Chapter 145 The Extraordinary Honeymoon

In the midsummer July, Shen Zhao and Song Ling held a prosperous wedding in Jiangcheng.

The wedding scene was arranged in a private farm. Their relatives and friends, Meng Yunan, You Huan, Ji Mingshu, Lin Manman... all were present and witnessed this happy wedding with their own eyes.

On the day of Shen Zhao’s graduation, Song Ling publicly proposed to marry him at the graduation ceremony of Jiangda University. Later, a reporter rushed over to hear the wind. Song Ling took Shen Zhao and ran away, but was still brought to the hot search by the marketing account.

Song Ling is regarded as a public figure, and the affair with Shen Zhao was widely circulated in the circle, so as soon as the picture and video of the marriage proposal was posted, it immediately attracted a great deal of attention.

It was a dreamy wedding like a fairy tale, with sunshine, blue sky and white clouds, grass, hot air balloons all over the sky, and the 20-meter-long prosperous wedding dress... Song Ling held her Shen Zhao, kissed her, The white gauze skirts are entwined with each other in the wind, and every inch of the air is the taste of happiness.

Honeymoon Shen Zhao wanted to go to the seaside, so he went to the seaside of Nancheng for his honeymoon according to the agreement between the two.

The summer sun is strong, and the South City in July is like a stove.

Song Ling and Shen Zhao got off the plane, and a heat wave hit them.

It's already twelve o'clock at night, and the airport is still brightly lit and full of people.

Shen Zhao wore a small suspender, revealing her fair and delicate collarbone and shoulders, and put on a little smoky makeup on her face. This would make her eye makeup dizzy a little because she was sleepy and breathless, and her eyes were full of tears. Another charming allure.

Song Ling dragged her luggage with one hand and wrapped her waist with the other. She walked out of the airport and walked to the side of the road to wait for a taxi.

Holding Shen Zhao's face with both hands and holding him up, Song Ling saw her tiredness, and felt a little distressed, and asked her, "Are you sleepy?"

Shen Zhao was sticking to her like a cat, her whole body was hot and soft, and even the hair on the forehead was a little wet, she hummed lazily, and said, "It's so hot."

Song Ling pursed her lips and chuckled, her fingers gathered her hair on her forehead, wiped off the sweat, and coaxed her, "Good, we'll be at the hotel soon."

Shen Zhao listened to her soft voice, her heart swayed slightly, she bit the corner of her lips with a smile, and asked with a smile, "Song Song, our honeymoon trip is about to start, are you looking forward to it?"

She was suddenly entangled, and Song Ling felt itchy in her heart. She held the lips she was about to leave, and kissed her deeply. She folded her arms unconsciously, and answered her with a chuckle: "Well, I'm looking forward to it."

A taxi came by and suddenly honked its horn.

Shen Zhao was startled, his whole body softened, and he fell into Song Ling's arms, and then buried his head in her chest in shame, the corners of his mouth raised high.

When her interest was interrupted, Song Ling smiled and held her slender waist. Holding the suitcase in one hand, she walked towards the taxi, and the two got into the car.

"Master, Nancheng Galaxy Hotel." Song Ling said after getting into the car.

"Okay, please fasten your seat belt."

The airport is nearly 40 minutes' drive away from the hotel. Because the South City is close to the sea, Song Ling has set up a five-star hotel close to the sea, with a view suite, where you can see the sea view anytime and anywhere in the room.

Forty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of the hotel.

Song Ling took Shen Zhao and dragged her luggage to check in at the front desk.

They booked a business suite. After completing the formalities, someone else wanted to take them up. Song Ling said no, "We'll go up by ourselves, thank you." Then, dragging his luggage, he took Shen Zhao upstairs from the elevator.

Entering the room, just after entering the door, Shen Zhao suddenly jumped on Song Ling's body, wrapped around Song Ling's neck like an octopus, and hooked his legs to her waist. Did not let her fall.

"Song Song..." She dragged a long voice and called Nuonuo to her.

Song Ling supported her with both hands, touching her forehead. She looks like she is made of rice cakes, and her whole body is fragrant and soft, which makes people love it. Song Ling lowered his head and lightly pecked at her lips, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, and whispered to her: "Yes."

