3806. Chapter 3806 Invite me to a glass of wedding wine
The nun opened the music score and pressed her fingers on the black and white keys. What flowed out was a very sad melody.
Depressed, gray, like a devil's hand pressing on the heart.
With such a deathly wedding scene, the atmosphere was extremely mysterious.
When Wilson heard the prelude of this melody, his expression suddenly changed.
"The melody has sounded, Ximen Longting, let's go."
Jing Jiaren pulled the white staff, and the other side was wrapped in Ximen Longting's hand, and his hand was tied to the head of the staff with a pink ribbon.
Wilson just stared in fear and did not push the wheelchair.
"Wilson?"
"Miss Jing, listen...this is sorrow and music."
"But the melody is very beautiful. This kind of music is suitable for such a special wedding." Jing Jiaren squinted her eyes, and the white wedding dress in her wedding dress especially contrasted with the red in front of her eyes.
"It's Black Sunday!"
Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows and asked, "So?"
She has forgotten all her memories, certainly not this piece of music.
"Wilson, you shouldn't be a person who is afraid of things. I'm not afraid... and neither is Ximen Longting." Jing Jiaren tightened her cane and raised a beautiful smile on her lips. The veil slightly covered her face, her breathtaking beauty
.
Wilson pushed the wheelchair, and thousands of Jing Jia people walked around.
The ritual step is to take one step, pause, and then take the next step...
Jing Jiaren held her back high, her crystal high heels hitting the ground, holding her staff tightly, and stepped on the blood-red petals on the ground as she walked forward.
The normal wedding sequence is that Jing Jiaren holds the hand of the best man or a relative, slowly walks to the stage of the emcee with the applause and blessings of the guests, and then hands it to the groom.
Jing Jiaren changed this ceremony...
Because she felt that no matter where she went, she must go hand in hand with Ximen Longting.
"Will you marry this man? No matter if he is poor, sick, disabled or dying, until death can do you part? DO-YOU?"
Jing Jiaren knew that the pastor could not say anything good.
"Yes, I do. But even death cannot separate us."
Jing Jiaren's long eyelashes were raised, a sarcastic smile appeared on her lips, and she looked to one side.
The side door was ajar, but you could still see a figure standing there.
The black shadow was spread on the ground by the candlelight, with a sharp aura.
Sad melody surrounds the entire church...
Wilson looked strange. This piece of music seemed to remind him of a very unpleasant episode in the past.
His hand pressed against his heart, and his face was slightly distorted.
The pastor wiped his sweat, turned to Ximen Longting and asked:
"Are you willing to marry this woman? Regardless of her..."
Suddenly the ajar door was kicked open!
An evil figure walked out. Leng Lintian was wearing a black suit. He rarely wore this color. It also had a tunic collar and a white camellia pinned to his chest.
It looked like he was here for a funeral...
It has to be said that just a change of clothing changed Leng Lintian's temperament in vain.
His lips were naturally a enchanting purple, and his black pupils were gleaming and unfathomable.
He walked over slowly, passed the restaurant, casually passed his hand across a row of red wine, and finally picked up a martini glass and held it between his index finger and middle finger...
"Honey... you didn't invite me to have a wedding drink at your wedding. Isn't it unreasonable?"