Evil Army Junior: Sir, please respect yourself

'Tinkling bell...'

The melodious sound of wind chimes seemed to be louder at this moment, rippling in the entire sky, following the dandelion.

In the rising warm sun, there is a faint brilliance, as if this red carpet road is filled with a colorful light of happiness.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance came, and before she raised her head, she felt something floating down from her head.

Tian Ling raised his fist in a trance, and saw red petals, dandelions with the small feather umbrella floating towards him.

Blue Purple……

Wave after wave, blowing the light fragrance, messy like colorful rain, followed by the blowing breeze, beautifully descended from mid-air, Tian Lingxin subconsciously turned her head.

Looking at the end of the red carpet, the entire red carpet avenue seems to be intoxicated in a beautiful rain of petals.

In the dim eyes, as if subconsciously, he lifted his footsteps again, and walked towards the avenue of the petal rain!

The rain of flowers is blowing, and the flower girl leads the way...

When he was about to reach the end of the red carpet, the flower girl who was walking in front had already stopped, stepped aside, and looked at Tian Lingxin with a smile on his face.

And at this moment, a melodious piano sound seemed to come from afar...

This is……

This song, not the song he played on the guitar on the honeymoon...

In Tian Lingxin's mind, the two of them were lying on the green grass in the dark...

This piano piece, accompanied by the sound of the wind chimes, flew wantonly in the rain of flowers, as if at this moment, it seemed that it was about to be heard, that strong smell of happiness!

Tian Lingxin seemed to be attracted by the sound of the piano, and his slow pace quickened a little, and he couldn't help but follow the sound of the piano and walked towards the corner.

But just after walking into the turning alley, the footsteps stopped in a daze.

In front of me is a small red carpet alley, without such trivial decorations, and there are no outsiders. The whole alley is hung with pictures of her and his wedding dress, sleeping with her, waking up, lying down, Sitting, standing, eating, talking, every frown and smile, photos of every expression.

And these photos, she never knew.

From the angle, it seems to be a candid shot, but it cannot be denied that every expression of her is captured exquisitely and beautifully.

Walking over step by step, looking at the photos one after another, soon, I noticed that behind each photo, all her states, time, place, and angles were described.

Every stroke was written by Leng Xuanhan himself. There are at least a hundred photos hanging here.

I don't know how many photos I have seen, Tian Ling's heart is already hot, and her throat is a little tight.

But at this moment, an unusually magnetic and sexy singing voice floated melodiously along with the piano music.

"Girl, the important thing is that I will love you, because I am afraid of loneliness, you dangle in front of me, I become in a trance, feeling that this should be my ultimate happy life... Your girl is a sweet wound in my heart, you are right, you are wrong, and the rules are all set by you..."

It's him!

This song is his...

Listening to that song, Tian Lingxin couldn't control it any longer, his eyes became hazy, and that scalding heat surged to his heart almost instantly.