Reborn in the arms of a wealthy rival [Transmigration Book]

The discussion on the field gradually died down, and the audience focused on the riders and horses on the field. Yi Chengyun first put on the earphones, raised the binoculars, and listened to the real-time explanation:

"...I believe that many people have such doubts. As the only Hua country player who entered the final, what can Wen Zheng bring to us?"

"He boldly chose an eight-year-old Friesian horse to participate. According to the winning records, this pony named Salvador only took three months from zero experience to being promoted to the four-star league."

In the center of the arena, Wen Zheng was wearing a pure black double-breasted tuxedo, a white satin shirt with a stand-up collar, white gloves, tight white breeches, bright black high leather riding boots, a pure black velvet bowler hat with a wide brim, and the national emblem shining on his chest Shiny, with a natural courage in every gesture.

Yi Chengyun's gaze was instantly fixed by the people on the field: "It's this surprise..."

The repertoire of the competition is a mix of original dance music and "awhole newworld". The purpose of the soundtrack is to show the strength of the horse. Dance music with strong rhythm can make the horse's steps look clearer and more dynamic.

"The opening is a beautiful long trot, the music fits well with the pace, and it is full of momentum." As Salvador steps lightly, the commentator is full of praise for Wen Zheng: "The Friesian horse is known as a natural dancer. I saw that the whole body of the horse is transparent and contracted, and its gait is elegant yet lively."

The fingertips of the surrounding audience unknowingly tapped to the beat of the music, and Yi Chengyun gripped the binoculars tightly. If Wen Zheng can maintain his state without making mistakes in the audience, he is expected to get a score of more than [-].

"This oblique step has an excellent sense of balance!" The commentator on the field couldn't help but praise: "It's a relaxed work and slow walk, and it can be seen that the horse and the rider enjoy the performance alike... Ah, what a pity,"

Hearing the exclamation blurted out from the earphones, Yi Chengyun remained calm and stared at the people on the field without changing his face.Wen Zheng made a small mistake when guiding the horse to do a fixed hindlimb gyration. The horse was too excited and missed half of the movement.

"Everyone makes mistakes in the game. Horses are not machines, and riders cannot control everything." The commentator calmly analyzed: "Even in the simplest two-star league, some minor accidents are inevitable, and the way of handling emergencies can reflect the rider's ability and ability. literacy."

Wen Zheng didn't see any fluctuations on the surface, and people who didn't know thought he was pretending nothing happened; but Yi Chengyun understood that he would silently look for opportunities to put the missed movements back into the route.

After Wen Zheng easily completed a running shoulder on the field, the audience burst into waves of cheers and applause, and even the commentary was refreshed: "Here we come, change legs in the difficult air, step by step. As long as If you pay attention carefully, you will find that during the conversion process, the rider provides assistance through the reins and establishes a good connection with the horse's hind legs, which can make the horse's steps full of power, and every leg lift has a sense of agility and jumping in the air."

The connection of each step of the horse is like flowing clouds and flowing water. Wen Zheng on the horseback always has a smile on his mouth, and the pair of comrades cooperate naturally and calmly.

When Wen Zheng stopped at the end point impartially and finished the salute, there was warm applause from the audience, and the commentator's admiration was beyond words: "Before the end, the rider added back the missing movements, which all depended on the training. The tacit understanding and mutual trust cultivated!"

Wen Zheng took off his top hat and waved his hands to express his gratitude to the audience. His eyes were shining brightly, and the hand that bent over the horse's neck couldn't help but tremble.

The past few minutes seemed to be in a dream, his chest heaved violently, and his vision became blurred for a moment; his nerves "popped" and relaxed after a high degree of tension, and he was almost unable to think. He tried his best to open his eyes, squeezed the rein, and thought To confirm something.

The sun was not too harsh, he raised his head, and saw the red flag in the auditorium at a glance. There were so many people, just because he felt the joy and honor.At this moment, there was a hot current, like a volcanic eruption, spreading from his heart to all his limbs; Wen Zheng had never tried it before, and felt the meaning of "living" so clearly for a moment like now.

