Fengtian past events

The wedding venue was chosen at Xiaonan Catholic Church, and everything went well with the appointment.Since Vogt believed in Catholicism, he personally negotiated with the church about the singing and hymns, which played a role.I don't need to worry about these trivial matters, I am only responsible for sending out invitations from my side.

Liu Guoqing, Zou Shengzu, and Luo Qizhao, the three great Buddhas, cannot be ignored. The first two know how to keep their own place at the right time, but the last one is not sure. The matter of cutting sleeves can be enjoyed in private, but it seems too much to bring it to the public.

Speaking of this, I am also embarrassed. Liu, Zou, Luo, and me are really a gang of snakes and rats. It’s better to have a bad stomach about Pili Yangqiu, just like Zou Shengzu advised: "You are not a Catholic. Disciple." This made me feel better.

In addition to these three, Major Henggou, Deputy Chief Narita, and the Okayama family are also indispensable, plus other things that need to be decent, the total sum is not a small number.

Speaking of the Gangshan family, Yining is more familiar than I am. She is a little girl, so it is only natural for her to go to find playmates, but I have never met the male owner of this family. The man was somewhat uncomfortable facing the two female relatives.

It is worth mentioning that Xiaoping successfully entered Yining's school and was in the same class as Yining, which made the two little guys very happy.

And on the day when I handed over the invitation, I finally met the male owner of the Okayama family, Okayama Kentaro.

When he saw me, he was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes exuded fanaticism and admiration. The error in the movement of saluting can definitely be calculated by the slightest: "Hello, Director!"

I was also surprised: "You are Okayama Kentaro?"

"Report to the director! Yes! The name of this subordinate is Kentaro Okayama."

He was as enthusiastic as a dog that has only seen meat and bones. I am not very embarrassed. Speaking of it, we two met once again, that is, the night I was slapped by Henggou.

I really didn't expect that just being a police captain would be treated so favorably, but the moonlight in his eyes became brighter and brighter, as clear as a baby who didn't know much about the world.

I folded my sleeves and said with a smile: "Don't report to the director one by one. Relax after work. You see, I don't even wear a military uniform. Soldiers should relax appropriately to face more intense challenges." Addicted, he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and continued, "A soldier is a spring. The greater the pressure, the greater the strength. It's not a rope. It's stretched, snapped, and it will break."

He smirked twice, and just about to shout "Yes!", but swallowed it, and didn't know what to call me, an uninvited visitor, so he continued to smirk.

I said, "According to the Japanese custom, it's good to call me Yi-kun." Afraid that he would choke me again, I didn't give him a chance to address him, and then said, "I'm here today to send wedding invitations, I hope you will honor me and participate."

He took it with both hands, his palms trembling, and he said repeatedly as if he was flattered: "I'm sorry! The director is polite, and the subordinates will definitely go with their wives and children!" He saluted again.

I looked at Zhao Zhao, is he really Japanese?

Perhaps it is very irrational to arbitrarily judge an ethnic group. After all, people are different and unique.Okayama is a typical military fan. He obeys orders and respects his superiors. His fanaticism and admiration are not for me, but for my status, which is related to me, age, appearance, gender, ethnicity, etc. completely irrelevant.So would he be if it had been a dog.

But also because of this, he is purer than everyone, because he knows what he wants.just myself.

This is a thoroughness worthy of anyone's envy.

There's not much to write about on a wedding day -- at least in my opinion.Henggou didn't come, but followed the ceremony; Narita did come, but didn't talk much, greeted each other, got blessings, and stayed in the corner all the time.

A choir composed of four women and eight children stood in the left corner of the church, all white and holy like an angel in an oil painting.The guests were seated one after another, the pastor gave a message, and the choir chanted a chapter in the Bible—I don't know which chapter it is, and I'm not a believer.

The wedding officially took place at 11 am.Zou Shengzu and Liu Guoqing arrived early, but because I acted as the bride's father and wanted to stay with my little sister all the time, my wife came forward to receive them.

The little girl was a little nervous, but more excited.My heart was sour, and I felt over and over again that the female college was not allowed to stay. She was wearing a wedding dress and twittering in circles to let me see the effect. At this moment, I actually felt old.

The little girl saw what I was thinking, stopped, took my arm and dangled it twice, and I patted the back of my hand: "How old are you? I'm going to get married soon, and I'm acting like a child!"

She nestled her head on my shoulder and said, "When I grow up, I'm your sister too."

I turned my face to look at the child I raised and took care of myself. She is no longer a child. She is about to be a wife and will be a mother in the future. The once fair and tender face is now embellished with makeup.

Raising her arms to encircle her shoulder blades, the girl's graceful silhouette and fresh body fragrance really attracted men.

The atmosphere was a bit dignified, and the wedding should be jubilant, so she teased her: "The newlyweds cry all the time when they get married. You can't wait to enter the house as soon as possible."

Like a proud peacock, the younger sister let out a disdainful "hum" at this remark: "Old old fashioned. I'm just happy, why are you pretending to cry?"

I smiled, and when the flower baskets and bouquets were delivered, I saw that the time was almost up. I took my sister's hand and helped her arrange the veil and veil. I took a few steps back to see the effect, and sighed, "It's so beautiful."

My sister smiled sweetly, took my arm, and walked to the church door surrounded by bridesmaids and flower girls.

The groom was already in place. From a distance, he was not as sleek as before, and his grooming was not satisfactory. The nervousness and excitement made this young man more youthful and more pleasing to the eye.

The band played the wedding march, and the flower girl sprinkled petals all over the sky, which fell on the red carpet and the shoulders of the little girl.

It's not a long distance from the door to the front of the stage, but every step forward, it's like watching a movie watching the little girl's growth in front of her eyes.The road is short, but the memories are long, but during this short journey, the memories of the past 20 years have been exhausted.

The little girl was rarely shy. I looked at her jokingly. After standing still, I lifted the veil for her, revealing a delicate face like a cherry blossom. I kissed her lightly on the forehead, and then looked at Vogt. .

Vogt couldn't bear it long ago and came over, looking like he was going to be hungry in a second, I gave him a hard look, so he calmed down.

Someone laughed at the bottom, and Vogt was very embarrassed, and called out in substandard Chinese: "Brother."