Breaking Through the Clouds

It is impossible to reach South Africa. First of all, it does not meet Yan Yan's requirement of "not too hot"-"Jiang team is tender and tender and does not carry heat. If the temperature is higher than twenty-five, he will become a pool of water. It ’s harder to freeze him and pinch him into a human form. "

Miss Secretary: "... where else in this world does the highest temperature in mid-August in early August not exceed 25?"

Yes, southern hemisphere, country a.

This city, which was unfortunately selected by Yan Yan and selected by Queping, is said to have the best lighting conditions and air quality in the world, good social order, simple and friendly residents, and very open folk customs-just passed the same-sex marriage law. The city is bordered by the ocean and famous natural attractions. In other words, Vice Bureau Wei can not only fulfill his dream of sea fishing, even fishing by boat. The local Chinese population is quite high, and Chinese can be directly spoken in many places. Any communication barriers.

Even better, although it is in the off-season southern hemisphere, the highest day in early August is eighteen degrees Celsius, and the sun is bright, the sky is blue, and the greening is excellent, which completely meets the dream of strict literary girls.

"How good," Yan Yan said when he boarded the plane, "when we retire, let's go to this city for retirement!"

Twelve hours later, the plane landed in this extremely southern city. As soon as the hatch opened, the cold wind that swept the ocean current from the Antarctic glacier filled the cabin instantly, pushing Yan Yan back three steps.

"You go to care for yourself!" Jiang Zhan shook his waist, his whole body hiding behind Yan Kuan's broad shoulders, and shouted in the wind: "I stay in Gongzhou to eat hot pot is good!"

Yan Yan chose a lot of choices. I did not expect that the only defect in this so-called "most livable city in the world" is to face the snow and ice storms from Antarctica every year, the temperature of eighteen degrees and the eighth degree. Even applying three kilograms of hair spray can't stop the hair from getting upright.

Yan Zhuan drew the collar of Jiang Zang and said, "Marry chickens with chickens, marry dogs with dogs--!" Then he wrapped the Jiang team in his arms and walked away step by step in the cold wind of the airport.

Regarding the size of the wedding ceremony, Jiang Zhan ’s philosophy is more conservative: we two can close the door to live, you must have a sense of ritual, but it is not appropriate to make a big fan and mobilize the crowd, otherwise I am ashamed, spread it out What do you think?

But Yan Yan felt that since we didn't steal or break the law, what I want to do at the wedding is my personal freedom. The most important moment in a person's life, shouldn't I be happy with myself and care about others' eyes?

Jiang Zuan has a subtle and complicated embarrassment towards Yan Zheng, and he will not admit that he killed himself—so it is easier to give in to Yan Yan's opinion in daily life. Facing Yan Yan's insistence, he is like a man who accompanied his wife to shopping and credit card shopping. Despite the convulsions in his heart, there are still various "Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing You". On the day before the wedding, he Only to find that a small-scale ceremony of thirty or forty people, the guests actually doubled in the end.

"Can you blame me?" Yan Yan held his arm, two and a half thousand two hundred thousand, sitting on the big bed of the hotel suite with his thighs and shaking his feet: "Like me, how many city bureaus are there in this age? They only attended the wedding. Can they come with their wives and children? In the final analysis, shouldn't you blame your promise to get married too late? "

Jiang Zhan: "..."

Indeed, as Yan Zheng said, the total number of guests from thirty to forty couldn't stop. Although no friends in the Yan family business were notified, and family members only came to close relatives, the Jianning Municipal Bureau must definitely invite people from top to bottom: Lu Bureau, Wei Bureau, Yu Zhu, Fang Zhenghong , Gou Li, Huang Xing, the criminal investigation detachment dragged their families up and down, several deputy bureau chiefs and directors who are more familiar with daily life, etc. Some come and some do n’t, but whenever they come, they bring their wife and children together. Anyway, Yan Ye's family has the money to charter flights. Everyone agrees that it is a fool to have cheap and not take up. In the end, Lu Bureau simply took Yan Ye's wedding as this year's municipal bureau annual organization.

In addition to the colleagues from the Municipal Bureau who received the invitation, there was also the strong captain Kang Shu, who was able to get up from the bed next door to the special police brigade ("The surname Yan told you that I will never work with you again! You are A scourge! ”“ What the **** is this about Lao Tzu, is n’t it all the pot that the last name smells, can you come back and invite you to dinner ?! ”), my mother Yang Mei (“ Jiang Jiang, I Brother Jiang! I've worked hard to grow cabbage !!! "" You, the surname Yang, make sense, it's me who waters this cabbage, fertilizes it, and removes it. " ?! "), And a few surviving comrades in Jiang Ding.

