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◎Happy wedding, my dear bride. ◎

Echizen Ryuya thought at first that he was not in a hurry.

Although Truth-chan is very cute and I like her so much, if Truth-chan wants it, he can prepare a ring right away-but it's too early to get married, right?

With this in mind, Echizen Ryuga never proposed to Mari Nishijima.

Until Echizen Ryoma sent Echizen Minamijiro a message to urge marriage——During his lifetime, Echizen Ryuya never thought that he could still be associated with the word "marriage reminder".

In short, after this incident, Echizen Ryuya deeply realized another fact: Nishijima truth is not in a hurry.

Even less anxious than he is.

Echizen Ryuya is not the only one who is free.Mari Nishijima looks like an otaku, but in fact she is loose.

In essence, like Ryuya Echizen, she is a 'feeling supremacist'.Because I like it so much, I agreed to date, and because I am cute, I want to be together forever.

She probably hasn't thought about getting married at all-wait a minute, does Truth sauce really want to marry me?

Echizen Ryuya didn't sleep well all night, and the next day he caught up on his teammate's game. That night, he went to find other players to finish the next day's game ahead of schedule.

He didn't care about the announced result of the official match, Echizen Ryuya had Echizen Ryuya's thoughts, and he didn't care about the so-called official tennis decision on winning or losing.

After the game, Echizen Ryuya didn't sleep either. After blackmailing the coach's contact information, he ran happily to pick out rings and book air tickets.

Echizen Ryuya decides to propose.

Time goes back to the present.

Echizen Ryuya originally reserved a restaurant that fit the atmosphere of the proposal, but as soon as they met, Mari Nishijima pulled her to eat monjayaki at this unassuming small restaurant.

He swears that he has no problem with this kind of remote shop.If it wasn't because of her proposal of marriage, Echizen Ryuya would usually like to take Nishijima Mari to such little-known shops in the streets and alleys.

The premise is.

If he is not going to propose today.

Mari Nishijima, who was sitting opposite him, filled the glass with Coke, clinked glasses with him happily, raised his head and drank a big gulp of the carbonated drink, his eyes narrowed happily.

Satisfied, she chewed on the text and said, "Carbs, happy."

What can Echizen Ryuya do?

Echizen Ryuya sighed, and obediently accompanied his girlfriend to eat monjayaki.

This is dinner.

By the time they finished eating, the sky outside had turned into a dark color between twilight blue and rose.

The street lamps on the side of the street were turned on early, dyeing the street in a warm dim yellow.

Mari Nishijima dragged him along the side of the street, digesting food while taking a walk. The hot wind blew over, and her loose printed short-sleeves and wide-leg pants were also blown up.

The rare good weather in April, there is also a fragrance of flowers in the wind tonight.

Mari Nishijima walked for a while, turned his head and asked, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

Echizen Ryuya: "In a short time, I won't leave."

Nishijima Mari immediately became happy: "Then we can go to Kiyomizu Temple to see the cherry blossoms tomorrow - it's just the flower season, the whole Kiyomizu Temple is submerged in the cherry blossoms, the photos are super beautiful!"

She yearns for that kind of scenery, especially with Echizen Ryuya.

When it came to taking pictures, she showed such expectant, sparkling eyes again.

While talking to Echizen Ryuya, she backed away without noticing the back, and bumped into a street tree; the thick pink flower clouds on the tree fell down one after another in an instant.

The two were clearly standing so close, but they were so dazzled by the thick falling flowers that they couldn't even see each other's expressions clearly through the gaps between the petals——

The lights are dim, the fragrance of flowers is floating, and the night wind passes through the gap with the occasional sound of car horns.

When the petal rain stopped, Nishijima Mari reached out and shook her blouse, shaking off the cherry blossom petals all over the floor.She looked at Echizen Longya again, smiled, and pointed to her hair: "Your place is full of petals, let's pat it."

Echizen Ryuya reached out and rubbed his hair casually.

Nishijima Mari: "No, no, here, there is still in the hair!"

