pampered roses

It was snowing heavily outside, and the cold wind made people's faces hurt, and the cold touch on their faces made the two of them regain their senses.

Tangli exhaled, turned to look at Fu Zechen with a serious expression: "Didn't you say that we will be together no matter what?"

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes, his jawline was tense, and his neat short hair was a little messy, with some snowflakes on it, which made him feel a little less sharp.

He looked at the two people holding hands, his eyes were dark, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Don't you care?"

Tangli shook her head, looked up into his eyes, the black eyes did not blink for a moment, she nodded, "I care."

Fu Zechen was stunned, Tangli clenched his palm tightly: "I want to know the truth about my mother's death, but this doesn't stop me from loving you."

"Fu Zechen, this matter has nothing to do with you. What grandma said is right. The previous generation's affairs should be handled by the previous generation. I have the right to know the truth, but I will not blame you for it."

"Besides," Tangli bent her eyes, looking at the hands they were holding, "If my mother is still alive, she will be very happy to know that I am with you."

Fu Zechen didn't speak, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and the days when he often sneaked away to visit his aunt in Yunjin Villa many years ago seemed to come back to his mind.

Fu Anning smiled gently as she stroked her stomach.

Fu Zechen opened his eyes wide and looked at Fu Anning's stomach curiously. He hesitated to stretch out his tentative hand. Fu Anning felt it, touched his head and said, "Do you want to touch my sister?"

Fu Zechen nodded, and Fu Anning rolled his eyes: "Come on, my sister is here, and I will meet you soon."

Fu Zechen carefully put his hands on Fu Anning's stomach, as if he felt a child kick him. He looked at Fu Anning in surprise, with a childish and serious tone, "Can I marry my sister in the future and become a family with you?"

The memories came to an abrupt end, and Fu Zechen looked down at Tangli in front of her. She bent her eyes, and her eyes were shining brightly. When she looked at Fu Zechen, it was his reflection alone.

Fu Zechen held Tangli's hand tightly, his Adam's apple rolled down, and his voice was hoarse: "Let's go home."

"it is good."

Fu Zechen led Tangli into the car, started the engine, and the manor behind him became farther and farther away, until finally he couldn't see it through the wind and snow.

Where they passed, a black car was parked not far away, only one corner was exposed, and the window was opened a little, revealing Zhang Lin's face.

Zhang Lin sullenly watched Fu Zechen's car drive away with indifferent eyes.

The assistant in the driver's seat turned around, looked at Zhang Lin and asked him, "Boss, do you need to bring Miss back?"

Zhang Lin didn't speak, Fu Zechen's car was already out of sight, and his eyes still stayed on that place. After a long time, Zhang Lin rolled up the window to isolate the wind, snow and cold outside.

When Tangli and Fu Zechen arrived home, it was already very late, and the snowflakes mixed with the chill swept in. After entering the house, her body gradually warmed up. Tangli went upstairs to wash up. When she came out of the wash, Fu Zechen I had washed up and changed into a bathrobe and sat on the bed.

Seeing Tangli's wet hair, he frowned and put down his phone: "Come here, I'll blow-dry your hair."

"Okay," Tang Li squinted, sitting in front of the vanity mirror, Fu Zechen plugged in the hair dryer, cold white bony fingers ran through her black and smooth hair, his expression was meticulous, the movements of his hands very serious.

Tangli looked at Fu Zechen from the mirror, and suddenly thought of what Fu Yanci said in her mind, and she became a little curious about Fu Zechen's mother.

She said, "What kind of person is your mother?"

Fu Zechen paused his hands, looked into Tangli's eyes, only purely curious, he lowered his eyes, continued to move his hands, and said lightly: "If you have to talk about character, except that you don't have the love brain like Li Jiu, and your temper is as good as yours. Li wine is about the same."

In other words, Bi Lijiu was more arrogant and reckless.

The person who can marry the Fu family must have a similar family background.

It can even be said that the Shen family and the Fu family at that time were evenly matched.

Shen Qingnan is the old daughter of the president of the Shen family. For this daughter, Shen Qingnan's mother and Fu Zechen's grandmother almost walked around the gate of hell, so when Shen Qingnan was born, there were elder brothers and parents who doted on her, and no younger siblings were jealous. It can be said that it is a real baby that has grown up in the palm of your hand.

At her father's birthday party that year, Shen Qingnan met Fu Yanci, and fell in love with him immediately.

At that time, Shen Qingnan was well known in the upper circles. He was well-educated, good-looking and good-looking. He was the object of pursuit of countless princes and young masters, so he fell in love with Fu Yanci.

