Breaking Through the Clouds: 158.Chapter 158
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It is impossible to do it in South Africa. First of all, it does not meet Yan Xiu’s requirement of "not too hot"-"The Jiang team is tender and tender, and if the temperature is higher than 25, he will become sloppy. The risk of a puddle of water makes it difficult to solidify him into a human shape."
Miss Secretary: "...Where else in this world is the highest temperature not exceeding 25 in midsummer and early August?"
Yes, southern hemisphere, country A.
This city, unfortunately chosen by Yan Xi and selected by Queping, is said to be among the highest in the world in terms of lighting conditions and air quality, good social security, simple and friendly residents, and extremely open folk customs-the same-sex marriage law has just been passed. The city is close to the ocean and famous natural attractions, which means that Deputy Bureau Wei can not only realize his dream of sea fishing, but even fishing by boat is no problem. The proportion of local Chinese is quite high, and they can speak Chinese directly in many places. Any communication barriers.
What's even better is that although it is in the off-season southern hemisphere, the highest daylight in early August is 18 degrees Celsius, with plenty of sunshine, the sky is blue, and the greenery is excellent, which fully meets the dreams of all literary and artistic girls in Yan Xiu.
"How great," Yan Xiu said when he boarded the plane, "Let's go to this city after retirement!"
Twelve hours later, the plane landed in this very southern city. As soon as the hatch opened, the cold wind from the Antarctic glacier swept the ocean current instantly filled the cabin, forcibly pushing Yan Xiu back three steps.
"Go and take care of yourself!" Jiang Ting bowed and trembled, hiding behind Yan Xi's broad shoulders, shouting in the strong wind: "I stay in Gongzhou and eat hot pot!"
Yan Xiu has chosen thousands of choices, but he did not expect that the only shortcoming of this known as the "world's most livable" city is that he has to face the icy and snowy winds from Antarctica every year, and the temperature is eighteen degrees. , Even if the bridegroom officer puts on three kilograms of hairspray, he can't stop his hair from standing up.
Yan Xi grabbed Jiang Ting's collar and shouted, "Marry a chicken and go with a chicken, marry a dog and go with a dog——!" Then he wrapped the Jiang team's snoring in his arms, and walked hard step by step against the cold wind roaring from the airport.
Regarding the scale of the wedding, Jiang Ting’s concept is relatively conservative: we two can live with the door closed, and you have to have a sense of ceremony, but it’s not appropriate to make a big fanfare, otherwise, I’m embarrassed. , What do you think about it?
But Yan Xiu felt that since we didn't steal, rob, or break the law, it is my personal freedom to do what I want to do with the wedding. At the most important moment in a person's life, shouldn't I be happy with myself and care about other people's eyes?
Jiang Ting has a subtle and complicated mentality of indebtedness to Yan Xiu that he is embarrassed to say. He would not admit it if he himself was killed-so it is easier to succumb to Yan Xiu's opinions in daily life. Faced with Yan Xiu’s insistence, he is like a man who accompanies his wife to go shopping and swipe his card for shopping. Although his heart is convulsed, he still has all kinds of "do it well, you have the final say". By the day before the wedding, he It was discovered that a small-scale ceremony with 30 or 40 people had more than doubled the number of guests in the end.
"Can this blame me?" Yan Xiu hugged his arm, two hundred eighty fifty thousand yuan, sitting on the big bed of the hotel suite with his thighs swayed and shaking his feet: "Just like me, this bachelor's old city bureau has a few left. Who? Then they are attending the wedding, can they not bring their wife and children? After all, it’s no wonder that you promised to get married too late?"
Jiang Ting: "..."
It is true that as Yan Xiu said, the total number of guests is absolutely unstoppable. Although the Yan family’s friends in the business field did not inform, and the relatives of the family only came close relatives, the Jianning City Bureau would definitely invite people from top to bottom: Lu Bureau, Wei Deputy Bureau, Yu Zhu, Fang Zhenghong , Gou Li, Huang Xing, the Criminal Investigation Detachment dragged their families up and down, a few familiar deputy bureau chiefs and political commissars, etc.... Some came and some did not come, but as long as they came, they brought their wife and children with them. Anyway, Yan Xiu’s family had money to charter flights. Everyone agreed that it was a fool to take advantage of it. In the end, the Lu Bureau simply regarded the Yan Xiu wedding as the city bureau’s annual team building this year.
