Are you in love, my white moonlight

"Hey, hey, don't move, don't open your eyes. It's almost there."

Yuan Deng lowered his eyes and sat on a chair, letting the makeup artist fiddle with his face.

You can't see anything with your eyes closed, and your sense of touch becomes extra sharp.The soft bristles brushed over his cheeks, bringing a tingling sensation.

"Not yet?"

Yuan Deng curled up his fingers resting on his knees.

"It's almost there, it's almost there." The make-up artist said, for some reason, her voice became softer and softer, and her last sentence was swallowed directly into her throat, and she couldn't hear it clearly.

what happened?

"Aren't you alright?" Yongjipu's voice rang in his ear.

"The eye makeup is ready." The makeup artist said hurriedly.

Yuan Deng opened his eyes and saw Yong Jipu standing next to the makeup artist.He was wearing a well-tailored white suit, his eyes were bent, and the moles at the corners of his eyes were filled with a smile.This man is damn good and eye-catching no matter where he is placed.

"How long has it been?" Yongjipu came over and rubbed his hair.

"Oh, don't mess with my hair. If you mess it up, you won't be handsome. The hairdresser just finished it." Yuan Deng was anxious, and patted Yong Jipu's hand.He just sat there for a long time before finishing this hairstyle, and the thought of having to do it again made him feel bad.

But his reaction was like that of a little milk dog baring its teeth, without any deterrent effect.

"No mess," Yong Jipu pinched his earlobe affectionately. "So what if it's messed up? Be confident, my husband is handsome no matter what."

Grass……

This person, why did this person suddenly hit a straight ball?

Yuan Deng felt that the place that Yong Jipu pinched just now suddenly became hot, and he saw in the mirror that his entire ear was red.

sir or something...

Mentioning this title that is about to be changed, Yuan Deng still feels like a dream.Yongjipu was his close playmate since he was a child, his brother who protected him, and sometimes even acted like a strict and restrictive parent.

But today, he becomes his groom, husband, lover.

He couldn't believe that this man was really going to be his.This was something he didn't even dare to think about a few months ago. How could he have such thoughts about his brother who grew up with him?

Yongjipu didn't know what was going on in Yuandeng's mind, he was looking down at the various brushes and cosmetics scattered on the table.

He turned around and saw that the makeup artist dipped a little lipstick in a small brush, lifted Yuan Deng's chin, and carefully traced the lip color for him.

The light fell from the top of his head, and scattered light and shadows on Yuan Deng's face. The brush lightly swept a layer on his lips, wiping away a little blush and bringing a slightly moist luster along with it.

It looks the same as usual.

Yongjipu raised his finger, opened the lipstick box, and asked, "There are so many colors of this lipstick, what's the difference?"

"Of course there is, how could it not be!" The makeup artist resolutely defended the fruits of his labor.

"Look at this color, it is very natural. Your husband's lip color is already very good-looking. I just deepened it a little bit, and then added a little bit of bright light. Don't you think In this way, the whole person looks very refreshed, the spirit is particularly good, and the complexion is particularly good?"

Yongjipu studied it carefully for a moment, turned his eyes away, and coughed softly: "You are an expert, you know more about this."

"Wait, why are your ears red?" Yuan Deng asked abruptly.

Yongjipu paused and said, "It's a bit hot here."

Yuan Lantern: ?

He saw the remote control of the air conditioner on the table, with a large number on the display: 24°C.

really.I don't even know how to make it up.

Yuan Deng raised his eyebrows and looked at Yongjipu, just about to tease him.

The door opened.

His mother held on to the door, frowning and urging: "Yuan Deng, are you still okay? The time is almost up."

"Okay, that's it!" The makeup artist gave Yuan Deng a last touch.

"Is the process clear?" Mother Yuan led them out, and when they were almost at the entrance, she asked in a low voice.

Yuandeng Chick nodded like a pecking rice: "Clearly."

"Okay." Mom stretched out her hand, and when her fingertips were about to touch Yuan Deng's cheek, her fingers paused, then patted his shoulder, and said, "Go, Mom is watching you here."

Before stepping on the long red carpet, Yuan Deng lowered his head and took a deep breath.

He's a little nervous now.

A heart seems to be hoisted by a sensitive nerve, hanging in the air that has nothing to rely on.Every beat brought him a sense of tension.