Echizen Ryuya straightened his hair indiscriminately, and the few petals were completely entangled in his hair.

Nishijima had no choice but to step forward: "Bow your head."

Echizen Ryuya bowed his head obediently—Nishijima Mari was used to his expression of "I'm very dragged" and "I have the ability to gang up on me" in the live broadcast of the sports channel. Every time I saw him in front of me, he would be so obedient, They all feel novelty.

No matter how many times, I feel very novel and cute.

She stood on tiptoe to help Echizen Ryuya tidy his hair, and plucked the petals from his hair.

Echizen Ryuya suddenly grabbed her wrist.Xi Dao didn't know the truth, so he looked at him suspiciously - he raised his head, and there was a nervous look on his face.

Echizen Ryuya licked his lips, took a deep breath, and asked softly, "Truth, do you want to get married?"

Mari Nishijima: "...Oh?!"

The tall young man bent over, like a big cat trying to act coquettishly, and buried himself in Nishijima Mari's arms.

This posture made Nishijima Mari unable to see his face clearly, only his muffled voice could be heard: "If Zhen-chan wants to get married, I will propose right away."

There was no response for a long while.

Echizen Ryuya buried his face in his lover's warm neck and closed his eyes tightly.

"When proposing, at least look at me."

Mari Nishijima grunted slightly complaining, and Echizen Ryuya immediately opened his eyes.

He took two steps back and looked at Mari Nishijima - Mari Nishijima's face also turned red.The moment Echizen Ryuya looked over, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and avoided Echizen Ryuya's sight with a dry cough: "Please hurry up! Why are you staring at me all of a sudden? You seem like I said it." That sentence is not very clever..."

Echizen Ryuya knelt down on one knee in front of her.

He is obviously the most absurd man, but at this moment he is extremely demanding of ritual, as if he wants to convey his love to the other party by this way of going against his character.

He took Nishijima Mari's hand, and with the other hand, he took out a carefully selected ring box from his hoodie pocket and opened it: "I want to marry you, can you marry me?"

After a pause, Echizen Ryuya added nervously: "I customized the ring according to my own ideas. If you don't like it, you don't have to wear it. We'll go buy a new one tomorrow!"

It was a sterling silver female ring with the Roman accent of Mari Nishijima's name engraved on the inside.

Mari Nishijima is a bit shy, but mostly happy.She blinked, and spread all five fingers of her right hand like a child: "Try it on for me?"

Echizen Ryuya carefully put the ring on her middle finger.

The size of the ring is what he recalled on the spot, so it is not very sure.

But when he actually put the ring on Nishijima Mari's finger, he found that the size couldn't be more suitable—as if it was destined.

Mari Nishijima raised his right hand and shook it at the streetlight.

Street lights shone on the silver pair of rings, and the edges reflected a beautiful arc.

Although the marriage proposal was successful, the formal marriage, under the insistence of Mr. Nishijima, still waited until the graduation of Nishijima Mari University.

The parents of both parties had a week-long discussion on the matter of Japanese wedding or Western wedding.In the end, Nishijima Mari and Echizen Ryuya agreed that the Japanese wedding was too troublesome, so they chose a relatively brisk Western-style wedding.

Of course, even a Western-style wedding - it's only relatively 'light'.

The selection of the wedding dress will start a month in advance, and this is when Mari Nishijima is only responsible for trying on the wedding dress and does not need to worry about other things.

The guests to be invited are drawn up by Mrs. Nishijima and Mrs. Echizen. Mari Nishijima and Ryuya Echizen are only responsible for providing the names of the people they want to invite.

On the eve of the wedding, Mari Nishijima's preparation room was full of girls—Sakura Chiyo, who had been friends with her since high school, and others naturally came.

Mari Nishijima was sitting on a chair, facing a large cosmetic mirror, and the borders on all sides of the mirror were decorated with complicated gauze flowers.She closed her eyes and let the makeup artist touch her face while sipping the milk tea straw.

