亚洲自偷自拍另类小说

Grandpa Wang was a neighbor who, over the years, didn’t move to live with his son in the provincial capital because he was attached to the old home in the small town.

The town was quiet. Whenever he heard a familiar sound, he would come out to take a look, not expecting to see Wen Yanqing whom he hadn’t seen for many years.

After learning they had come back to take wedding photos, Grandpa Wang didn’t keep chatting with him anymore, saying he didn’t want to disturb their work.

Wen Yanqing led Lin Gantang inside the house.

The main room was furnished with simple tables and chairs and household appliances, all styles from many years ago.

Seeing her curiosity, Wen Yanqing explained, “The old furniture was worn and rotten, so I found similar styles and bought them to replace the old ones.”

When Wen Yanqing was young, he moved from place to place with his mother. This was the place where he had lived the longest and had the most fun until he gradually grew up. In the end, to seek medical treatment for his mother, the two of them returned to C City.

After his mother passed away, Wen Yanqing returned to the Wen family and then bought this house, just to keep the memories of him and his mother.

Lin Gantang noticed that not a speck of dust was on the tables and chairs, and looking around, everything was clean. She asked, “Did someone come over here first?”

“The photography team came in advance to scout the place, and I had someone clean up the house,” Wen Yanqing said with a hint of careful expectation, looking at her, “Although it’s simple, it’s livable. Tonight… would you like to stay here for one night?”

Lin Gantang had always lived in a spacious and bright villa, slept in a soft and comfortable bed, worn expensive and gorgeous clothes, and used exquisite and beautiful things. Wen Yanqing remembered how different their lives were back then, so poor that he didn’t even dare to touch her.

He hoped she wouldn’t despise it and would stay in the environment where he once grew up, even if just for one night.

“Sure.”

The cheerful voice made the faint light in his heart brighter, and a smile slowly rose, filling his eyes.

“Mr. Wen, Mrs. Wen,” the stylist called out as someone carefully brought in the clothes, “These are for the shoot. When would you like to start?”

“Let’s start now,” he said.

Before long, Wen Yanqing put on a black suit and waited on the side. Lin Gantang changed into a pure white strapless wedding dress, a design of extreme simplicity yet Wen Yanqing was so captivated that he was lost in thought.

A young assistant bent over to adjust the hem of the wedding dress, praising, “Mrs. Wen, you look so beautiful even in this plain dress for the shoot, I can’t even imagine how stunning you’ll look at your wedding in the most gorgeous of wedding dresses.”

Lin Gantang lightly pressed her lips into a smile as she picked up the hem of the dress, sneaking glances at Wen Yanqing.

Her eyes were full of tenderness, hitting Wen Yanqing right in the chest.

Wen Yanqing’s gaze darkened slightly as he stepped forward to take her hand, his eyes filled with dense affection as if wanting to entwine her tightly.

“You’re very beautiful, Little Litang,” he said, restraining himself as he gently kissed her forehead, “Come with me, to a place.”

Walking in a wedding dress was inconvenient, so a small car took them for a short drive.

When they stopped again, Lin Gantang got out of the car, hand in hand with Wen Yanqing. After a short walk along a small path, the view suddenly opened up before them.

Before their eyes, little flowers of all colors burst forth, sprawling across the landscape in a riot of hues, a breathtaking sight.

Lin Gantang looked at the beautiful colors before her, her face breaking into a radiant smile. She turned back to Wen Yanqing in surprise, “Didn’t you say the flowers had already withered?”

Wen Yanqing looked back at her tenderly, the love in his eyes clear and tranquil, “Whatever you want, I’ll give to you.”

If they had withered, I would plant a field for you again.