Dyed

During these days, everyone was protecting her as much as possible, and Fan Xian wished she could not leave her side every day.

Qin Mumu and Song Zhi never mentioned the word Ming Chengyou, and even Chen Ma at home looked at her with trepidation.

However, there is a kind of pain, it is not that if you avoid it far away, it will really be painless.

Their wedding date was approaching, and as originally planned, it unfolded with fanfare.

Fu Ran touched her abdomen with her palm. It was supposed to be the time when she decided to let go of the past, but a little life had already quietly grown in her body.

She started the engine with her right hand involuntarily, and the sight she looked out with tears in her eyes was mixed with complexities that others couldn't see clearly.

If it was someone else, they would just avoid it from a distance, and even leave Ying'an City and live in a dwelling in a place that can heal the wounded.

Fu Ran twisted the steering wheel tightly with both hands. She also felt pain, but she would not escape.

Escaping, although it is invisible to the eye, but the wound always needs time to heal, the way she chose is the most direct but also the cruelest to herself.

Since her wound has never healed, it hurts her every day and night.

She simply opened the scar completely at once, let it bleed, let it fester, the pain to the end, the pain to numbness, will she be relieved?

Tears flowed down uncontrollably, and one drop fell on Fu Ran's tense elbow, scalding the whole arm like a layer of blisters.

It's not far from the hospital to where they held their wedding. Fu Ran took out the wedding invitation and put it on her lap.

She opened the window, and the July wind was blowing on her face, which made her feel hot. Although the air-conditioning was turned on in the car, Fu Ran's face was full of sweat, soaking through the neckline, and sliding into the empty and beating heart.

Today seems to be a good day to get married. You can see many wedding cars passing by on the road. Without exception, red roses are plastered all over the car body, and there are words such as "a hundred years of marriage". The bride's pure white veil floats out of the car window. A delicate and happy face.

The tears in Fu Ran's eyes flowed more fiercely, and sometimes happiness needs a foil.

While wiping her tears while driving, her vision was completely blurred several times and she almost hit the car in front of her. She had to slow down, clenched her lips and held on tightly.

Wedding scene.

A large wedding photo was placed at the entrance of the venue, and Li Yunling was busy welcoming the guests.

"Mrs. Ming, congratulations."

"Chief An, Mrs. An, please come in."

Li Yunling was wearing a red suit, which made her look younger.

Mrs. An often played mahjong with Li Yunling's partner on weekdays. She stood in front of the wedding photo, "Hey, Third Young Master and Young Mistress are really talented and beautiful."

"Thank you, thank you." Li Yunling ordered Miss Etiquette to invite them in. She turned her head and glanced at the huge wedding photo of the two of them. It's about to be a joke.

She looked at it carefully, and had to admire the current high-tech, the wedding photos can be made with just a computer.

Fu Ran drove to the wedding venue. She parked the car in a small road, but there was no wedding car at the door. It seemed that the wedding hadn't started yet.

You Yingrui is wearing a wedding dress and sitting in an elongated wedding car. She has exquisite makeup and expensive jewelry. It is said that one piece of jewelry can equal the savings of ordinary people for several lifetimes.Ming Chengyou looked out of the window, a bit out of tune with the lively and festive atmosphere inside the car.

"Ruirui, remember to throw the bouquet to me later." Wang Xuting took You Yingrui's arm, and the little sisters beside her laughed, "Xu Ting also hates getting married? I haven't even said anything yet. "

"Go," Wang Xuting caressed the bouquet You Yingrui was holding with her fingers, "Everything you say today should be full of the bride's joy."

You Yingrui's face is like peach blossoms, her cheeks are shy. For a woman, the happiest day is the day when she marries the man she loves.

"Xu Ting, don't worry, I will definitely throw it to you."

"Did you hear that?" Wang Xuting adjusted the veil for her.

"I heard it." The little sisters said with a smile, "None of us will rob you."

Fu Ran sat in the driver's seat and did not get off until the wedding car team arrived at the entrance of the venue amidst the sound of fireworks.

Someone went to open the car door, and Ming Chengyou, who got down first, walked to the other side and took You Yingrui's hand.

Fu Ran saw it clearly, and You Yingrui smiled, looking forward and happily nestling beside Ming Chengyou. A large number of people poured into the venue, and even the reporters who had been waiting inside all came out to witness this wonderful moment.

No one noticed the car parked in the distance, and no one cared whether Fu Ran would feel uncomfortable or unbearable. Today's day does not belong to her.

All that is left to her is the right to grieve alone.

The wedding scene was very lively, and the guests took their seats one after another. Fu Ran picked up the invitation card, turned around when he opened the car door, and held the B-ultrasound sheet in his hand.

She entered the venue smoothly, and her footsteps couldn't help but stop in front of their wedding photo.

Fu Ran stared fixedly at Ming Chengyou inside, without any shadow she was familiar with, she feebly raised her palm to caress his face, cold and without warmth.

Her frail body suddenly staggered, and Kuangzi grabbed her arm and walked to the side. He lowered his voice and shouted angrily, "Why did you come here?"

Fu Ran's gaze was still fixed on Ming Chengyou's wedding photo.

Kuangzi looked around anxiously, "I'm warning you, today is a good day for Third Young Master and Ying Rui, if you dare to act recklessly, don't blame me for being rude."

Fu Ran broke away from his hand, trying to hold back his smile, but found that she couldn't even use the strength to tear the arc. She simply said with a cold face, "When have you been polite to me again?"

"Don't mess around, the Fu family is also a respectable family in Ying'an City, don't make it difficult for both parties to step down in the end."

Fu Ran stood behind the huge wedding photo, just in time to avoid the eyes of the crowd in front of her.

Kuang Zi grabbed her arm again, "Let's go quickly, almost all the media in Ying'an City are here, and I've heard about you and San Shao, just like what you did to him two years ago, why don't you Are you entangled to death?"

"Don't provoke me with words, let alone threaten me," Fu Ran raised her arm, "If I really quarrel with you, I won't be able to step down. I have my own discretion."

Seeing that this was not an option, Kuang Zi simply let go of her hand.

Seeing that the wedding ceremony was halfway through, Kuang Zi turned around and went back to the venue to take a seat.

Fu Ran stood behind the wedding photo and looked out. Ming Chengyou had already walked to the high platform holding You Yingrui's hand.

Completely Western-style wedding, flowers and balls, bustling crowds, and the wedding scene is warm and romantic.

She saw You Yingrui's white and holy wedding dress was four or five meters long, covering the steps when going up, and her eyes and heart were filled with desolate whiteness, boundless.

The sound effect is excellent, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

Fu Ran seemed to be isolated in another world.

She saw Ming Chengyou standing in front of the ceremonial stage with his back to her, and he and You Yingrui standing side by side. This scene had appeared in Fu Ran's dreams no less than ten times.