The Professor's Mirror Dress Lover

During breakfast time, the blue glass ring on Lin Sanqian's ring finger attracted everyone's attention.

"Congratulations," my great-grandmother praised sincerely, "The ring is very suitable for Professor Lin."

"Thank you." Lin Sanqian's ears turned red, and he buried himself in his toast.

The ring on the ring finger glowed ambiguously with his movements, making it impossible to ignore its existence.

Gu Luo joked: "Since the proposals are successful, why don't you hold a wedding?"

"We plan to simply eat, drink and drink on the day of the winter solstice, and then go to the site of the fire ceremony, so we don't need the complicated procedures of priests and ceremonies."

Lin Sanqian and Lan glanced at each other. They had already discussed with each other. After all, Lan's identity could not be registered with a marriage license.

Gu Luo clicked his tongue: "The priest and the ceremony can be omitted, but the wedding dress can be ordered."

Blue eyes lit up: "I want it."

Lin Sanqian froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

"I know a designer. She has a lot of beautiful and unique wedding dresses, and she mainly focuses on blue styles. The studio is less than [-] kilometers away from here. Let's go and have a look later."

Gu Luo was extremely motivated, and after the meal, he personally drove them to the wedding dress design studio in a small town nearby.

She should have explained something in advance. The designer didn't show too much surprise or curiosity when he saw Lan who came to try on the wedding dress. He just enthusiastically recommended the wedding dress to Lan according to his preferences.

"You can try all these, after all, the upper body will know whether it is really suitable."

"Ok, thank you."

Lin Sanqian looked at the more than 20 wedding dresses that Xiang Lan had selected, silently counting the time in her heart.

It takes at least 10 minutes to try on a wedding dress, and it takes at least seven hours to try on all of them...

It should be dark by then.

Lin Sanqian himself didn't mind, it was a kind of enjoyment for him to see Lan wearing different wedding dresses, and he wouldn't mind watching Lan wearing different wedding dresses for the rest of his life.

But this probably delayed the time of Gu Luo and Jiang Congee.

Lan saw his worries, and blinked at him: "Professor Lin, would you like to try it for me?"

Lin Sanqian didn't react immediately: "Huh?"

Lan said naturally: "You and I will each try half to improve efficiency."

After finishing speaking, he smiled lowly, and added in a low voice next to Sanqian's ear, "The main reason is that I also want to see you wear it."

His voice was full of bewitching and coquettish, of course Lin Sanqian couldn't refuse.

And there was nothing wrong with the proposal, they were alone anyway.

"it is good."

Sanqian is happy to try on wedding dresses for her "bride".

This is Lin Sanqian's first attempt at women's clothing since she was 19 years old.

And it's a wedding dress.

The two entered the same fitting room with their wedding dresses in their arms.

Gu Luo was dumbfounded: "It's too foul, it would be too convenient to fall in love with myself."

After all, it is impossible for ordinary couples to try on a wedding dress for their lover.

Jiang Congee smiled: "It's hard to say, it might be less efficient for them to enter the same fitting room."

But Jiang Porridge guessed wrong, Lan didn't do any unnecessary actions in the fitting room except for kissing countless times for the excuse of putting on lipstick.

Put on each other's wedding dresses, and then come out of the fitting room together to see the effect.

The pair tried until 03:30 pm, when the sun had already dipped below the horizon.

In the end, Lan took a fancy to the wedding dress on Sanqian.

The lazy blue silk fabric is matched with a personalized tailoring design. It is not as complicated and gorgeous as ordinary wedding dresses, but it looks simple and uninhibited.

"Does it look good?"

Lan's eyes never left him: "It looks good."

Just as Lin Sanqian was about to turn around to look in the mirror, she suddenly remembered that her mirror image had disappeared.

His movements paused slightly.

Lan lightly kissed Sanqian who was wearing a wedding dress: "Don't worry, I'll show you what to wear at the wedding."

Lin Sanqian smiled: "I'm looking forward to it."

After confirming the wedding dress, Lin Sanqian went to the jewelry store to register and buy a pair of rings.

