying on the huge stepping bed. The clothes and the red bedding could not distinguish each other.
Jiang Mingyuan took off the red flower on his chest and walked lightly, Cheng Huan lying on the bed side and closed his eyes.
He leaned over and took the steps from her hair: "Pick it and go to sleep."
"Well," Cheng Huan answered, without moving, turning to lie on the bed, self-explanatory.
Jiang Mingyuan sighed gently, took off his headgear according to her wishes, and studied for a long time. He finally untied the hair, and he gathered up a handful of hair, letting the hair run away between them, whispered to her ear "Get up and wash."
Cheng Huan closed his eyes: "I don't want to get up."
"How can you be lazy today?" Jiang Mingyuan softened his eyebrows, lifted the person to half, and the red suit fell to the ground.
The red candle is warm.
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