Sakura Chiyo: "Is it okay to drink milk tea now?"

The makeup artist explained with a smile: "Because I haven't put on lipstick yet, so it's okay to drink a little. But don't drink too much, Miss Xidao, it will affect the beauty of the wedding dress."

Mari Nishijima was perfunctory: "Mmmmmm yes yes--"

Sakura Chiyo looked at her friend wearing a white one-shoulder wedding dress in the mirror, and couldn't help feeling: "I didn't expect that I could come to the truth's wedding now..."

Mari Nishijima took advantage of the make-up artist drawing the eyeliner on the left eye, and quietly opened her right eye: "Chiyo, are you and Nozaki not engaged yet?"

Sakura Chiyo's cheeks were slightly red, and she was a little shy: "Actually, I want to propose to him first! But that guy's brain seems to be full of wood, no matter how I hint, he still can't get it."

Mari Nishijima clenched his fists to cheer her on: "It's all about relationships, don't hit a change ball, play a straight ball, Chiyo! You taught me this sentence!"

The makeup artist gave a dry cough and reminded Xi Dao: "Miss Xi Dao, you haven't finished your makeup yet, don't move around!"

Mari Nishijima obediently did not move.

Finally, when the makeup was finished, the makeup artist helped Mari Nishijima put all her hair up, exposing her slender and fair neck.

Mari Nishijima closed her eyes, not knowing what kind of changes had taken place in herself.It wasn't until the makeup artist said "open your eyes" that Mari Nishijima opened her eyes and looked at the makeup mirror opposite her.

She blinked.

The beautiful woman in the mirror also blinked.

Mari Nishijima turned her head - the woman in the mirror also turned her head, the crown inlaid with diamonds on her hair and the hanging veil shaking slightly.

The one-shoulder white wedding dress with a large skirt is like a huge cloud piled on the chair, only the part of the waist that is tucked in looks extraordinarily slender.Between her exposed neck and collarbone, a chain of garnet-colored gemstones hung down, simple and beautiful.

Mari Nishijima is used to her face as a good student. Even when she was about to graduate from university, she was often mistaken for a high school student.It was the first time for her to see this kind of mature and intellectual beauty in herself, and it felt very novel.

But as soon as her eyes moved, the mature and intellectual beauty in the mirror suddenly disappeared—the childish joy and slightly probing eyes clearly belonged to a young girl who hadn't experienced much in the world.

Mari Nishijima stood up and tried to walk. The wide hem of the skirt could almost completely cover her shoes, and the back hem dragged directly to the floor and grew a lot.

Mrs. Nishijima came in at this time.

She looked at her daughter in a white wedding dress standing in front of the mirror, and couldn't help but smile.But when she laughed, her eyes turned red uncontrollably.

Seeing her, Makoto Nishijima walked up to Mrs. Nishijima with her skirt up in both hands - wearing a wedding dress, she still acted like a child habitually, hugging her mother's shoulder and asked with a smile, "Do I look good?"

Mrs. Xi Dao helped her tidy up the drooping veil: "It's pretty, today our truth is the most beautiful girl."

Mari Nishijima is happy: "Hey~"

She looked around, but she didn't see Mr. Xidao, so she couldn't help asking, "Where's Dad?"

Mrs. Xidao smiled: "It's outside, and they said that they will come in after you get dressed."

Mari Nishijima lifted her skirt and ran to the door, opened the door and stuck her head out, her eyes met Mr. Nishijima standing at the door.

Today, Mr. Nishijima wore a dark suit, his hair was waxed and combed neatly to the back of his head, and he looked extraordinarily energetic.

Mari Nishijima grabbed the door frame and gave his father a thumbs up: "Dad, you are so handsome today!"

Mr. Nishijima wanted to put on a straight face at first, but because of a compliment from his daughter, he failed.There was a smile on his face, but when he saw the white wedding dress on his daughter, his eyes were slightly red.

In the end, he just stood up straight, and raised his hand to help Nishijima Mari shake the veil that fell on her shoulders: "You are also super beautiful today."