For the first time in her life, the wanton and proud young lady met someone she liked very much, and then she fell headfirst into it, and it was useless to persuade her.

But at that time, Shen Qingnan didn't know that Fu Yanci already had Fu Anning in his heart, and was full of excitement and joy to marry into the Fu family, but he was hit in the head.

When she knew that Fu Yanci had someone in her heart, Shen Qingnan was hit hard at first, but at that time, her love for Fu Yanci was above all else, and she didn't have any extreme thoughts. Make him fall in love with her.

The final result was that Shen Qingnan's head was bleeding from the knock, and Fu Yanci's eyes didn't stay on her for a second longer.

Shen Qingnan, who likes wind like wind and rain like rain, has never been wronged like this. Fu Yanci has someone in his heart, right? He can't let go of that woman, she is not someone who can be bullied.

Soon there were rumors among the upper class about Fu Yanci and Shen Qingnan's husband and wife being at odds and playing their own way, but the two people's family backgrounds are not simple, and others only dared to talk about it in private.

And after all, he was a foolish person who fell in love, Shen Qingnan didn't really do anything outside, he just let people release such news, and just wanted to see if Fu Yanci would be angry.

Even if he gets angry, it can at least prove that Fu Yanci has her in his heart.

It's a pity that Shen Qingnan was destined not to wait, Fu Yanci didn't even bother to ask.

……

At some point, the sound of the hair dryer stopped. Fu Zechen hugged Tangli from behind, lowered his head and sniffed in her hair, and said lightly, "Okay, go and rest."

Lying on the bed, Tangli curled up in Fu Zechen's arms, receiving too many messages in her mind, she didn't know what to say for a while.

Tangli thought of Shen Qingnan, if a young lady like Shen Qingnan hadn't met Fu Yanci, maybe everything would be different.

"Don't be afraid," Fu Zechen's voice sounded above his head, "I will definitely pry out all the things from that year from Fu Yanci's mouth."

Tangli closed her eyes, hugged Fu Zechen's waist tightly, and responded muffled.

The snow outside the window did not know when it stopped, and the sound of "whooping" wind also subsided, the floor in front of the window cast a white ground, and everything fell into silence.

The next day, Tangli woke up with a feeling of nausea. Fu Zechen didn't know when she got up. She supported the bed, and the feeling of stomach discomfort swept over again. Some white.

She got out of bed and was going to the bathroom. When her hand touched the doorknob, she suddenly thought of a question.

It seems that she has not had her period for a long time...

Tangli paused, and subconsciously touched her stomach with her other hand, with a dazed expression on her face, she didn't speak in a daze.

Tangli washed and changed and went downstairs. Fu Zechen was in the living room. Seeing Tangli going downstairs, he immediately got up and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot milk for her: "Breakfast will be ready soon, drink a cup of milk first."

Tangli took it and was about to drink it, but when she smelled the sweetness of the milk, that uncomfortable feeling came up again.

She pursed her lower lip, took a sip with restraint, and put the milk on the table.

Fu Zechen came out of the kitchen with breakfast in his hand: "Come and eat, I'll take you out after eating."

"Okay," Tangli replied, and ate her breakfast slowly.

After the morning, the discomfort was much better now, Tangli had a good breakfast this time, and Fu Zechen took her out after eating.

Fu Zechen drove, took Tangli to the city center, and finally stopped at the door of a church.

There is a bit of coolness in the air outside. The snow stopped falling in the middle of the night last night. The trees on both sides stretched straight forward. Pedestrians passing by them, and occasionally some eyes fell on them. .

Tangli looked up at the church in front of her. This is one of the most famous churches in Norway, Oslo Cathedral.

Reddish-brown brick-and-tile walls.The green spire, there are some small cracks on the wall, the letters of Oslo are a bit old, and there are street lights in front of the church, which looks very old.

This church has existed for a long time, except for some necessary renovations, most of the places have basically retained the historical precipitation.

The church is surrounded by trees and the road outside. Between the tall trees, there are large expanses of green grass and flowers.

There is a path paved with cobblestones in the middle that extends all the way into the church. The surrounding flowers seem to grow by themselves, messy and irregular, and all kinds of colors come together to create a unique scenery. 【1】

There is a square behind the garden. When they entered, they could see many people in the square.

There are old people, children and couples, the sound of children laughing and playing, and the old people are humming unintelligible songs.

There were still some homeless people sitting in the corner, their bodies were dirty and their clothes were thin, but they could gather together and chat happily.

There is a small door next to the small square, and there is a gypsy woman sitting at the door. There are Tarot cards in front of her. Facing the coming and going road, she rarely raises her head or speaks actively.