Salvador was a little startled by the applause at first, but after receiving encouragement from his master, he seemed to realize something quickly, and drove Wen Zheng around the arena, like a kid showing off his treasures.

One man and one horse politely exited the arena amidst applause. When Wen Zheng got off his horse, there were already impatient reporters on both sides of the aisle asking for interviews. He held on to the reins and walked out of the arena with difficulty, answering questions.

"Salvado hadn't participated in too many big races before, and he came to me for only half a year, but you can see that he stood in the middle of the field with me. It's my luck." Wen Zheng patted the pony's neck with one hand, and tightened his top hat with the other, and he hadn't recovered from his nervousness: "Of course we both have some inexperience. I believe that after four years, we will Embark on the journey to compete in the Olympics again."

Hurriedly getting rid of the reporter, Wen Zheng returned to the stable, took off the saddle without saying a word, kissed the horse's forehead as if relieved, and whispered: "You are so good, thank you."

It is always the first time for a colt to participate in a major competition. During the competition, Salvador almost couldn't hold back, but the love horse showed his dependence and cooperation on him, so that they could finally complete the whole competition wholeheartedly.Wen Zheng is confident that when Salvador reaches his peak level, there will be more surprise performances.

"Are you whispering to Salvador?" A long-awaited voice sounded from behind, Wen Zheng frowned, turned around three steps and ran to Yi Chengyun in two steps, tiptoed and put the top hat in his hand on him On the head, he pretended to be angry and asked, "It took you so long to come here?"

Yi Chengyun raised his hand to caress his face: "My husband who is about to become an Olympic medalist, I have to be mentally prepared."

There are 12 finalists in total, Wen Zheng is No. [-], and behind him is a veteran defending the gold medal.It's hard to say that the ranking is too full, but judging from the total score, there is a chance to win a medal.

"That's it?" Wen Zheng put his arms around him, pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did you forget something important?"

"I'll think about it," Yi Chengyun deliberately showed a pensive expression, patted his dimples, lowered his head and bit his ear and said softly: "I like your surprise very much, I want to take you home now, and then... ..."

The last few words were only heard by each other, the hot breath brushed the tender flesh under the ear, Wen Zheng's hand on his collar tightened and loosened, his small earlobe burned like a red agate, and he said awkwardly: "Beside Someone else! I'm going to watch the rest of the game."

Taking off the top hat on his head, Yi Chengyun stretched out his hand to him: "When did you have this idea? You kept it from me the whole time?"

Wen Zheng took his arm and raised his eyebrows: "I won't tell you!"

Sitting down in the relationship seat with Yi Chengyun, he realized after hearing Zheng that this was the first time the two of them watched the scene together. In the past, he was always on the field, and he suddenly asked curiously: "When you watch my game, what do you think? what?"

"I didn't think about anything." Yi Chengyun turned his head to see him pouted, poked his cheek casually, and said with a smile, "Occasionally, I thought that you would stand on the Olympic podium one day. Before that, I have to add Work hard, or you won't be able to deal with the people who covet you."

Wen Zheng: ...How did you think of this?

The last contestant saluted and left. Wen Zheng grasped Yi Chengyun's hand instinctively, as if he was about to enter a new world, uneasy and looking forward...until the coach gently reminded him that he should make preparations.

"Go," Yi Chengyun put on the top hat for him, carefully straightened the broken hair on his forehead, and said hoarsely, "You have been waiting for a long time."

Hugging Yi Chengyun vigorously, Wen Zheng stood up, took a deep breath, and followed behind the coach, passing through the crowd who congratulated him, only the sound of heartbeat that was about to burst the eardrum remained in his ears.

When the national flag was raised to the highest point, Yi Chengyun turned his head to look at Wen Zheng on the podium. Their eyes met in the air, and they seemed to be able to see the spark in each other's eyes.Yi Chengyun hadn't finished speaking just now, he had seriously thought about it, and hoped that one day he would be able to personally present an award to Wen Zheng, and he believed that there would be such a day in the future.