These comrades-in-arms must be invited. In the two detachments, the group of anti-narcotics police who had the closest relationship with Jiang Zhan was killed after the 1009 explosion. There were still a few seriously injured in the bed, two even Lie on the bed for more than half a year. Although they did not want to believe that Jiang Zhan was a black policeman, because they usually approached Jiang Zhan, they were severely scrutinized and treated unfairly afterwards. In the end, they had to change jobs or sink to the police station. The situation was quite rough.

After the Yaoshan anti-drug operation, the Ministry of Public Security investigated the 1009 case severely, and a number of officials at the department and bureau level were laid off. Some of these people were still willing to stay inside the police. They all received belated merits and commendations and were brought back to the Municipal Bureau Headquarters. Others, who were disheartened by the Gongzhou system, followed Jiangzhan to bring their families. When he moved to Jianning, Lu Bureau took the files of the s provincial public security department.

In fact, their lives in Jianning will be more comfortable. In any case, the climate, house prices, and wages and benefits are much better than Gongzhou, and their job titles are rising faster.

In this way, the total number of weddings has exceeded eighty, plus the on-site staff to properly break the hundred.

Jiang Zhan weakly justified: "In fact, I am mainly afraid that the wedding expenses are too high ..."

Yan Yan said: "Ah, I have found a reason. Our consultant Jiang ’s contribution to the medical cause of the motherland is enough to hold ten weddings. As long as you are a big Buddha, you have to maintain your golden body, and our criminal investigation detachment should be up and down. The incense is burning ... Sometime to sleep and give me something! Don't run! Minger can afford it early in the morning! "

On the wedding day, Yan Yan can sleep until 8 o'clock, and Jiang Zhan will start at 6 o'clock in the morning-after the rigorous evaluation of Ms. Zeng Cuicui's makeup artist, the new Mrs. Shaodong's face is pale, her lips are gray and her hair ends Slightly dry, the general summary is a look of illness, if you don't put on makeup, the effect of waiting for photos will be very tragic.

The word sickness frightened Ms. Zeng Cuicui, forcing Jiang to stop drinking red date soup for a month before leaving for country A, but even so he still did not escape the magic palm of the makeup artist—Magic.

"How can this eyebrow not be repaired? After finishing the repair, I will make two more strokes on the end of the eyebrow. Do you see that the eyebrow shape will not come out? Nose shadows are also required to be displayed. It ’s pretty good, but the effect is still different from the picture ... Do n’t hide! Draw the inner eyeliner! Poke in the eyeballs later! Oops, look at your hands, how can the nails not be repaired, how can the skin be unmaintained, on the palm of your hand Why are there so many calluses? Don't you know that the hand is our second face? "

The sky was bright outside, and Jiang docked in the large makeup chair outside the hotel suite, his expression seemed to be out of his soul, "... that's a cocoon."

The enchanting makeup artist with flame red lips-Jamie de Douglas Li Baozhu-held Jiang Zhan's hands and solemnly said: "Our handsome guy's hands should be carefully maintained, which is different from those smelly men ! "

Ms. Zeng Cuicui nodded in approval as she struggled to turn the closet.

"Ouch! Mom!" Yan Yan yawned and opened the bedroom door, and was shocked, wrapping his towel around in a hurry: "Why are you here?"

boom--!

Yan's mother's arms poured down on the sofa like a hill, and her eyebrows couldn't hide her joy: "I'm here ~ dress up ~ stop ~"

The miracle stopped paralyzed in the large make-up chair, his eyes were empty, his expression was detached, as if to sacrifice the flesh to the prosperous Ms. Zeng Cuicui in the next second, and then she flew up.

"Wait mom," Yan Min suddenly found out, "Don't you say I'll wear black river and stop wearing white? Mom, what's this in your hand?"

Mother Yan was innocent, holding a set of dark green, sapphire, and burgundy gowns in her arms. On the sofa, there were dozens of matching matching scarves like hills, saying, "Oh, I let the craftsmen do more Several sets, I want to stop and try, if the effect is good, you can change a dress every hour at the wedding, otherwise it will be white and monotonous. "

Yan Yan: "..."

