[Tutorial] When the strategy is in progress

There are no clouds in the vast blue dome, the sky after the rain is blue and deep, the early sun is slanting behind the old bell of the ancient city, the dull and solemn bells ring all over the old city, and the simple and simple connotation is contained in it.

Roses cling to the columns of the church and exude a fragrance. The stone path is full of fragrance of flowers. The stone-gray Gothic church stands on the top of the cross of faith. In this small but exquisite holy church, a romantic wedding is being held .

Warm sunlight shines through the European-style glass windows painted with the Virgin and Child on the rose-red carpet, and the neatly arranged guest seats are empty.

The heavy door was slowly pushed open, and the handsome groom in a suit and the bride in a white wedding dress slowly stepped onto the red carpet, arriving at the place where the contract for a lifetime was about to be concluded. There was no wedding march, and no guest priest, even Without these complicated rituals, the merciful God will also give happiness.

White doves hovered above the sacred church, as if giving the couple the most sincere and pure blessings, so while the bells of the old city were still lingering in their ears, the groom walked in with his beautiful bride in his arms. A solemn place to promise a lifetime.

There was an uncontrollable smile on the groom's mouth, his short red hair was dancing with tiny light in the sun, his red eyes seemed to contain the boundless sky, full of overwhelming tenderness, his gaze stayed on the bride's face. With the eyelashes of the butterfly wings, the breathtakingly beautiful bride is sleeping peacefully in his arms, as if she is dreaming a beautiful dream that makes her linger.

The layers of skirts are dragged on the carpet, and the white gauze skirt matches the red carpet, which is a combination of charm and holy contradiction, which is an indescribable beauty.

Walking up the stairs step by step, standing still in front of the altar where nothing was placed, the groom knelt down on one knee, carefully placed the sleeping bride on the ground, hugged the bride's upper body and placed her on his chest, The smile on the corner of the mouth is full of anticipation and happiness.

The white skirt is spread on the ground, and the dots of broken beads are shining against the light with moving colors, the radiance is so beautiful.

"Mi" has a deep voice with endless piety, looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the bride in his arms, the red-haired groom curled up his mouth and smiled very contentedly, "I would like to marry you sincerely and live a pious life for the rest of my life; Whether you are happy or poor, rich or poor, good or bad, healthy or sick, they all respect, help, care for you, and love you wholeheartedly, and will never detract from your love in the slightest, and will be loyal to you all your life.”

He lowered his head, and imprinted a kiss on the bride's fair face with indulged eyes, "Would you like it?"

Silence, silence, even the air is precipitated.

The red-haired groom showed a happy smile as if he had received the best answer, sniffing the calm but honey-like breath on the bride, but his eyes were slightly disappointed.

The bride quietly leaned on the groom's chest, sleeping peacefully, Yan Zhen embraced her with one hand and took out the small gift box in the pocket of the suit, and supported the other's left hand with the other.

The slender fingers were wrapped in white silk elbow gloves, and they bent slightly obediently. Yanzhen put the silver ring engraved with complicated patterns on the ring finger of his left hand. This was a very sacred and precious moment, but unfortunately he was the only one to witness it. .

The sudden arrival of "Yanzhen" interrupted this moment worth remembering forever. The door of the church was opened again, but it was not a blessing.

Yan Zhen hugged the person in his arms tightly without any trace, watched his friend walk in, felt the warmth in his arms that he couldn't let go even if it was cold, the loss that he could never bear.

"I came alone." The smile on the lips of the brown-haired young man was still gentle and comforting, his eyes flashed to see the calm side face of the woman in Yan Zhen's arms, and a wry smile flashed across "Yan Zhen, can you give me back my sister? "

"She is my wife," the red-haired man said, still looking calm and calm, and he couldn't see at all how shy and refusing he was when he was a child. Time let them fade away their childhood immaturity. They stumbled through the new test, and finally learned to be calm after suffering too many bloody injuries. They never saw the young man who talked and laughed wantonly, and even... took that person away.

"I didn't expect you to come to Italy." Tsuna didn't want to get too entangled in that issue, let alone destroy their long-standing friendship.

"I'll fulfill the promise." Yan Zhen said calmly, remembering that joke-like words back then, he thought it was a joke at first, but then suddenly remembered that the girl with black hair was the one who made such a joke casually, the other party promised It's not that he doesn't know the nature of what he must do, so he suppressed his unbelievable ecstasy and repeated insinuations. Now, it's finally time for him to fulfill his promise "I will marry her"

For a while, even the wind quieted down, and the solemn and simple bells were no longer heard in my ears.

Gangji didn't speak, all the prepared speeches were swallowed by seeing the other party's eyes that seemed to know everything. How could he not understand Yanzhen's persistence and determination, because he also had the same mood, but it was foiled by their respective relationships. Under the circumstances, the other party's feelings are sincere and deep, but as a younger brother, his feelings are so unbearable and dirty.

He doesn't think he can convince Yanzhen, nor can he really let the other party take Mi away, let alone cut off the relationship with his friends who have been with him for many years.

And the other party, I'm afraid they also have the same thoughts.

"Adele and the others are all around." Yan Zhen didn't look at Gang Ji again, lowered his head to re-put the ring on Mi, watched the ring representing the oath slowly slide across the fingers wearing silk gloves, and finally stopped inside, happily With a smile, "If there is only one Gang-jun, you can't stop me"

Yan really wanted the other party to retreat in spite of the difficulties, and didn't care that the other party wanted him to feel at ease and not bring a single soldier to come, but how despicable it was for him to resort to such back tricks, all means to achieve his goal were necessary , They have long been not children who yell about fairness.