Mari Nishijima muttered softly: "Obviously I am beautiful every day."

Mr. Nishijima rubbed his eyes: "Of course - our little truth has always been the most beautiful."

"Always."

When it was time to play, the wedding planner came to remind Mr. Nishijima to enter the venue holding the bride's hand.

Mr. Nishijima bent his arms, and Mari Nishijima held the bouquet in one hand and put his arm in the other.

They walked through many flower sheds surrounded by flowers, and stepped on the newly laid red carpet under their feet.The flower girls prepared early on both sides grabbed petals from the flower basket and sprinkled them on the bride.

Mr. Nishijima whispered: "If that guy bullies you, you must tell Dad. Even if you are married, you are still Dad's daughter, and Dad will always stand by your side."

They walked past the flower sheds and up the steps of the church, with a dome of white marble over their heads.

Mr. Nishijima whispered: "Even if you are married, you can come back anytime you want to see your parents. If you want to live at home, you can live at home, and you can do whatever job you want."

They walked through the carpet covered with flowers, and someone on both sides opened the salute. As the salute sounded, countless ribbons fell from midair.When the ribbon fell, Mr. Nishijima raised his hand to block Mari Nishijima.

At this time, they had already walked into the church, and Echizen Ryuya, who was wearing a clean white suit, was waiting for Nishijima Shinri.

Mr. Nishijima held his daughter's hand and solemnly placed it in Echizen Ryuya's palm.

He looked at his daughter and finished the last sentence in a low voice: "You will always be the most beloved daughter of parents."

Mari Nishijima blinked, her nose sore.

Echizen Longya held her hand, staring at Mr. Nishijima, with an unprecedented solemn look on his face: "Uncle Nishijima, the truth will always be my beloved wife."

They walked across the red carpet arm in arm, Nishijima Mari choked up and said softly, "I want to cry so much, what if my eyeliner gets dirty later?"

"Then what can I do?" Echizen Longya turned his head, smiled at her, and said, "In order to cover up the matter of my bride crying and wearing eyeliner, I had no choice but to take you away from the marriage on the spot and run to a place where others can't see Help you fill up your eyeliner."

Mari Nishijima: "And then?"

Echizen Ryuya: "Then come back and continue the wedding."

Nishijima Mari was amused by this sentence: "If you dare to run away, my father will definitely kill you."

Echizen Longya was helpless: "Is it better than the little bride's embarrassment and crying?"

Mari Nishijima retorted in a low voice: "I am not young! I have graduated from university! I am a social person."

They walked through the red carpet, and most of the guests around them were familiar faces.At the end of the aisle, behind the podium, a pastor rests his hand on a Bible.

The bride and groom take oaths and exchange rings.

When the pastor announced that kisses were allowed, the young people were all shouting and kissing—in the midst of the noise and eagerness, Echizen Ryuya bowed his head and kissed the bride's forehead with great care.

That kiss was like a feather, falling gently and briskly on the scar between her eyebrows.

It seemed that there was pity and love along with that kiss, and it fell on the place where Mari Nishijima had been hurt.Even though the make-up artist has used superb makeup skills to cover up the tiny faded scar so that it cannot be seen at all, Echizen Ryuya can still accurately find out its location.

Mari Nishijima blinked and looked at him.

Echizen Ryuya lowered his head a little lower, and directly pressed her forehead against her forehead, his eyes curled up with a smile.

That high-spirited guy who never abided by the rules of any game, and never obeyed anyone's rules, did more rules and etiquette than anyone else in his own wedding.

He whispered: "I will always love you, respect you, love you, and your parents."

"I will not have sex with anyone other than you, I will remain chaste."

"I will share the rest of my life, wealth, glory, and even my soul with you."

"Happy wedding, my dear bride."

There are no words like 'will' or 'future' in his oath.

From the past to the future, Echizen Ryuya will keep his promise to Nishijima Truth every minute and every second of his life.

The author says:

It's all over!