The next day, as soon as Yi Chengyun returned to the company, he saw the newspaper that his assistant put on his desk. The front page was "The first athlete to raise the national flag in an equestrian event", with a picture of Wen Zheng leading Saval wearing a horse flower Many, holding a medal in hand, smiling brightly.He turned on the TV, and it happened to be the interview after yesterday's game. On the screen, Wen Zheng was holding a bouquet of flowers confidently: "Thank you to the sports association for giving me the opportunity, and I hope that in the next Olympics, I will stand on the podium with my equestrian team partners .”

A reporter asked: "I heard that you were injured during training and almost lost your sight. Can you share with us the mental journey at that time?"

"The moment I lost my eyesight, I was so shocked that I was at a loss, but I never thought that I would give up equestrianism because I could not see. I was worried that it would be too late to change to the Paralympics." Wen Zheng smiled: "I can survive, and finally The person who is grateful is my husband, he is the horse owner of Salvador, and he brought me such an excellent partner. No matter what happens, he is like my backing, and I can go forward bravely with him. This is the dress I wore when I held a wedding with Mr. Yi, and this medal is half of his. In addition, the last piece of free performance, the song "awhole newworld" is actually the feeling I want to express to him."

After flipping through the report, Yi Chengyun raised his head and looked at the screen. Wen Zheng was blinking playfully at the camera: "I didn't tell him earlier, but I just wanted to see his expression when he found out."

The reporter asked: "Then did he find out? What was his reaction at that time..."

Thinking of the "little secret" between the two after the match, Yi Chengyun inadvertently pressed a pen to his lips, his resolute brows and eyes softened; but the phone rang at an inappropriate time, and it was a report from the secretary: "Boss Yi, sorry to disturb you, Mr. Qin is here Wait on the phone, do you need to connect?"

Yi Chengyun suppressed his smile: "Yes, and please ask someone to archive the reports related to this Olympic equestrian."

After the competition, there were interviews and press conferences one after another. Yi Chengyun could only see Wen Zheng on the news. It was half a month after the competition ended when he was released by the General Administration of Sports.

After working so hard to get a few days off, Wen Zheng specifically told Yi Chengyun that he would arrive at night, and he quietly ran back to Yi's villa in the afternoon, intending to scare him when he came home.

Wen Zheng went straight to the bedroom after telling the workers of Yijia not to report the news. After Meimei took a shower, she couldn't help but hugged the quilt and rolled around, her nose was full of familiar smells, and she felt a sense of security in her heart: finally home.

"Where are you?" Wen Zheng was "ready" when he received a message from Yi Chengyun. He licked his lips and called back directly: "Still on the way, have you finished your work yet?"

"As soon as I got home, I changed my clothes and went to pick you up at the airport, and then we went..." Familiar footsteps sounded from outside the corridor, Yi Chengyun twisted open the door, and a faint voice came from inside the room: "Where are you going?"

The phone slipped from his hand and fell on the carpet with a muffled sound. Yi Chengyun stood at the door, usually calm and composed as if under a spell, his mind went blank.

The quilt was kicked aside, Wen Zheng laid his head on his side, smiling, lying in front of him, with his tie hanging loosely on his body, only the tie.

The door closed with a "bang", Wen Zheng hugged the person who rushed over, half-jokingly asked: "Were you a little hesitant just now?"

Taking off his coat in a hurry, Yi Chengyun opened the drawer with too much force, and most of the "candy" and "jelly" inside fell to the ground, causing Wen Zheng to tease him again.He tried his best to regulate his breathing, tore open a "jelly", and did not forget to explain in a hoarse voice: "I promised Grandpa and Uncle Qin that I will hold a banquet for you tonight to celebrate."

Unexpectedly, the smile on Wen Zheng's face froze, and before he could say "Then we'll come back...", Yi Chengyun couldn't help but tie his hands with a tie: "But let's celebrate in private first. , Don’t tell others, I believe the elders won’t mind.”

After eating and wiping the person to his heart's content, Yi Chengyun worked tirelessly to change Wen Zheng's clothes, carried him into the car, and stroked the lips of the person in his arms with his fingertips: "Don't do this, I like your surprise so much."