"Sir, I'm sorry, according to the fastest process, you will have to wait 15 working days to receive the ring." The staff told Lin Sanqian very sorry.

15 working days, that's definitely not in time for the wedding.

Lan's face changed slightly.

Lin Sanqian: "What's wrong?"

Lan: "Is it expensive?"

"It's quite expensive," Lin Sanqian said truthfully, "but I want to buy it for us."

Lan smiled: "Well, it doesn't matter if it's a little later."

He believed that it would not be too long before they could wear the pair of rings together.

……

Fast forward to August 12st.

The winter solstice dawned late, and when Lan woke up, it was still dark outside the window.

He got up and put the small box given by his great-grandmother into the pocket of his denim jacket, and stared blankly at the unknown horizon for a while.

Then continue to lie back on the bed, delicately and obsessively kissing Sanqian who is having a nightmare.

Sanqian's tightly knit brows relaxed, her eyelashes trembled like the wings of a butterfly stuck in a swamp, and finally opened her eyes.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

"Lan, just now I dreamed that you disappeared." Sanqian was not yet fully awake, and the confusion and sadness brought about by the dream remained in his eyes. "In the dream, I knew that I had forgotten something very important, but I couldn't remember what it was. ..."

Lan stroked Sanqian's soft short hair: "No, you will definitely think of me."

Lin Sanqian: "That's true."

"Sanqian, today is our wedding." Lan deliberately whispered into his ear.

Lin Sanqian's ears are very sensitive, and he always responds honestly under his bewitching.

The small earlobe was instantly red, and the hot skin was covered with fine fluff, like a ripe and attractive fruit.

"Well," the haze in Sanqian's eyes dissipated, he lightly touched the tear mole under Lan's left eye with his fingertips, "Lan, today you are my "bride". "

That was the unique trace he left on Lan.

Lan took Sanqian's hand and kissed the ring she put on herself.

"Then, please ask Professor Lin to put on a wedding dress for his bride."

The tiny blue flame was burning again in the twilight of morning light.

The soft fabric outlines the blue outline like flowing water, and the small black mole on the shoulder blade jumps in the blue flame.

The wedding dress that Lin Sanqian had tried on before was now worn on Lan.

Lin Sanqian put on blue lipstick on him, just like putting on himself in the mirror.

"Does it look good?"

Lan asked knowingly.

"nice."

Lin Sanqian answered honestly.

The two looked at each other and smiled, both of them knew how narcissistic the answer was.

Narcissism is the most correct decision in their lives.

Breakfast was ready in the manor, and my great-grandmother invited a designer to arrange flowers and cakes on the dining table.

"It's been a long time since I've had the chance to meet the newlyweds." The great-grandmother raised her wine glass, "Bless you all."

"Thank you."

At this time, the sky had completely brightened up, and it was rare for the wilderness to usher in a sunny day.

"Maybe there will be an aurora tonight." The great-grandmother looked out of the window thoughtfully, and then turned her eyes to Lan, "I wish you all the best."

Lan smiled: "I believe it will be an unforgettable night."

After breakfast, Lan put on a denim jacket over a satin wedding dress and drove to a tavern in a nearby town.

This time he and three thousand one car, Gu Luo himself drove another car carrying ginger porridge.

Residents of Sirico have a slow and comfortable pace of life and a long history of wine culture. The taverns here basically open after dawn.

When they arrived at the tavern, there were already many people who had come to drink and have a small gathering.

When Lan walked into the tavern, the eyes of the people in the store were instantly attracted.

Some people even whistled and booed after drinking: "It seems that another beautiful bride escaped from marriage and eloped with her lover."

"Another unlucky bridegroom on this beautiful morning."

Amid the booing, Lan Huan held Sanqian's hand like a peacock, making the booing even more enthusiastic.

Sanqian fixedly looked at the "bride" Mr. who escaped with him, and smiled himself.

Blue's beauty is indeed like a miracle.

Denim jacket and satin wedding dress, Adam's apple and lipstick, ambiguous mystery and sharp sexiness... All kinds of contradictions present a unique beauty in him.

Also, Lan's existence itself is a miracle to him.