In addition to my colleagues from the City Bureau, those who received the invitation are also the powerful captain of the special police brigade next door, who finally got up from the hospital bed ("The name Yan tells you that I will never go on missions with you again. You are a disaster star!!" "What the **** is Laozi, isn't this all the pot of the surname Wen, will you please come back for dinner?!"), Yang Mei ("Brother Jiang") Ah, my brother Jiang! The cabbage that I have worked so hard to raise!!!..." "You make sense with the surname Yang. It's me who waters and fertilizes this cabbage and eliminates insects and pests. What do you have? It's so unfair?!"), and Jiang Ting's few comrades in arms who are still alive.
These comrades must be invited. Almost all of the anti-drug police officers in the second detachment who had the closest relationship with Jiang Ting died after the 1009 explosion. There are still a few seriously injured in bed. The two even lay in the hospital bed for more than half a year. Although they did not want to believe that Jiang Ting was a black police officer, they were so close to Jiang Ting that they were subjected to strict scrutiny and unfair treatment afterwards, and finally had to switch jobs or sink to the police station. The situation was quite rough.
After the Yaoshan anti-narcotics operation, the Ministry of Public Security strictly investigated the 1009 case, and a group of bureau-level officials were dismissed, while the two anti-narcotics police officers who were wronged that year were successively rehabilitated. Some of these people are still willing to stay in the police, and they have received belated merits and commendations, and they have been brought back to the city bureau team; some are disheartened with the Gongzhou system, and they all followed Jiang Ting and their family. When he moved to Jianning, Lv Ju asked the Public Security Department of S Province to accept the files of these people.
In fact, they will live more comfortably in Jianning. In any case, the climate, housing prices, and wages and benefits are much better than those in Gongzhou, and their titles are promoted faster.
In this way, Lin Lin finally calculates that the total number of people at the wedding has exceeded 80, and the on-site staff has properly broken one hundred.
Jiang Ting palely and weakly defended: "In fact, I am mainly afraid that the wedding cost is too high..."
Yan Xi said: "Oh, don’t find a reason. Our consultant Jiang contributed enough money to the medical cause of the motherland to have more than ten weddings. As long as you, the big Buddha, take care of your precious and precious body, our Criminal Investigation Detachment It's time to burn the incense up and down... Come to sleep and give me a hug! Don't run! You can afford it tomorrow morning!"
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On the day of the wedding, Yan Xiu can sleep until 8 o’clock, and Jiang Ting will wake up at 6 o’clock early in the morning—because Ms. Zeng Cuicui’s queen makeup artist, after a rigorous evaluation, said that the new Mrs. Shaodong’s face was pale and her lips were gray. , The hair tips are slightly dry, and the general summary is a look of sickness. If you don’t use makeup, the effect will be very tragic if you wait for the photo to be taken.
The word sickness frightened Ms. Zeng Cuicui and forced Jiang to drink red date soup for a month before leaving for country A, but even then he still did not escape the clutches of the makeup artist-Magic Palm.
"How can this eyebrow not be repaired? After the repair, I will add two strokes to the eyebrows. Do you think that the shape of the eyebrows will come out? The bridge of the nose is already very strong, but the effect of the photo is still different...Don’t hide! Draw the inner eyeliner! I will poke my eyes later! Oh, handsome, look at your hands, how can you not repair your nails, how can you not take care of your skin , Why are there so many calluses on the palm? Don’t you know that the hand is our second face?"
The sky was bright outside the window, Jiang stopped in the large make-up chair outside the hotel suite, his expression seemed to be out of his body, "...that's a gun cocoon."
The enchanting makeup artist with flames and red lips — Jamie de Douglas Li Baozhu — took Jiang Ting’s hands and solemnly said: "Our handsome hands should be maintained. It's different!"
Ms. Zeng Cuicui nodded in agreement while struggling to turn over the closet.
"Ouch! Mom!" Yan Xiu yawned and opened the bedroom door. He was shocked and wrapped his towel around: "Why are you here?"
Boom——!
Yan's mother's arms pouring down like a hill of cloth on the sofa, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes can't hide the beaming: "I'm here~ dress up~ stop~"
The miracle stopped and slumped in the big make-up chair, with empty eyes and aloof expression, as if she would sacrifice her body to the happy Ms. Zeng Cuicui in the next second, and then immediately flew up.
"Wait mom," Yan Xiu suddenly realized that something was wrong, "Didn't I say that I will wear black and white? Mom, what is this in your hand?"
Mother Yan looked innocent, holding a dark green, sapphire blue, and burgundy dress top in her arms, and dozens of matching square scarfs of various colors piled up on the sofa, saying: "Oh, I will let the craftsman I made a few more sets, and I wanted to stop and try them. If the effect is good, you can change one dress every hour at the wedding, otherwise it would be too monotonous to wear white all the time."
Yan Xiu: "..."