Shen Zhao smiled, with both arms hanging on her shoulders, he murmured, "Kiss me."

Song Ling turned around and carried the person onto the bed, knelt on one knee on her waist, leaned over her body, raised her lower jaw with one hand, her voice was slightly hoarse, with a different kind of charm, and said, "Seduce me. ?Um?"

Shen Zhao grabbed the two ribbons that floated down from her neckline, and pulled the person down. His lips were only separated by his fingertips, and he deliberately smiled and said, "Yes, are you hooked?"

Song Ling squeezed her chin lightly, without answering her words, she kissed her lips.

Shen Zhao's hand that grabbed the ribbon at her neckline slowly slipped in, and it felt soft and made people fall in love with it.

Looking out of the window is the sea, endless blue and black, the waves come up one after another, hit the rocky reef, and make a clattering sound, from late night to dawn.

The two have been tossing for a long time, and only fell asleep when it was almost dawn. Shen Zhao was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, and he couldn't even lift a finger, but Song Ling was in good spirits. Hold her in a deep sleep.

In the afternoon, sunlight leaked in through the curtains, and Shen Zhao woke up in a daze. When he opened his eyelids, he suddenly found that the person beside him had already woken up.

She sat up with her back hands, and the quilt slipped down from her chest, revealing mottled marks.

"Ah, Song Ling, you did a good job!" Shen Zhao looked down and saw the marks on his chest, and shouted angrily, "How can I wear a small suspender today!"

Song Ling came out of the bathroom, saw the kiss mark on her chest, and said with a smile, "I prepared a silk scarf for you, and besides, you don't miss me as well!" He pulled his neckline as he spoke. , revealing her breasts.

Shen Zhao caught a glimpse of the mark on her body, and he couldn't help but keep silent, and suddenly changed his posture, his face was slightly crimson and muttered: "Okay."

"Get up and take you down to dinner."

Shen Zhao smiled, "Okay."

Nancheng is a small fishing village, which is close to the sea and is developed by tourism all the year round.

The scenery here is beautiful, the blue sky, white clouds and the sea are different from the urban life in Jiangcheng, and the pace of life is slow and comfortable.

There is an ancient street called Crescent Street.

The whole street is full of old things and even old shops, and there are many old craftsmen with old craftsmanship.

Song Ling led Shen Zhao to walk on the ancient street. Shen Zhao wore a long bohemian skirt that covered her ankles, a woven straw hat on her head, and a pair of small white shoes on the soles of her feet. Song Ling also chose a couple's long dress with her, with a similar style and matching colors.

The temperature in Nancheng is high and the ultraviolet rays are high, so the two of them went out and put on layer after layer of sunscreen.

Even with sunscreen measures, it is estimated that it will still be a degree darker when go back.

Refer to Ji Mingshu and Lin Manman returning from vacation. After the two returned from Nancheng, Shen Zhao said that they were traveling to Africa.

"Song Song, there is a jewelry shop over there." Shen Zhao suddenly found a novel shop, raised his finger and said.

Song Ling followed and looked at it. It was a silverware store. It was open in the most corner. It was inconspicuous and the storefront was small.

The two walked over, and there was an old man sitting in front of the store, with gray hair and plain clothes, hammering the ring on his hand.

No diamonds, no jewelry, just simple old silverware, but it can be made into a delicate style.

Shen Zhao felt it was novel, he squatted down and pinched the ring next to him, and asked, "Is this handmade?"

The old grandfather was amiable. He raised his head and saw the two of them. He smiled and said, "Yeah, is the girl a couple? It means longevity and happiness."

long, long and happy...

What a simple sentence, but more tempting than all jewelry and diamonds.

Shen Zhao nodded with a smile, and said, "Well, let's make a pair. By the way, grandpa, can you engrave?"

"Yes, yes." The old grandfather grinned, picked up the pen and handed it over, asking her, "What characters do you want to engrave?"

Shen Zhao took a pen and wrote two letters "ss" on the paper, raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "These two letters."

Song Ling looked down and saw that the sun was shining brightly on the piece of paper with two letters on it.

She smiled lightly, knowing that it was their initials.

Coincidentally, it's the same letter.

