It was a cool breeze in the late autumn evening, so the dress Van wore was with sleeves. The hemline of the dress was long to the ankles, so with wearing socks he wouldn't be cold.
Van obediently let them do it. Don stood at the door and poked out a small head, his big amber eyes rolling slowly.
Seeing that his brother had even put on his wig, Don laughed secretly. Soon he received a glance from his brother. He quickly covered his mouth with his little hand and quietly drew back his neck.
Don turned around and ran out, holding Dora who just came in. In the blink of an eye, there was a little soft thing hanging on her legs.
"What's wrong with you? Are you Van or Don?"
"Dora, I am Don." Don held Dora's legs and acted like a spoiled child. "Dora, can you take a photo of my brother and me? Must shoot us very well, very well, I want to put the photos together."
Dora thought it was a big deal, but she didn't expect that it was just a photo and she agreed without hesitation.
"Okay, handsome boy. I'm good at taking photos." Dora took out her phone and clicked on the camera. "Where is Van? As soon as I just finish
, Richard, who was responsible for overall planning, gave the order, "Okay, release it."
In the banyan forest outside the North Yard, someone opened the wooden box built on the banyan tree. Thousands of fireflies flew along the trunk and branches to the top of the tree.
In an instant, a firefly lit up the North Yard. It was not as bright as the sun and moon in the sky, but also the stars shining on the ground.
The wedding venue suddenly became brighter, and a few disobedient fireflies broke in.
"Fireflies, they are fireflies. There are many fireflies over there," said May in surprise.
The guests all looked over. They were not only amazed at the fireflies all over the sky, but also saw the appearance of the people around them with a piece of firefly.
The night wind blew, bringing the fragrance of Osmanthus fragrance to everyone's nose.
People were still immersed in the fireflies all over the sky, and no one noticed that in the middle of the corridor of the wedding stage, John stood straight, with a smile on his face and a smile on his face.
There was a flowing starry light in his obsidian like eyes.
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