"Don't be afraid." Yongjipu approached him and interlocked his fingers.

It's wet and cold to the touch.

Yongjipu's palms were also sweaty.

"Are you nervous?" Yuan Deng approached his ear and asked in a low voice.His warm breath brushed Yongjipu's sensitive auricles, and his voice was very soft, softer than the breeze sweeping across the reeds.

But it's itchy.

Yongjipu gritted his molars, and replied: "A little bit."

"Just a little?" Yuan Deng suddenly wanted to laugh.

He remembered something from long ago.

When he was a child, he was very playful for a while, and his academic performance plummeted.Mom and Dad are busy at work, and there is no way to monitor his study in time.

Once, he did very poorly in the exam, and the whole class was at the bottom.The teacher said that he would take the test paper back and sign it for his parents, but he didn't dare to let his parents know that he had scored so poorly that he couldn't see it.

So on the way home, he asked his brother to sign for him.Yongjipu disagreed at first, but in the end he couldn't stand his stubbornness and signed for him.

As a result, after the test paper was handed in, the experienced teacher could tell at a glance that the signature was not from the parents.Tell him to call his accomplices to his office.

Before entering the office to face the teacher, Yongjipu's palms were also like this.

—He is tense.

Although he hides it well.

The corner of Yuan Deng's mouth twitched. For some reason, he didn't feel nervous now.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

He clenched Yongjipu's hand, let out a long breath, and walked up the long red carpet.Passing through the room full of flowers and guests, meeting their smiles and congratulations, stepping on the floor full of stars, she walked steadily to the witnesses step by step.

The voice of the witness is gentle and loud.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to attend the wedding of Mr. Yongjipu and Mr. Yuandeng. Marriage is the sublimation of love and mutual trust. It not only requires the love of both parties for a lifetime, but also the mutual trust for a lifetime. They will be here today to solemnly declare their pledge of love and trust to each other."

Yongjipu looked down at Yuandeng, the corners of his brows and eyes were bent, and there was light in his eyes.

The moon in the sky hangs down on the heart lake in the world, and it is taken away by people.

Yuan Deng saw his own figure reflected in his pupils, as if he was the only one and could only see him.

He heard him say softly with a smile:

--"I am very willing to."

The witness smiled and turned his head to ask Yuan Deng the same question: "Mr. Yuan, are you willing to marry Mr. Yong as his lover? Are you willing to be married in good times or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy?" or sorrow, will you love him unreservedly and be faithful to him forever?"

Yuan Deng clenched Yongjipu's hand, raised his eyes and looked into his eyes, and saw that he was looking at him intently, with the corner of his jaw tensed.

Is this person still nervous?

He has seen many different forms of Yongjipu.

I've seen him be gentle.

The first time he met Yongjipu, he dragged him out of the muddy rose garden, and gently wiped away the tears hanging from his face with the soft handkerchief he carried with him.

The handsome young man lowered his eyes. There was a very bright and tiny red mole on his eyelid, which was the same color as a blooming rose. He said to him in a gentle voice, "Come home with me first."

When he grew up, he saw how he looked at work: he always combed his hair back, wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on his high bridge of nose, and his straight half-Windsor knot was stuck on his neatly pressed neckline. , The reply is quick and professional, and hits the crux of the problem.

He always seemed calm and had nothing to do with nervousness.

And now, he's nervous.

because of him.

Yuan Deng suddenly felt a bit of concealed happiness and pride in his heart. He smiled, scratched Yongjipu's palm lightly with his fingers, and replied: "Of course I am very willing."

"The groom can kiss each other," the witness announced.

Hearing this, Yongjipu turned his head slightly, his eyes darkened, and the usually quiet and light deep lake caused great waves.

Yuan Deng raised his face, feeling his chin being gently pinched, and the fingertips gently and slowly brushed his cheeks, lingering around the corners of his mouth.

The shadow in front of him was pressed down, and when he smelled the clear fragrance of cologne that Yongjipu was used to, his lips touched a piece of soft, very light, very cautious, just like when the first rose bloomed, cautiously Blooming its flower buds, greeted the world full of love and desire.

Thunderous applause rang out, and cheers and blessings were thrown at them like Chunlin.

Amidst the laughter, the people around him secretly and lightly squeezed his fingertips, then hooked his fingers, and the wedding rings were close together, like the newlyweds who just swore and kissed.

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