"Come on," as soon as Wen Zheng opened his mouth, he found that his voice was strange due to overuse of his throat. He leaned against Yi Chengyun's body and poked his fingers limply at the man's palm: "If I can't walk later, you Figure out how to explain it."

"Then I'll hug you. Let's go to Qin's house for dinner at noon tomorrow, and formally visit Mr. Qin. I've booked a flight for the afternoon." Yi Chengyun rubbed his fingertips into his black hair, and turned his eyes to the window, thoughtfully : "Speaking of which, we haven't spent our honeymoon yet."

"What do you mean?" Wen Zheng's mood was a bit complicated. Although he was looking forward to the honeymoon, four days is too short, isn't it?

As if guessing what he was thinking, Yi Chengyun rubbed his hair, half to appease and half to joke: "You guessed wrong, not this time."

The banquet was held at Yi's Yonghua Palace. Out of courtesy, Yi Chengyun invited everyone from the two families, including distant relatives, and arranged them in a luxurious restaurant in the hotel.

In addition, the entire top floor was set aside to receive only Grandpa Yi and Grandpa Qin, and an exclusive VIP passage was arranged. Yi Chengyun and Wen Zheng stood respectfully at the entrance of the elevator and waited for the two elders.

"Here we come." As soon as the door opened, he saw two people. Grandpa Qin held Wen Zheng's hand, looked left and right: "Are you tired during this time? See how thin you are."

"I was busy a while ago." After the meeting at the hotel, Wen Zheng chatted with Mr. Qin on the phone every few days, and now the grandparent and grandson are not so distinguished: "Tomorrow I can take a rest."

Grandpa Qin kept nodding: "that's good, that's good, come and have a look."

Both grandpas watched the video of the finals. Grandpa Yi recognized that Wen Zheng was wearing the hat he gave him at the time, allowing him to show off among his old friends, and he was full of praise for this grandson-in-law.In addition, he and Mr. Qin had known each other for a long time, so the meal was enjoyable, and they also made an appointment for more private contacts between the two in the future.

The next day, the two went to Qin's house to greet Grandpa Qin, and then went straight to the airport after lunch.

"By the way, you haven't told me where you're going this time!" Wen Zheng got on the plane and asked belatedly, "I didn't prepare anything!"

"I have prepared clothes over there, don't worry, it's your favorite place." The holiday is so short, Yi Chengyun didn't want to waste time on the road, so he glanced at his watch: "Take a break, we'll be there in three hours in the blink of an eye."

"In China?" Wen Zheng's mind popped up a few favorite places, he didn't intend to rest at all, he changed his normal routine, and kept pestering Yi Chengyun to talk.It turned out that he really didn't look forward to it in vain. The moment he got off the plane, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak:

The delicious scent of grass blows towards our faces, and the end of the grassland meets the horizon, outlining a clear blue arc; when the breeze blows, it is like a green ocean burning, a thousand miles away, beautiful to willful.

"Change clothes." Yi Chengyun stared straight at him, he didn't want to take a step at all, he shook his head helplessly, and reminded: "There is a certain distance to ride a horse, so you can't wear a suit."

"Understood." Nodding indiscriminately, Wen Zheng let him lead him away, still unable to move his eyes, and sighed: "The grassland is still beautiful here."

Quickly changed into casual clothes, the two rode on local horses, Wen Zheng was like a primary school student on summer vacation, hopping and riding in front, turning his head from time to time to wave to Yi Chengyun: "Come on!"

The wind blows past the ears, and it seems that even the air is brightly colored. Looking up, it is full of vigorous and brilliant green, and the mundane troubles are crushed in the sound of horseshoes.

"It's so fun," Wen Zheng said when they booked accommodation on the other side of the prairie when he got off his horse, "I think the horses here are very good. If they are well trained, they are no worse than foreign warm-blooded horses."

"That's it." Yi Chengyun got off the horse behind him, saw his hair was blown to a mess by the wind, couldn't help but grabbed a handful of it: "Are you hungry?"