Lan Chao Sanqian raised his wine glass: "I wish us a happy life after marriage."

Sanqian clinked glasses with him, and drank the big beer in one gulp.

"Happy wedding."

Gu Luo Jiang Porridge also had a few drinks with them, this time it was different from the first time they met in Dongdu, the four young people began to chat easily and enthusiastically.

The topics of conversation had nothing to do with sacrifices and curses, but ordinary love, studies, work and hobbies.

Jiang Porridge talked about the inspiration for his next book, Gu Luo planned to take Jiang Porridge to the south for the New Year's Eve, Lan thought about finding a way to make money to support the family after marriage, Lin Sanqian listened quietly, the corners of her lips raised unconsciously. rise.

He was a little dizzy because he was happy.

Listening to these trivial and ordinary conversations, he felt that he and Lan could spend countless days with each other.

Like all lovers, they will share each other's lives after the wedding and manage the future and life together.

just perfect.

Even the sunlight outside the window was the cleanest and warmest he had ever seen this winter.

Sunshine came in through the window, jumping on him and Lan.

Such a comfortable time always flies by quickly.

The four of them sat in the tavern until the afternoon and left before sunset.

When paying the bill, Lin Sanqian paid for all the guests in the tavern.

So the guests toasted to wish them a happy wedding.

Sanqian and Lan left with everyone's blessings.

"You guys take care of things and go back to the manor early, it's quite cold at night."

At this time, the wind has become stronger, Gu Luo instructed.

According to the plan, she and Jiang Porridge drove back to the manor first, while Sanqian and Lan went to the hot spring lake more than 100 kilometers away.

Hot Spring Lake is the old site where the Nanwu people burned themselves to sacrifice.

So this trip was called a special "honeymoon" by Lan.

The two cars parted ways at the intersection, and Lan carried [-] to the former sacrifice site in the south.

Soon, the daylight was completely swallowed by the horizon, and darkness descended on the wilderness.

The winter night is barren and long, only the whistling of the wind, and the silence swallows everything.

Lin Sanqian watched the last ray of light on the horizon disappear, and he was overwhelmed by a surge of drowsiness.

He heard Lan say beside him: "Sanqian, go to bed first, there is still a two-hour drive, I will call you when we arrive."

"Hmm..." After answering in a daze, Sanqian struggled again, "The road is so dark, will you be afraid?"

He knew Lan didn't like darkness.

Lan smiled: "I'm not afraid when you are by my side."

"Well, okay..." After finishing speaking, Sanqian fell asleep.

Lan looked at Sanqian's peaceful sleeping face, this time he drove very slowly.

It seems that they don't want to reach their destination so soon.

They were the only car on the wild road.

Lan has an illusion that the car does not stop all the way, he and Sanqian can reach the end of time.

The end of time may be eternity.

But he still has to stop after all, eternity is just a fantasy, and the destination is still waiting for them.

This time, Sanqian didn't have any more nightmares, he didn't dream of anything, there was only endless silence and darkness in the depths of his sleep.

So the moment he woke up, he was blinded by the strong green light.

He subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, and Lan's voice rang in his ears: "Sanqian, we're here, my great-grandmother is right, you can see the aurora tonight."

After he gradually got used to the light, through the window glass, he saw the aurora rising from the horizon, burning like a green flame in the night sky.

The wind has stopped, and the hot spring lakes that are not frozen all year round are vast and quiet, reflecting the green flames in the sky.

The abandoned church stands still under the green night sky, and the white walls are plated with a layer of flowing green.

The scenery in front of him is too vast and strange, not like the world.

"Let's get out of the car."

Lan parked the car on the edge of the road with a calm voice.

"it is good."

The temperature in the wilderness outside the car had dropped to minus twenty degrees at night, but at this moment he completely lost the nerve to perceive the cold and warm.

Lan took Sanqian's hand and walked towards the lake.

The two of them didn't speak during the journey.

Lin Sanqian thought that the ashes of countless tribesmen were probably mixed in every soil he stepped on.

On the night of the winter solstice hundreds of years ago, they chose to burn themselves and the curse flowing in their blood in this land with a fire sacrifice.