Fu Zechen held Tangli and stood in front of the woman's blanket. Fu Zechen communicated with the woman in Italian.

"Please give us a divination."

The gypsy woman looked up at them, pushed the tarot cards forward, and let Fu Zechen and Tangli each draw one.

Fu Zechen drew one, Tangli also drew one, and the two gave the cards to the gypsy woman. The gypsy woman had bright tattoos on her face, and her facial features could hardly be seen clearly. They only said in Italian: It's a long story.

Fu Zechen listened, nodded in the middle, said a few words in Italian, then put away the cards, paid the woman, and thanked him very earnestly.

Tangli was dazed, and was led into the church by Fu Zechen.

Tangli looked back, the woman had closed her eyes again, and was sitting where she was, muttering something in her mouth.

"Fu Zechen, what were you talking about just now?"

Fu Zechen looked down at Tangli, and said lightly, "She said we were made for each other."

"Don't make trouble," Tangli laughed, "I'm telling you seriously."

"I'm serious too," Fu Zechen led Tangli into the church, "You just need to know that she is blessing us."

There were more people inside the church than outside, and some of them were playing with musical instruments in their hands. Only then did Tangli understand why there were so many people today.

Every Wednesday at twelve o'clock, there will be a pipe organ worship event, which allows tourists to truly feel the local customs.

They found a place to sit down, and the activity started immediately. People almost filled the church. There were exquisite murals on the ceiling, windows on the high walls on both sides were stained Moscow glass, and there were a large number of paintings on the surrounding walls.

The organ inside the church has been around for a long time and is the most distinctive thing of Oslo Cathedral.

The clock placed in the center was placed in 1718 and is the oldest clock still in use in Norway today.

The huge clock on the wall slid, and when it finally pointed to twelve o'clock, the ancient pipe organ music sounded in the church.

6000 pipe organs sounded at the same time.

One after another, the symphony caters.

Tangli really felt it. From the culture she had come into contact with before, on the top podium stood a priest in a green robe, who was in charge of hosting the event.

The organ played for a long time, and the repertoire changed in the middle. Under such a scene, Tangli could see the devoutness and prayers of those believers.After the performance, the people in the church sang hymns together, still in Italian. 【2】

After the singing, there was a communion session, wine and bread. After receiving the communion, people left one after another.

When the people in the church were almost gone, Fu Zechen got up and went to talk to the pastor. He didn't know what he said. The pastor's eyes fell on Tang Li, and then he folded his hands and nodded to Fu Zechen.

Fu Zechen came down and pulled Tangli up, and the pastor stood in front of the two of them, talking.

Tangli didn't understand, and it wouldn't be good if she didn't respond. She looked at Fu Zechen: "What are you doing?"

Fu Zechen didn't answer, but instead took out a ring box from his coat pocket.

Tangli opened her eyes wide, staring at this scene in a daze.

"Tangli," Fu Zechen said, with a serious tone, and he was a little nervous if he listened carefully.

He said: "Do you remember, we haven't had a wedding yet, and I haven't sent you a ring."

Tangli clenched her hands by her side, watching that Fu Zechen didn't speak.

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes, opened the box, and found a pair of rings lying in the box. The blue diamonds were shining brightly, and they were so beautiful that they were not ordinary.

Tangli looked at the pair of rings and was stunned.

"I originally wanted to give you this pair of rings after our wedding is held after returning to China, but now, I can't wait."

The pastor was still talking incessantly in his ears, probably about prayers or something. Tangli came back to her senses and suddenly felt her eyes moist.

There are no extra patterns on the ring, only the letters fzc and tl under the blue diamond are particularly obvious.

"Tangli," Fu Zechen said, looking down at her, "I swear with the rest of my life, that you will be safe and happy, and that you will never be apart."

Tangli's eyes were bent, and her dark eyes looked at Fu Zechen linglingly, and she stretched out her hand to him: "I have felt so for a long time."

I feel that she and Fu Zechen will grow old forever, live in peace and joy, and live happily for the rest of their lives.

Fu Zechen took out the ring engraved with his initials and put it on Tangli's ring finger. On the slender white toilet paper, blue diamonds were dotted in it. A cherished kiss landed on Tangli's finger.

Tangli curled her fingers, picked up a diamond ring with her name engraved on it, and put it on Fu Zechen's left ring finger as well.

After the pastor's prayers were finished, the organ music above his head sounded again. Under the leisurely and holy sound of the piano, Fu Zechen took Tangli into his arms, lifted her chin lightly, and kissed her.

Tangli hugged Fu Zechen's waist and kissed back with her eyes closed.

The statue of the Virgin Mary smiled kindly, as if blessing the couple.