It's okay not to mention it, but when Wen Zheng was mentioned, I felt my stomach growling, and I heard Yi Chengyun say, "They seem to be ready."

On the prairie in the evening, the clouds in the sky are half-dyed golden, and the refreshing evening wind blows away the tiredness of the journey, mixed with the tempting smell of wine and meat.

Roast whole lamb roasted until golden and buttery, tear off a large steaming piece by hand, the gravy is overflowing, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, paired with a glass of mellow and rich kumiss, the unique grassland flavor is endless aftertaste.

When they had eaten and drank enough and helped each other back to the yurt where they lived, Wen Zheng was already staggering when he walked, and when he opened the door, his feet went limp, and the two of them tripped heavily on the carpet.

"I'm so happy today." Simply spreading out his limbs to make himself lie down more comfortably, Wen Zheng looked up at the sky, and said with an intoxicated smile, "It's so beautiful."

Yi Chengyun ordered a starry sky yurt. After the curtain on the top was opened, above the transparent glass roof, the Milky Way poured down in the huge sky, and the stars were dotted with it. It was too beautiful to behold.

"Are you asleep?" Wen Zheng turned over, grabbed Yi Chengyun's hand with one hand, and rubbed against him, his cheeks flushed from alcohol: "Don't sleep, get up quickly."

"Wake up," Yi Chengyun didn't expect Wen Zheng to be so drunk after just a few glasses of wine, he managed to get up, and listened to him patiently: "I have something to tell you, you are not allowed to interrupt."

"Do you believe in past and present lives?" Wen Zheng fixedly looked at him, his black eyes against the bright starry sky were as mysterious as black diamonds: "In my last life..."

I forgot how long I hadn't opened that memory, Wen Zheng seemed to be telling a plain story, which had nothing to do with him; the hatred had dissipated long ago, like a dark cloud passing by during the day, blown to the other side of the horizon by the wind.

"Hold my hand." Yi Chengyun didn't believe in illusory things at first, but Wen Zheng's expression when he said all this made him notice something unusual: "Look, it's real right now."

"I said you don't talk." Sniffing, Wen Zheng shook his head. The strong wine in the grassland made his head dizzy, but he persistently raised his hand to cover Yi Chengyun's mouth: "I regret it. I used to be full of brains. Only hate, including marrying you, is also for revenge on the Wen family, I never thought about what I missed."

Of course I know.

Yi Chengyun remained silent, raised his hand and stroked Wen Zheng's red eye ends with his fingertips.The original intention of the two to get married may not be so good, but in Yi Chengyun's view, Wen Zheng will only be with him, and the future companionship is more important than the initial method.

"After being with you, I gradually realized that maybe the meaning of my re-doing is not only for revenge. I heard you say that you have waited for me for so many years, and I felt sad again. Swelling, speaking incoherently: "I won't make you wait any longer, get up."

Both hands grabbed Yi Chengyun's collar indiscriminately, Wen Zheng's whole weight was on him, two blushes appeared on his cheeks: "I want to start over with you," his forehead pressed against Yi Chengyun's, like A coquettish cat, half-closed its eyes, rubbed their noses together, and chanted like a poem: "Please pick me, your flowers - will bloom for you forever!"

For a long while, the room was so quiet that there was only the sound of the breathing of the two of them. Yi Chengyun's chest seemed to have been violently hit, and he couldn't move.His mind even stopped for a moment, and in the silence, he quietly looked at Wen Zheng from the corner of his eye, and couldn't laugh or cry: After throwing down a big killer, Wen Zheng fell asleep in his arms, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the lower eyelid, The man wrapped his arms around him, like a child holding a treasure and not letting go.

Yi Chengyun: "...Little idiot."

A few wisps of mischievous sunlight penetrated into the room from the edge of the curtains, the sky turned back to the clear lake blue of the day, and the warmth enveloped the entire grassland. Occasionally, a flock of sheep or horses ran past in the distance, full of vitality.

Pulling the quilt to cover his head, Wen Zheng was used to wanting to hug the people around him, but he was in vain.He suddenly opened his eyes wide, Yi Chengyun's body temperature remained on the quilt, but he was the only one left in the room.

