From the lounge to the front of the auditorium, you have to go around half of the auditorium. Song Xiang and Rong Boye were sitting in a silver hollow carriage with four white horses in front.
The driver of the car was unknown to Song Xiang. He was wearing a silver mask and a white tuxedo. He had an outstanding temperament and a sense of familiarity.
The red carpet stretched all the way, salutes continued, rose petals fell like rain, and the paths were filled with guests and reporters, blessings and inquiries continued.
Song Xiang looked out through the veil.
In the crowd, Xu Shuyan's figure flashed past, and next to her seemed to be Rong Qi.
She was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Rong Boye.
"dad."
"Um?"
Rong Boye turned his face sideways, "What's wrong?"
Song Xiang leaned closer and pressed her chin on his shoulder, "It's nothing, I'm just a little nervous."
"Fear?"
"No, I just...don't know what will happen..."
"Unknown things, good or bad, should be treated with a normal attitude." Rong Boye said.
Song Xiang looked up and saw Rong Boye's side face through the veil, "I know."
The car drove forward and stopped at the entrance of the auditorium.
The coachman got out of the car and opened the door.
As soon as Song Xiang took a step forward, the other party stretched out his arm towards her.
Without taking another look at the other person, she looked at each other and was startled.
Nan Che...
"Miss, be careful where you step," a young boy said softly.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, said thank you, and stepped on the glass slippers.
Rong Boye walked to her from the other side, Wang Fuxue came up to help her adjust her skirt, and the coachman naturally retreated.
Song Xiang watched the man leave, his heart pounding.
"Watch your steps." Wang Fuxue reminded softly.
Song Xiang came back to her senses, raised her head, and looked at the red carpet that stretched to the end.
At the end of the twelve-gun salute, each gun was filled with colorful ribbons and small candies, and there were the sounds of surprise from the children brought by the guests.
Step by step, we get closer and closer, and we get nervous every step of the way.
Beside the red carpet were Zhao Zhe and Xue Mi from Yan's secretary office, Yang Liu whom she met when she first resigned, Ding Fan who she met after taking over Yue Ji, and clients she had met along the way.
Further forward, there is Duan Xiangtian and his wife, Duan Ge is not here. Mrs. Yu is standing with a cane, with a rare smile on her face.
The wedding was in a hurry, but most of Shun Han's friends were present and stood closest to the door.
After pushing open the golden door, the auditorium was extremely quiet.
Song Xiang was surprised and walked in with Rong Boye on her arm. Only then did she realize that there were only a few rows of chairs in the back, where Yan Zhenting and Yan Zhicheng were sitting, followed by her and Yan Han's friends.
Gu Lian and others took a shortcut and came through the lounge, while Bo Siyan, Lu Zechen and his party had been waiting for them.
At the end of the red carpet, the man stood with his back to her, with a tall figure and a suit that fit perfectly. A ray of sunlight came in from the rose window above and hit him directly, making him look unreal.
Song Xiang held her breath, unable to let go of others in her eyes.
Only when she was behind him did she hear her exaggerated breathing.
He raised his hand and patted his shoulder.
The man slowly turned around, his hair shining with golden light. The moment their eyes met through the veil, everything was frozen.
He was obviously stunned for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, as if he was in disbelief, and he seemed to be shocked. It was not until he saw Song Xiang blinking at him that he was sure.
It's her.
He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Rong Boye beside him.
Rong Boye didn't say much, took Song Xiang's hand and handed it to him, "Be careful, don't let her bump into it."