first love

Not long after the party, Mother Xie ordered someone to rush to print the photos on the day of the graduation ceremony, and sent them to everyone.In the class, there were gradually news of who and who left, and they all said that they would get together again in the future, or promised to be the host to entertain the students who went there for fun.

Wen Lan was a little sad. After thinking about it, he wrote this paragraph into his own article and marked it as "End".A lot of comments popped up at the bottom, all of which were similar in content: "Big Daddy! Aren't you going to write about your life after graduation?" He hesitated for a while, then picked out a reply: "No, I just want to record my college career, and it's just right to end here .”

As for him and Xie Nanqun, as well as the subsequent trips abroad, weddings and more, they will all be real memories and there is no need to write them down.

Although I felt that this article ended abruptly, most of the readers were considerate and didn't get too entangled. Instead, they comforted him: "You have graduated...you are a real social person! Come on!" One belongs to another big, oh, the coffee shop proprietress's comment, with a completely different style of painting: "I guess you are going to get married! My sixth sense is super accurate!"

Wen Lan couldn't help laughing, and replied, "That's right."

Now the readers are even more excited, and there are constant discussions. From time to time, people who just read the update curiously ask what happened, and then others can't wait to popularize it.

After watching for a while, feeling dazzled, Wen Lan closed the computer and let out a long sigh of relief.

Xie Nanqun, who was pretending to be working but was actually chasing updates on his phone, straightened up, pushed away the documents in front of him, and leaned over to put his arms around his waist: "What happy things did you encounter?"

"correct."

Xie Nanqun chuckled: "Really, I also want to tell you a happy thing." He naturally hugged him into his arms, stared at the other's hand with a very gentle look, and kept rubbing his hand. The ring on the top, "Mom helped us contact a very good fashion designer, who will come over in a few days and make us a dress."

Wen Lan was taken aback: "A dress?"

"Well, taking wedding photos—it should be called dress photos, and there are also wedding dresses. Anyway, there are several sets of different styles of clothes. At that time, we will think about it slowly and make the most suitable one."

Even at the moment when he was proposed, he realized that the relationship between the two was about to go further, but Wen Lan was still uncontrollably nervous when he heard that he was going to have a custom-made dress.He is a person who is very good at fantasizing in his mind, with the characteristics of a writer, from the dress, he can imagine the two of them walking together by the peaceful Huada lake in the afternoon, the autumn sun is very faint, like someone whispering; and In the not-too-distant future, they will come to the Garden Church, where there will be hundreds of roses and vows to each other.

"Nervous?" Xie Nanqun whispered in his ear.

Wen Lan held the other's palm, which was very warm, and then clasped his fingers tightly.He said confidently: "After all, this is the first and last marriage." This made him both confident and timid.

Xie Nanqun was amused by his serious appearance. After being ridiculous, the joy gradually spread and rippling, making his heart soft.He tilted his head slightly, and put his lips on Wen Lan's ear, almost—he kissed it, and mumbled a sentence from the tip of his tongue: "I'm nervous too."

The way for the two of them to find relaxation is to go to the billiards room to make gestures. Recently, Wen Lan is also learning, and he looks good, but the cue in his hand doesn't follow the instructions very much.Xie Nanqun looked at his more beautiful body line after leaning over, smiled, stepped forward and hugged him familiarly with one hand, and acted mischievously with the other: "Look at the red ball on the left..."

Every word was accompanied by warm breath, and penetrated into Wen Lan's ears, which made him feel a little numb and crawl slowly, and his hand softened a little in an instant: "Don't touch it randomly."

"Shh, red ball." Xie Nanqun looked indifferent, but his words were full of meaning.

Wen Lan stared straight ahead in embarrassment and held the cue tightly, but this time it didn't work. The red ball spun around and stopped powerlessly by the edge of the table, just a little bit.He originally wanted to ask Xie Nanqun for advice, but he didn't expect that the other party's ulterior motives were not about drinking.

"Let me relax?" he asked.

Xie Nanqun was not guilty, and said with a smile: "If you are tired, you won't be nervous." He twisted the "red ball" a little hard, then held Wen Lan's hand holding the pole, and leaned forward: " This is how hard it is." As soon as the words fell, the real red ball rolled into the bag, very simply.

Wen Lan glanced at him, relaxed his body, and let the other party hug him: "Take it easy."

Of course Xie Nanqun would not act lightly, but his mouth was still obedient: "Yes."

Seeing that his words were insincere, Wen Lan glared again, and finally tightened his hands on his shoulders.

……

The designer that Mama Xie hired was one of her good friends, a Chinese woman wearing a black dress and a sombrero. It is said that she has lived in France for many years.The other party also brought a group of assistants and many patterns of dresses. When he saw the two of them, he said happily: "Oh, they really are two handsome boys!"

Xie Nanqun had met her several times, at the birthday party of Xie's mother, so he was very comfortable to ask: "So you have more design inspiration?"

The other party smiled and said: "You are just like your sister, you have a sharp mouth." He unfolded the album again, "Come on, hurry up, these two or three months are too short." The dress will also take about a month.But this time, for the sake of her old friend, she deliberately turned down other jobs and used all the helpers she could to make the most suitable clothes for the couple to take photos of.

"I will trouble you in the future." Xie Nanqun raised his voice slightly, "My sister also has a problem."

The other party immediately agreed: "Haha, now everyone in your family will wear the dresses I designed."

Wen Lan, who was on the side, looked through the album, marveled in his heart, and realized again that his boyfriend was indeed a child of a rich family.

And when the body was being fitted later, Xie Nanqun wanted to squeeze into a room and take the opportunity to touch and kiss him, completely ignoring that there were a bunch of people outside waiting for the two of them to come out—Wen Lan sighed, straightened his neckline, hoping Covering those few conspicuous traces, but it doesn't seem to have much effect: "Rogue."