"Are you awake?" Yi Chengyun carried breakfast into the room, Jian Wenzheng was sitting dazedly with his arms around a quilt, after the man raised his head to meet his gaze, his eyes seemed to wake up gradually, and he tentatively asked: "Is there anything?" No headache?"

Shaking his head, Wen Zheng opened the curtains casually, saw that the sun was shining outside, and smacked his tongue: "I've been sleeping for so long? It's almost noon?" Beside Yi Chengyun, he sniffed, and asked maliciously, "Mr. Yi, is this room service?"

"What would Mr. Wen want to eat?" Yi Chengyun followed his words, sat up straight, and said solemnly, "I'll serve you."

"I want Mr. Yi to feed me." Wen Zheng just said casually, unexpectedly Yi Chengyun really picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of hot haggis soup, and brought it to his mouth after it was warmed.The haggis is boiled soft and glutinous, and the soup is warm and delicious, warming the heart.Wen Zheng stared at his meticulous movements, but he couldn't tell that the usually vigorous CEO couldn't help holding his hand holding the spoon, and said capriciously, "I'll feed you too."

"There is a horse farm that I invested in nearby. Do you want to go and have a look after eating?" Wen Zheng took the bowl in Yi Chengyun's hand, watched him gobble it up hungry, and asked in a low voice: "Do you remember when you went to bed last night?" ?"

"I remember we ate a roasted whole lamb, drank with the herdsmen, and danced together until dark." Wen Zheng saw that he seemed hesitant to speak, and drank half a bowl of soup in one go, jokingly asked: "What's the matter? Shouldn't you What did you do to me secretly, huh?"

Yi Chengyun scratched his chin: "What do I want to do to you, and need to be sneaky?"

Wen Zheng had long wanted to go to the horse farm with him, because it was very different from their horse farm in the outskirts of the city. The grassland was vast, and the horses here grazed in groups, which greatly preserved the horse's fierceness.

The moment the herdsmen opened the fence, dozens of horses galloped freely, unrestrained, and the rhythm of the horseshoes was loud, spreading throughout the entire grassland, and drifting into the distance along the white clouds. Longing for freedom.

"Let's meet a new friend." Yi Chengyun took Wen Zheng's hand, and approached a circle of grass surrounded by a wooden fence. A pony ran over and pulled his clothes with its mouth, and he pampered him. Touching the horse's forehead: "His name is the third prince."

This is a little white horse that seems to be only four or five years old. After receiving Yi Chengyun's order not to bite, he curiously used his nose to sniff Zheng and stretched out to touch his hand; the horse's clear and bright eyes seemed to be condensed with water, It can see into the heart of a person, his hair is as white as snow, without a trace of stray hair, and it looks like a dazzling pearl under the sun.

Wen Zheng's eyes sparkled: "Can I try?"

Yi Chengyun asked someone to bring a saddle protector, and watched Wen Zheng who was circling around the horse. As a rider, he had met countless horses over the years, and Wen Zheng was always so interested in everything related to horses. Every now and then, there will be a frank friendliness and sincerity in his eyes.

The first time he saw the third prince, Wen Zheng recognized it as an Ujumqin white horse, a unique breed of horse bred in the grasslands of Northwest China, and the highest-ranking horse on the grasslands.

Perhaps it was the intuition that came from dealing with horses all the year round. Wen Zheng believed in this white horse and would not hurt himself; besides, Mongolian horses are very gentle and lively, especially this horse named Third Prince, who is completely elegant and noble.Wen Zheng was riding on his back, and he had a strong feeling that he was just a passenger. The third prince led him to run towards the grassland, shuttled among the undulating grass, and his heart was filled with peace and tenderness.

"I like him very much." Wen Zheng rode the third prince across half of the grassland, then slowly walked back to the horse farm, patted the horse's neck encouragingly: "I will come here more often in the future."

"Did you know? Legend has it that the Mongolian people use horses as engagement ceremonies, because horses are the most loyal and precious companions for them, and they represent the cherishment of lifelong companions." Yi Chengyun helped him off the horse, and casually asked: "What do you think about this?" Are you satisfied with the dowry?"