Yan Zhen was still holding Mi's slender and small wrist, through the thin silk gloves, he could clearly feel the protruding bones and uneven wounds, the covered hideous wound was the evidence of Mi's crime.

But at this moment, a mutant appeared.

'Boom' pink smoke rises, covering the dead bride.

Yan Zhen only felt a light touch in his hands, something panicked and grabbed his coat, and when the smoke cleared, he met a pair of black eyes.

Mi, who had just taken a shower, only had a bath towel around her body, and her body was still covered with water vapor. Her face was unnaturally red, and her eyes were not as clear as she remembered. Look at each other.

"Sister" Compared to Ya, who had a fever and took a hot bath and was completely brainless, and Yanzhen, who was in shock, Tsunayoshi, who was familiar with everything, was undoubtedly the one who reacted the fastest. She stretched out her hand and pulled off the black cloak on her body. Mi wrapped up.

My head was a little stuck because of a fever, and that’s why I forgot to take out my contact lenses when I was taking a shower. It looked like who it was, and said happily in a hoarse and nasal voice, "Yanzhen!"

After speaking, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, with a look of asking for praise.Then he was pressed into his arms by the other party.

Such a familiar face.

Such a familiar voice.

Such a familiar smile.

Mi who has life, is still alive.

Scenes suddenly flashed before Yan Zhen's eyes, the first meeting, throbbing, acquaintance, acquaintance, agreement... Every movement, every expression, every word of the other party is deeply engraved in his heart. The first love that suddenly became unreachable, it was an obsession entangled in flesh and blood, it was his...

Thinking like crazy.

"My sister doesn't seem to be doing well." There are already mixed feelings in my heart. The swelling joy and the sourness that almost fills his whole body are unbearable. End this dazzling scene.

As expected, Yan Zhen let go of the flushed Mi, and carefully checked the opponent's state, no matter how hysterical the possessive desire in his heart was, he was forcibly suppressed.

"Having a fever" Yanzhen pressed Mi's forehead with his hand, the scalding temperature made him frown all of a sudden, this person can always easily affect his deeply hidden emotions.

"Did my sister hit the 14-year-old bazooka? But she doesn't look like a 5-year-old sister." Even if the other party is sick, there is nothing to do, she is only here for [-] minutes, and they can't do anything.

"Gang?" Mi called the other party weakly, "There is a pink ball in the bathtub, it fell to the ground, and it became like this."

She reached out and rubbed her temples through the black cloak, but she couldn't dispel the sense of stagnation in her head. She casually looked at the surrounding environment, and thought about Yanzhen's excited look when she saw her just now, and she vaguely had an answer In my mind, Ya, who didn't hide the slightest bit of illness, said directly, "I'm still dead, right?"

No one answered her, and the two men fell silent. Mi couldn't analyze the information in their eyes with his dull head, but he could still see the obvious sadness. To be honest, he knew that he still couldn't escape the future of death. Sad, but not very concerned, it wasn't her who died now, and she never had a sense of substitution.

Her feet were numb from squatting on the ground, and Mi staggered to stand up. The black cloak wrapped around her body revealed a pair of bare feet with her movements, which made her look even more exquisite and beautiful when she stepped on the red carpet. Switching from night to day, Mi looked at the sunlight outside the window with some puzzlement, and then asked as if remembering something, "Am I still committing suicide this time?"

Mi didn't have extra energy to think, so she didn't know how cruel her two questions were. She peeled off the unhealed scar and let the wound drip with blood again.

"Sister, I won't be here for long." The waist was suddenly embraced, and the voice whispered in the ears was low and soft, as if seductive and seductive.

"Huh?" Although his head was very dizzy, and he was not unconscious like drunk, Mi turned his head slowly and wanted to break free, but his jaw was clamped by the person standing in front of him, and he could only passively look at the other person's eyes. Calm, but turbulent inside, red eyes that are even darker in color.

The young man smiled gently at her, but it was no longer as cute as he remembered, with some unspeakable taste, he lowered his head and touched her lips.

Mi couldn't help staring at the other party with wide eyes, but the other party didn't close his eyes, and stared straight at her, rubbing and licking, Mi couldn't even care about the hand of the person behind him slipping into the cloak, and hurriedly turned his head away, a little messy. gasp "don't"

Mi frowned and rejected the other party, "I...I have a cold, it will be contagious!"

"It's okay." Even though he knew that the other party just made up a random reason, he was also happy because the other party didn't directly say that he hated it, and even his voice had a little smile, "Please infect me."

"Yeah..." the soft flesh around her waist was pinched fiercely, Mi let out a muffled snort unconsciously, and even her voice sounded like she was crying because of the treatment, "Gang, it hurts so much"

The voice was blocked back into the mouth again, the warm touch, the fusion of lips and tongue felt like an electric shock, and there was a fine kiss down the back of the neck, even the spine trembled and numb, conveying a faint but not negligible feeling feel.

Her head seemed to be in a ball, the stuffiness and irritability were unbearable, Mi pushed her hands unconsciously, but she couldn't push it away. On the contrary, the cloak that wrapped her was a little loose because of her movements, revealing her round and fair skin. shoulders, half-slung over the body.

The author has something to say: -- it's only 5 minutes, everyone can make up their own minds, Xiaoyi has already worked hard.

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