Mother Yan picked up her grandmother's green velvet dress jacket and went to Jiang Zhan, her eyes flashed with sincere joy and satisfaction: "Look at this color palette, this tailoring, this skin is more water-based. If it wasn't for your old mother, I would be early in the morning You worked hard for two hours of makeup, and you have to take a picture today-- "

When Yan Zheng looked at Jiang Zhan, he could be elected as the top 1 in the 21st Century Straight Men ’s Golden Sentence List, but “it looks like he has n’t changed anywhere.” It was too late to blurt out, and suddenly saw Jiang Zhan meeting his sight, his eyes suddenly flashed A light of salvation rejoiced.

Yan Yan: "?"

Jiang stopped and held his hand, and the carp stood up, and turned Yan Yan back into the make-up chair, sternly: "Auntie don't care what clothes I wear, Yan Yan's makeup has not changed yet!"

Yan Yan: "?!"

"Eyebrows, hair, facial mask, inner eyeliner, cutting fingers ... care for nails," Jiang Zhan gestured Yan Yan's chin with one hand, and his posture seemed very professional: "And you can see his teeth smoked, The calluses on your hands are so rough, you have to deal with him, or else the wedding will be too late! "

Yan Yan: "What? What are you talking about? I'm a cocoon!"

Poor and unprepared Yan Yan, finally realized that dangers that he had never experienced in more than 30 years were approaching quickly, but he had not yet struggled, and his four mother-in-law and teacher Jamie came down from the sky. , Put Yan Wukong firmly under the dresser.

"... Jiang Zhan ?!" Yan Yan couldn't believe it: "You just sold your husband and husband like this? Where are you going ?! You come back to me-"

Mother Yan grabbed her son: "Don't move! Put your clothes on first, let me see your teeth! Xiao Li, get your teether!"

Teacher Jamie: "Oh ~ ah ~"

"I ... I'm going to have breakfast." Jiang kept hurriedly throwing a sentence, afraid to face Yan Jing's shocked accusation glance, and his soles of oil slipped away.

Eleven in the morning.

"Welcome the bride--"

The door opened suddenly, Ma Xiang, Gou Li, Yang Mei, Han Xiaomei, Gao Panqing, and so on were not afraid of death, a bunch of jealousy red and green, full of joy, almost broke into the suite without singing. Among the crowd, Ma Xiang ’s voice that was afraid of the world ’s chaos was particularly bright, saying, “Sister Meimei, do n’t believe it, I know that consultant Jiang has to wear a wedding dress today, and I have to paint my brows and rouge. Can't wait to see him ... hey? Brother Yan ?! "

Outside the suite, Yan Yan, who was ready to go, was pressed by one side, and the other side was tightly squeezed on the table. The pupils reflected the black nib that Mr. Jamie was getting closer to, hissing and yelling: "Don't draw me inside Eyeliner--! Mom! I'm leaving a psychological shadow! Mom! "

Mother Yan pressed her son's ears: "No! OK! If you stop painting, you have to draw too! Eyes are big after taking pictures! Obedient !!"

Ma Xiang: "..."

Yan Yan: "..."

Everyone: "..."

The dressing room fell into a short and weird silence. In that two-second gap, Yan Yan suddenly burst into a strong desire to survive, pushing away the monster named eyeliner with one palm, breaking away from the restraint of his mother and daughter, and watching in public. He hurried out of the door.

"Where are you going? Give me back!" Mother Yan chased the door with a short stride, crying and laughing: "It is only half-stretched for the eyeliner, shame on your eyes!"

At the end of the hotel hallway, Yan begging for mercy: "I'll get Jiangzhan back for you to play! ..." Then he flew into the elevator and disappeared.

Ms. Zeng Cuicui said angrily: "The dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know people's hearts!" Then there was no way but to return to the house angrily to entertain Ma Xianghan and Xiaomei's gangsters who "greeted the bride".

At the same time, the hotel sauna room, Lu Bureau in the billowing white mist:

"Ah-oh!"

Wei Wei was too late to dodge, and was almost sprayed, and quickly moved to the distance: "What are you doing, Lu, cold?"

"I don't know," Lu Bureau rubbed his nose inexplicably, and then smiled suddenly: "Who knows if an old policeman from the Ministry of Public Security spends his time chanting a handsome and charming old man and me."

"Hey, you are so passionate ..." Wei Wei sniffed, and the two continued to cover the towels, spreading lazily on the slate, each with a worrying head and a general who couldn't be ignored, racing against the clock to enjoy the official start of the wedding Free time before.