Mother Yan picked up her grandmother's green velvet dress jacket and compared it to Jiang Ting, her eyes gleaming with heartfelt joy and satisfaction: "Look at this color palette, this tailoring, this skin gives me a lot of water. If it wasn't your mother, I Early in the morning, I worked so hard to stop the makeup for two hours. You can take pictures today—"
Yan Xi glanced at Jiang Ting. The sentence that could be elected to the top 1 list of the 21st Century Straight Men’s Golden Sentences, "But he doesn’t seem to change anywhere." Before he could blurt out, suddenly Jiang Ting met his gaze. Suddenly there was a light of joy of being saved.
Yan Xiu: "?"
Jiang Ting took him by the hand, and the carp stood up, and then pushed Yan Xi back in the makeup chair, categorically saying: "Auntie, don't care what clothes I wear, Yan Xiu's makeup hasn't been applied yet!"
Yan Xiu: "?!"
"The eyebrows, hair, facial mask, inner eyeliner, finger cutting...care for nails," Jiang Ting held Yan Xi's chin with one hand and gestured to Yan mother with a very professional posture: "Also look at his teeth smoking It's so rough, the calluses on your hands are so rough, you should get rid of him soon, otherwise it will be too late for the wedding to begin!"
Yan Xiu: "What? What are you talking about? I'm a gun cocoon!"
Poor and unsuspecting Yan Xiu finally realized that the danger he had never experienced in more than 30 years was approaching quickly, but he had not had time to struggle, his mother and the four Tathagatas of Master Jamie The palm fell from the sky and pressed Yan Wukong firmly under the dressing table.
"...Jiang Ting?!" Yan Xiu was unbelievable: "You just sold your husband like this? Where are you going?! You will come back to me--"
Mother Yan squeezed her son: "Don't move! Put the stopped clothes off first, let me see your teeth! Xiao Li, take a toothbrush!"
Mr. Jamie: "Hey~ Yeah~"
"I...I'm going to have breakfast." Jiang paused and dropped a word, not daring to face Yan Xiu's shocked and accusing eyes, and smeared the soles of his feet.
Eleven o'clock in the morning.
"The bride is here—"
The door of the room burst open, and Ma Xiang, Gou Li, Yang Mei, Han Xiaomei, Gao Panqing, etc., a group of **** flowers, red willows and greens, who were not afraid of death, were beaming with joy, and they just broke into the suite without singing and dancing. In the crowd, Ma Xiang’s voice for fear that the world would not be chaotic was particularly loud, saying: "Don’t believe me, sister Meimei, I know that Mr. Jiang has to wear a wedding dress today, and we have to paint the eyebrows and rouge if we don’t know. Can't wait to see him... Hey? Brother Yan?!"
Outside the suite, Yan Xiu, who was ready to go, was pressed by Yan's mother on one side of his face, and the other side was tightly squeezed on the table. In his pupils, Mr. Jamie’s black pen nib approaching closer and closer, shouted hoarsely: "Don’t give I draw the inner eyeliner——! Mom! I'm going to leave a psychological shadow! Mom!"
Mother Yan pressed her son’s ear: "No! Okay! You have to paint if you stop painting! You have big eyes when you finish taking pictures! Obedient!!!"
Ma Xiang: "..."
Yan Xiu: "..."
Everyone: "..."
The dressing room fell into a short and weird silence. In those two seconds, Yan Xiu suddenly exploded with a strong desire to survive. He pushed away the monster called eyeliner with a palm, and broke free of his mother’s restraint. , Hurriedly ran out the door in full view.
"Where are you going? Come back for me!" Mother Yan chased out the door with a stride, crying and laughing: "The eyeliner is only half drawn, shame on you!"
The end of the hotel corridor echoed Yan Xiu's begging for mercy: "I'll get Jiang Ting back for you to play!..." Then he swooped into the elevator and disappeared.
Ms. Zeng Cuicui said angrily: "Dog bites Lu Dongbin, I don't know good people!" Then she had no choice but to go back to the house angrily and entertain Ma Xiang and Han Xiaomei's gang of city bureau **** who "welcome the bride".
At the same moment, in the hotel sauna room, Lu Ju was in the white mist:
"Ah——嘁!!!"
Deputy Bureau Wei was too late to dodge, almost getting sprayed, and hurriedly moved away: "What are you doing, Lao Lu, have you caught a cold?"
"I don't know," Lu Ju rubbed his nose inexplicably, and then smiled again: "Who knows if an old policeman from the Ministry of Public Security is talking about the handsome, handsome, and suave your brother me behind his back. "
"Hey, you are so passionate..." Deputy Bureau Wei snorted, and the two continued to cover their towels and lay lazily on the stone slabs, each with a worrisome head and a general's belly that could not be ignored, racing against time for enjoyment. Leisure time before the wedding.