Sacrifice called Liberty.

But now this land is very calm, even the wind is still, only the aurora is flowing in the sky.

"Don't worry, let's watch the aurora for a while?"

Although Lan didn't tell him the specific content of the plan, Sanqian already had a premonition, and he suddenly asked in a low voice, "Lan, are you leaving?"

Lan paused, then put his finger to his lips: "Hush."

Lin Sanqian's shoulders trembled, and he nodded without continuing.

The two sat by the lake, watching the burning aurora.

"Three thousand, what I said in the tavern was serious." Lan said suddenly.

Lin Sanqian was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Did you say that after marriage you will earn money to subsidize your family?"

Lan's expression was very serious: "Yes, I'm thinking whether to be a street portrait artist, or to open a live broadcast room and be a beauty blogger."

Lin Sanqian: "It's fine to be a chef."

Lan: "No, I just want to cook for you."

After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "The street artist doesn't seem to be good either, and I don't want to paint for others."

"Then it seems that there is only one way for beauty bloggers."

The two sat by the lake and talked for a while, just like all newlyweds planning a bright future.

The wilderness is very quiet, only their low voices.

Time flies, and it will be twelve o'clock in 10 minutes.

The two fell silent in a tacit understanding.

"Three thousand, I have one thing to do next."

"Well, how do I cooperate?"

"I need to cover your eyes later," Lan Xiang untied the blue silk choker around his neck on the night of the summer solstice dance, and used it to cover Sanqian's eyes, "You are not allowed to peek."

"It will be over soon," Blue said.

"Well," Lin Sanqian kept his voice as calm as possible, "Is this the rule?"

Lan said, "No, it's just that I don't want you to see this scene."

"what should I do?"

"Remember me, wait for me, like you did before."

Lan's breath approached, and he gently kissed Sanqian's forehead.

Very short kiss.

The eyes are blindfolded, and the remaining senses are extraordinarily sharp.

Lin Sanqian heard the sound of a bullet being loaded.

Immediately afterwards, the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead.

It was where Lan kissed him just now.

The mother in the dream did the same to him.

Lin Sanqian's eyelashes trembled under the ribbon, and Lan touched his engagement ring with the other hand.

The gesture was very cherished, nostalgic and gentle, Lan said: "Don't be afraid, we are engaged."

Different from his actions, Lan's voice trembled a little.

To accomplish the cursed self-betrayal, the cursed instinct must be violated.

And the instinct of the mirror image is not to let the main body die.

The moment the mirror image attempted to kill the main body, the betrayal was complete.

The restraining ability of the curse also becomes invalid.

Lan squeezed the trigger with one hand, and took Sanqian's hand with the other.

Piously, kissed the back of his hand.

"I'm not afraid," Sanqian gently drew circles on Lan's palm, and in turn comforted him, "I'll wait for you."

The last half minute is left.

The sound of each other's heartbeats overlapped.

Lin Sanqian's eyelashes trembled again, and the wilderness was completely still.

Then came the sound of the trigger being pulled.

The moment the bullet was fired, Lan said, "Sanqian, I love you."

Gunshots resounded across the wilderness.

An impenetrable silence followed.

Lin Sanqian didn't feel the pain of being pierced through the head by a bullet.

In fact nothing seemed to happen.

He stood there intact.

The aurora disappeared, and the world fell into complete darkness.

Lin Sanqian stood still for a moment like a sculpture, until a majestic rain fell.

Raindrops dripped from his forehead and flowed down the corners of his eyes, wetting him.

The chokers that bound his eyes were gone.

Lin Sanqian opened his eyes and saw the blue rain falling from the sky.

The whole wasteland was shrouded in bright blue by the rain.

For a moment, he was stunned.

He didn't know why he was standing here, and he couldn't remember what happened.

The author has something to say: In the final chapter of the next chapter, Lan will come home, don't be afraid.

The final chapter will be updated on Tuesday night, and it is expected that I will write for a long time like today.

After the end, there will be a lot of daily drops of sweet couples, pure sweet ones, thank you for liking Sanqian and Lan.