"Isn't it a bit late for you to ask for the betrothal gift after beheading first?" Without realizing what he meant, Wen Zheng grabbed his hand, jumped off the ground easily, and jumped into his arms: "I'm quite difficult to deal with." .”

"Okay then, let's go back." Yi Chengyun deliberately showed disappointment, intending to frighten him, and said in a low voice: "Go back and do something that will satisfy you until the last day of the holiday."

"On the last day?!" Wen Zheng tightened his back, took his arm, and said at a loss: "Wait, just because I say it's hard to deal with, doesn't mean I don't like the third prince."

Yi Chengyun turned his head, but still didn't make a clear statement, Wen Zheng was quick to think: "Let's pick some sheep first? We have to prepare some gifts to take back."

Yi Chengyun didn't expose him: "Okay."

It was said to be picking gifts, but in fact it was Wen Zheng who ate and played, dawdling around until dark, and Yi Chengyun had to carry him back.

"There seems to be a bonfire party over there." Back at the place where he lived, Yi Chengyun put down the big and small bags that Wen Zheng bought, pointed out the window, and tried his best to sound calm: "Want to see it?"

"Of course." After not playing enough during the day, Wen Zheng grabbed Yi Chengyun and ran to the place where the bonfire was raised in three steps at a time. He couldn't help wondering: "Why didn't anyone come over?"

Under the star-studded sky, the bonfire is crackling, dispelling the coolness in the evening wind, and adding a different style to the grassland night.

He didn't hear Yi Chengyun's voice for half a moment, Wen Zheng felt the man gently let go of his hand, and turned his head subconsciously. In an instant, his whole portrait was frozen, and his heartbeat was almost suffocating: Yi Chengyun knelt on one knee On the ground, holding an open exquisite box in his hand, a pair of rings lay quietly in the box, reflecting the heart-beating silver light under the starlight.

"Wen Zheng, since the day you came to my world, everything has become different." Yi Chengyun's voice sounded as if it had been frozen, as if he had prepared the words thousands of times, in Wen Zheng's eyes staring at him, Together with reason, everything flew out of my mind, leaving only three words: "I love you."

The sky full of stars was reflected in Yi Chengyun's black eyes, Wen Zheng saw himself shining brightly in his eyes, so beautiful and dreamlike, his heart suddenly burned like a bonfire.

"Me too." Rushing forward to hug him, Wen Zheng burst into tears, trembling lips pressed against Yi Chengyun's lips, and the breaths of each other seemed to melt together: "Yi Chengyun, are you willing to completely occupy me, in the future Does it only belong to me?"

"I am willing." Yi Chengyun held his face in his hands, and carefully kissed the corners of his lips, eyebrows, as if the only way to confirm that he was not dreaming was through Wen Zheng's temperature.

Yi Chengyun was even more handsome when he smiled, Wen Zheng kissed him back softly, and couldn't help but think that he should have such a smile in the future.

Amid unknown blessing songs from the surrounding herdsmen, Wen Zheng was hugged horizontally by Yi Chengyun, as if to answer his question, the man whispered next to his ear, making his face turn red suddenly: "Going to the bridal chamber .”

Huo Xiao was shut outside the door, they both fell on the soft pillows, Wen Zheng stretched out his hand to caress Yi Chengyun's face, trying to imprint that person's expression at the moment in his mind.

Behind Yi Chengyun is the flowing Milky Way, the innocent stars radiate carefree brilliance, but in Wen Zheng's eyes, only his lover is staring down at him, the eyes are deeper than the starry sky, so deep that they can hold the whole world.

"Allow me to be your summer,

When the summer days are gone!

Allow me to be your music,

When the nightingale and the oriole restrain their voices!

Allow me to bloom for you, I'll walk through the graveyard,

Spread my flowers everywhere!

Please pick me..."

In the summer night sky, the stars are shining, and the bright wool carpet is dyed with a layer of soft white light, which permeates the room with charming feelings.