It happened that the rest of the team passed by outside, seeing this through the glass, and turned his head horribly.
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Where does Jiang stop?
Jiang Ting comfortably nestled on the sofa in the deepest part of the cafe in the hotel lobby.
Yan Xi finally escaped from Master Jamie’s clutches, and then went downstairs to find something to eat. From a long distance, he saw a dark top of hair on the back of the sofa, and his anger rose from his heart to the guts. Three steps He rushed up in two steps, and grabbed the two white innocent ear tips of Team Jiang from behind: "You—the—eye—line—draw—have you—?!"
"Fuck!" Jiang Ting was shocked, almost throwing away the pen and paper, and quickly covered it with a signed copy of Lu Ju's work.
Yan Xiu has sharp eyes and hands, standing behind the sofa and reaching out to hold him: "Don't move! Show me! What are you doing? Who are you secretly writing love letters to?"
Jiang Ting laughed nonchalantly: "I haven't finished it yet, let go, I'll order you a sandwich to eat..."
"Stop! Show me what is this? Red crayon?"
The two scuffled for a while, like a kindergarten kid grabbing a toy, one insisted on not giving it a tweak, and the waiters all reported friendly (and gossip) smiles when they passed by. Finally Jiang Ting couldn't hold it anymore, and flushed his face into Yan Xiu's arms: "Look and see, you are such a..."
Yan Xi was excited, and he rushed to take a closer look, and was immediately stunned.
They are two pieces of paper painted in red and folded over, with three words on the book, marriage certificate.
These two extremely crude "marriage certificates", but the inside pages are very finely drawn, and even the patterns on the heads of the pages are not bad. The two vivid little men leaned their heads together, their eyes, nose, and mouth looked like the master. "Yan Xiu" on the left has two thick sword eyebrows, staring serious eyes; the corner of the mouth of "Jiang Ting" on the right is smiling. The arm of the matchstick is in a V shape compared to two fingers.
Certificate holder, registration date, ID number are all available, and the marriage certificate number was compiled on-site by Jiang Ting’s inspiration.
Yan Xi was stunned.
"I'll be fine..." Jiang Ting covered half of his face with a steaming mug, revealing only a pair of crooked eyes, and smiled: "The painting skills are good, they are all suspects of previous cases. Does the sketching look very similar?"
Yan Xi was silent for a long while before he gestured to the picture with the V-shaped gesture of Shangjiang Stop, and asked: "What does this mean, is it victory?"
"Victory."
"What is the victory?"
Jiang Ting has a smile in his eyes, "I didn't spend a penny, I managed to deceive you such a handsome man who went to sea for 50,000 yuan, don't you make me proud?"
Yan Xiu can no longer conceal the curvature of the corners of his mouth, but he still tries to keep his face straight: "No."
"What's wrong?"
Yan Xi laughed, couldn’t help but picked up a pen, drew an upside-down character on the portrait pictures of the two marriage certificates, and then flicked the paper to teach: “I’m a husband! My husband is on the left, so I’m not bullied. I’m married, don’t you know?"
Jiang Ting smiled and cursed insane, stretched out his hand to grab, and then was forced back to the sofa by Yan Xiu, then put his heavy chin on top of his head, holding two pieces of red paper and shaking: "My return I keep it, and yours will be kept by me." He folded the two marriage certificates carefully and stuffed it into his arms, pressing Jiang Ting’s head with his chin, and solemnly said: "No divorce, no divorce, no divorce. Say. You have to be responsible to me for a lifetime if you make a marriage certificate yourself."
Jiang Ting laughed aloud, and Yan Xiu stretched out his hand and hooked it in his arms, and pressed a deep kiss on his forehead from top to bottom.
The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, shining brightly on the deck, reflecting in the eyes of them staring at each other. Yan Xi saw his shadow in Jiang Ting's deep pupils, and suddenly he didn't know how many tastes came to his heart, with sweetness in his heart, and numbness in his intoxication, and he couldn't help whispering: "Jiang Ting..."
"Yan Xiu."
"?"
Jiang Ting's face slowly showed a strange expression of forbearing a smile, saying: "Your eyeliner is only half drawn."
Yan Xiu: "………………"
"Your eyes are big and small, is that okay? Should I wait for you to go back and put on some makeup?"
Yan Xiu's mountain alliance vows were not yet exported, and he was hit by 10,000 tons in front of him. He had to go upstairs in desperation amid Jiang Ting's out-of-control laughter, and went to patch up his makeup obediently.