The old craftsmanship seems to have a different kind of soul, and it can easily hit the depths of people's hearts. Shen Zhao held his face in both hands, and squatted there watching the old grandpa tap and polish the ring in his hand.

After nearly two hours of polishing, it was finally finished.

Shen Zhao took over two rings, which were classic styles, with two letters engraved in the ring, which was a unique pair of rings in the world.

When they got married, except for the diamond ring that Song Ling gave her, there was no matching ring.

Shen Zhao said that she wanted her to buy the pair ring, but she felt dissatisfied after seeing a lot of it, but for some reason, the first time she saw it, she wanted to use it as a pair of rings for their wedding.

Shen Zhao picked up the ring, smiled and said to Song Ling, "A Ling, can I put it on for you?"

Song Ling smiled, stretched out her finger, and let her put the unique ring on her.

Taking out the other one, Shen Zhao handed it over, "A Ling also put it on for me."

"Okay." Song Ling squeezed the end, held up her palm, and put a ring on her with one hand.

The splendid light came over, Song Ling pinched her fingertips, there was light shining, it was the light of happiness.

There is no special arrangement, just walk and stop in this small town comfortably, laughing and laughing.

In the evening, it was the Nancheng sunset that Shen Zhao was most looking forward to.

Watching the sunset at the beach was the first time in her life.

As far as the eye can see the endless sea, above the sea is a large orange-red sunset, which is lingering with the sea, and the whole world is bright orange-red.

The two sat next to each other on the stone steps by the coast. Shen Zhao was still carrying a snack. She poked a fish ball with a stick and fed it to Song Ling, who opened his mouth and bit it.

"taste good or not?"

Song Ling smiled and replied softly.

"Don't take pictures?" Song Ling asked her. The people who came and went by the beach couldn't see their faces clearly under the light of the setting sun, leaving only black silhouettes.

Shen Zhao shook his head, bit a fish ball in his mouth, bulged his cheeks high, and said vaguely, "Someone told me that eyes are the best cameras in the world."

Song Ling was startled. That was what she said to her in the car when they went to the small town of Teriberka. She never thought that she still remembered these words many years ago.

"A Ling..."

Song Ling responded to her: "Yes."

"I saw the aurora with you."

Song Ling was stunned, and gently responded to her: "En."

"I saw the sunset too."

"Um."

Shen Zhao leaned on her shoulder and said slowly, "I want to see all the beautiful things in this world with you, day by day, year after year, just like that, until the end of my life."

Nothing in this world can compare to such a bland and indifferent sentence. The promises made to each other take a lifetime to slowly realize.

The days are long, and the happiness will be long too.

Song Ling slowly raised her lips and promised her, "Okay."

The afterglow of the sunset became more and more intense. Song Ling suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand towards her. Shen Zhao half raised his head and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?"

Song Ling bent over to hold her hand, pulled her to stand up, then turned her back and bent halfway in front of her, saying, "Come up."

Shen Zhao was stunned, knowing her intentions.

Since she injured her shoulder, she has never carried her back.

Shen Zhao stood there blankly with the snack bag in his hand, and hesitantly called her: "A Ling..."

Song Ling turned to look at her, knowing that she was worried about herself, she held her lips and smiled and said, "It's okay, I can carry it on my back, the rest of my life is so long, and I have to carry you for the rest of my life."

Shen Zhao asked again worriedly, "Is it really possible?"

Song Ling nodded and said with a smile, "Come up quickly."

Shen Zhao frowned and smiled, holding the shoes in one hand and the snack in the other, lying low on her back, clasping her hands together, and clinging to her neck. Song Ling stood up and bumped her on her back again.

The two figures cast long shadows under the reflection of the setting sun, and a slight breeze blows over them, which is a comfortable coolness.

"Wife..." Song Ling called her softly.

Shen Zhao lay on her back and responded to her: "Well."

"I will keep walking on your back, no matter how long it is, or what will happen in the future, I will keep walking like this, and I will never let go."

The plain sentence suddenly made people's eyes wet.

Shen Zhao's nose was sore and her eyes were slightly moist. She buried her head on her back, and after a while, she tilted her head again and approached her ear, and said softly, "Okay."

The setting sun on the horizon cut out the figure, and the air echoed with laughter like silver bells.

"A Ling, I really like to love you!"