Breathing calmly, Wen Zheng raised his head lazily, and said softly, "Husband."

Yi Chengyun: "Huh?"

Wen Zheng raised the corner of his mouth: "Husband."

Yi Chengyun turned sideways, still interlocking his fingers, with a faint smile on his face, quietly looking at the person next to his pillow.

Wen Zheng's face became hot again after being watched by him: "Honey, what are you thinking?"

Originally wanted to say, "I was thinking about why you read poetry when you were drunk", but Yi Chengyun changed his words and said, "I was wondering if we had another wedding, would you object?"

"Only the two of us don't object to what we say, so let's invite messy people." Thinking of greeting a bunch of people gives him a headache, Wen Zheng thinks that weddings are only for people who love each other, so he continues to pester him: "Husband,"

It seemed that his kitten was so excited that he didn't want to sleep, Yi Chengyun smiled dotingly, and kissed the corner of his eyes: "What are you thinking?"

Wen Zheng hooked him: "I was thinking we could do it again."

Above them, the blue sky is full of stars, and they will witness scenes of happiness on earth in the eternal universe.

The author has something to say: It's finally over, thank you everyone who saw this!Next, I will slowly drop a few episodes, and I hope to see you in the next one.

Receipt of the document "Disabled villains are so sweet to me [Transmigration Book]" (click into the column to see):

Cen Xing read a novel, in which the villain boss, like him, is a young and famous equestrian rider, but due to the tricks of the protagonist, he accidentally fell off the horse and disabled his legs.

I didn't want to wake up after he passionately insulted the plot, and found that he was transmigrated into the villain boss and the protagonist's stupid cannon fodder.

This cannon fodder has the same name and surname as him. He is the real young master of a wealthy family who was wrongly hugged. Unfortunately, he is a beautiful idiot with nothing but his face;

Cen Xing: black chicken mackerel.

Originally, he planned to take the best plan, but when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the stunning but cold and arrogant face of the villain boss, he couldn't help swallowing:

It's this guy!I want to tame him!

Lu Mingshen was disabled due to an accident, and his originally sinister personality became even more eccentric, but the eldest son who was said to be unable to be supported by the He family was never afraid of him, and repeatedly tested him on the edge of his bottom line.

Therefore, Lu Mingshen decided to find an opportunity to "educate" Cen Xing, so that he would know who is the master here.

Unexpectedly, Cen Xing not only showed no fear, but instead raised his eyebrows, boldly hooked his neck, and gently pressed a kiss on his lips.

Lu Mingshen's defense collapsed in an instant, and he asked hoarsely, "Aren't you afraid?"

Cen Xing raised his chin mischievously: "I have tamed countless horses, and now I want to try to tame you."

Lu Mingshen's eyes darkened: ...

In the middle of the night that night, Cen Xing cried and hung on his neck: "I, I thought I was a knight, how could it be the other way around..."

Lu Mingshen licked his lips eagerly: "It's too late."

At first everyone thought that Cen Xing wanted to marry Lu Mingshen because he coveted the Lu family's property and took advantage of Lu Mingshen's disability to take advantage of the opportunity.But only Lu Mingshen knew how Cen Xing gritted his teeth step by step to lift him out of the wheelchair, held his hand, and accompanied him through the cold nights of being tortured by illness one after another.

☆Vintage of prey, paranoia, true balsamic vinegar [attack] X beautiful, arrogant, tenacious and optimistic [receive]

Closing quote:

Summer for Thee, Grant I May Be

by Emily Dickinson

Summerforthee, grantImaybe

When summer days are flowing!

Thymusic still, when Whippoor will

And Oriole--done!

Fortheetobloom, I'll skip the tomb

Androw my blossoms over!

Praygatherme-Anemone-

Thyflower—forever more!

please allow me to be your summer

Allow me to be your summer,

When the summer days are gone!

Allow me to be your music,

When the nightingale and the oriole restrain their voices!

Allow me to bloom for you, I'll walk through the graveyard,

Spread my flowers everywhere!

Pluck me - anemones -

Your flower - will bloom for you forever!