It happened that the other teams passed by and saw the scene through the glass, and turned their heads terribly.

Where does Jiang stop?

Jiang Zang was comfortably nestled in the deepest sofa in the hotel lobby cafe.

Yan Ye managed to escape from the clutch of Teacher Jamie, only to go downstairs to find something to eat, and he saw a dark hair on the back of the sofa all the time. He suddenly became angry from the heart to the gall. He rushed up and grabbed the tips of the two innocent innocent ears of the Jiang team from behind him: "Are you-of-eye-line-draw---?"

"Look down!" Jiang Zhan shook his body, almost throwing away his pen and paper, and quickly covered it with Lu Bureau's autographed work.

However, Yan Yan's eyes were quick, and he stood behind the sofa and reached out and held him: "Don't move! Show me! What are you doing? Who is secretly writing a love letter to?"

Jiang Zhan laughed and said, "It's not finished yet, let go, let me order you a sandwich ..."

"Don't eat it! Show me, what is this? Red crayon?"

The two scuffled for a moment, as if the kindergarten children were grabbing toys, one insisted on wanting one, and the waiters passed by with friendly (and gossip) smiles. Finally Jiang couldn't hold it anymore, and flushed the pen and paper into Yan Huan's arms with a flushed face: "Look and see, you are really ..."

Yan Zheng was so excited that he grabbed his eyes for a moment, and immediately hesitated.

It was two sheets of paper painted in red, three letters, and a marriage certificate.

These two ridiculous "marriage certificates", the inside pages are very finely drawn, and the patterns on the paper pages are not bad. The heads of two wonderful little figures leaned together, their eyes, noses, and mouths looked like the Lord, "Yan Yan" on the left had two thick sword eyebrows, staring at the eyes with seriousness; The stick of the matchstick was also v-shaped compared to two fingers.

The certificate holder, registration date, ID card number are all readily available, and the marriage certificate number was compiled by Jiang Dian somehow inspired by the scene.

Yan was in place.

"It's okay if you're idle ..." Jiang Zhan covered his steaming mug with a steaming mug, only showing a pair of curved eyes, and smiled: "The painting skills are good, all of them were sketched by the suspects before Isn't it very similar? "

After being silent for a long time, Yan Zheng gestured to the v-shaped gesture on the picture and asked, "What does this mean, victory?"

"Victory."

"What victory?"

With a smile in his eyes, Jiang Zhang said, "Without spending a penny, he successfully deceived you, a handsome guy from 50,000 to the sea. Wouldn't you please me?"

Yan Yan could no longer conceal the radian of the corners of his mouth, but still tried to keep his face blank: "No."

"What's wrong?"

Yan Yan laughed, couldn't help but pick up the pen, drew an upside down character on the two portraits of the marriage certificate, and then played the lesson on paper: "I'm my husband! My husband is on the left, bullying me never married Don't know, right? "

Jiang Zan laughed and scolded him for a neurosis. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and was forced back to the sofa by Yan Mao. Then he rested his heavy chin on top of his head, holding two pieces of red paper and swaying: "My safekeeping, I also keep yours. "He carefully folded the two marriage certificates into his arms, pressed his chin against Jiang Zeng's head, and solemnly said:" No divorce, no divorce, no divorce. You said My own marriage certificate is responsible to me for a lifetime. "

Jiang Zhan laughed, and Yan Yan reached out and hooked in his arms, and printed a deep kiss on his forehead from top to bottom.

The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Jin Chanchan sprinkles on the deck, reflecting in the eyes of each other. Yan Zheng saw his shadow in Jiang Zhan ’s deep pupils, and suddenly he did n’t know how much taste came to his heart, with sweetness in his sourness, and hemp in his intoxication, he could n’t help whispering, “Jiang Zhan ...”

"Yan Yan."

"?"

A weird expression with a smile on his face slowly appeared on Jiang Zang's face, saying, "Your eyeliner is only half drawn."

Yan Yan: "………………"

"Your size is obvious, doesn't it matter? Should I wait for you to go back and apply makeup first?"

Yan Yan's mountain pledge had not been exported before, but was faced with a heavy blow of 10,000 tons. He had to go upstairs in an outburst of laughter out of control in Jiang Stop and make up for it.

The author has something to say:

The number of words actually written each time is always doubled than planned in the brain. Mysterious guests have not yet appeared, eh ~

Yes, I just want to talk about the strange weather in this city hahaha

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