The Sagrada Familia is packed with people.


    The line to buy tickets is so long it makes you want to vomit.


    Pa Rouco lost interest in entering the church when she saw the long line: “Go home.


    It smells so good to go home and lie on the couch, drinking happy water with fat, eating potato chips and watching cartoons.


    Severo Laris, who knew she had little patience, had already bought the tickets, pulled them out of his pants pocket and disyed them before her eyes.


    Pa Rouco was slightly stunned, “When did you buy the tickets?”


    Severo Laris smiled slightly as he walked to the entrance of the church with his arm around her, “I bought the tickets in the morning, knowing you would be back today. The promise I didn’t keep seven years ago, I had long wanted to finish.”


    Seven years ago, I was looking forward to spring to take her to the Sagrada Familia to see the cherry blossoms in bloom.


    But who knows,ter, the old friends parted and became strangers, and this separationsted seven years.


    The Holy Family is located on a mountain and is nted with cherry trees from the foot of the hill to the top.


    In March, the cherry blossoms fly and the sky is covered with light pink petals.


    Severo Laris first took Pa Rouco to incense in the chapel at the bottom.


    And then we took her to the cable car that leads to the top of the mountain. The view from the cable car this way is the cherry blossom trail, where you can see the mountain full of cherry trees and the beautiful petals floating in the mountain air.


    After boarding a separately chartered cable car, you slowly glide to the top of the mountain.


    Pa Rouco sits in the gond, cradled in Severo Laris’ arms, looking through the clear ss at the pink cherry blossoms that fill the mountains.


    The mountains are raining cherry blossoms in spectacr and beautiful fashion.


    Pa Rouco grabbed her cell phone and took several photos of the cherry blossomndscape outside the cable car.


    Severo Laris put his arm around her waist and suddenly thought of something, looked at the person in his arms and said, “lita, recently the group executives asked me if I had made any ns to announce my marriage.”


    Pa Rouco looked at the pretty pictures on her phone and said nonchntly, “It’s not like we’ve set a wedding date.”


    Severo Laris shook her small hand with the wedding ring and said, “But I would love to make our rtionship public.”


    “But a lot of people know about our rtionship.”Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    “That’s not the same thing.”


    Pa Rouco: “Why?”


    Severo Laris said patiently, “The rtionship that the Inte has found out about is not formal enough, having found out from gossip.”


    Pa Rouco: “They’ll know when we have the wedding.”


    It was only a matter of time before it became clear that Severo Laris was not obsessed with the affair, but wanted to go public earlier and tell the world that Severo Laris was with Pa Rouco.


    Severo Laris is owned by Pa Rouco and Pa Rouco is owned by Severo Laris.


    Pa Rouco grabbed her phone, turned on the front-facing camera, rested her head on Severo Laris’ arms and snapped a few random photos.


    But none of them captured Severo Laris’ face.


    She is only photographed leaning on the arms of a man in a white shirt, which does not show her face.


    A long, slender male neck with a sexy male throat knot protruding from it and a slightly open white shirt cor cor with a hidden male corbone.


    There is also a pair of hands resting on the girl’s waist, cool white skin, long fingers, flesh and bone evenly proportioned and picked just right, the backs of the hands with slightly prominent veins, full of masculine strength, a pair of hands, as if they were a work of art.


    Without showing her face, she looks even more seductive and evocative.


    Severo Laris frowned slightly and looked at the photo on his phone, “Why didn’t you include my face?”.


    Pa Rouco is unimpressed: “It’s more artistic like this.”


    Severo Laris: “…”


    What kind of artistic sense is this? For those who don’t know, you’d think she was leaning on a male model for a photo shoot.


    “My face is not artistic?” Severo Laris’ brow furrowed deeply.


    Pa Rouco: “…”


    What a soporific mentalitywyers have.


    Pa Rouco reached up and cupped Severo Laris’ face, looking left and right, “You have too defeated and elitist a look for that, Severo. ”


    Severo Laris looked at her amused, “Do I look like scum?”.


    “Well, Svengali scum dressed with the looks are excellent.”


    “…” it’s scum and beast again.


    He was never very artistic by nature, he was always good at science, he studied science in high school,w in college and finance in graduate school and PhD, his major and current career have nothing to do with art.


    Instead, Severo Laris was curious: “What is the face of art like?”.


    Pa Rouco opens the album and nonchntly flips through a photo of a middle-aged painter with long hair, a small braid and ck-rimmed sses on her plump face, sitting in front of a drawing board on the street and carefully sketching, a literary persona at first nce.


    “She looks like this.”


    Severo Laris: “…”


    Then he might as well be a Svengali all the way, artistic sense and all that, it doesn’t matter.


    …


    After watching the cherry blossom rain from the Sagrada Family.


    Severo Laris was driving and Pa Rouco was leaning, leaning her body against him and looking out the window at the scenery and the sliding road, realizing it was not the way back to the imperial quarter.


    “Where else to go?”


    Severo Laris said, “To achieve something great in life.”


    When they arrived at the entrance of the Office of Civil Affairs, Severo Laris took his family book and Pa Rouco’s identity papers out of the car drawer and entered the office to obtain a marriage certificate.


    When they came out of the Civil Affairs Office again, they each had a small red book in their hands.


    But the marriage certificate was confiscated by Severo Laris before Pa Rouco could warm it up.


    “I’ll hold it for you.”


    “I can keep it for myself.”


    Severo Laris asks, “Where did you throw the headphones yesterday?”


    Pa Rouco: “… That was an ident.”


    The headphones had somehow gotten under the bed and Severo Laris had to search for them for over an hour to find them, but fortunately Imperial is a smallmunity.


    If you look for three days on Vi Moon Lake Road … you might not find it.


    Who keeps the headphones under the belly of the bed?


    Severo Laris took the marriage certificate out of her hand and put it away, “lita, the chances of you having an ident like this are too high.”


    Pa Rouco: “…”


    You are handsome and justified.


    Severo Laris heads to the car and Pa Rouco stays in ce to pedal the ants.


    Severo Laris frowned a little and returned her inquisitive look, “What’s wrong?”.


    Pa Rouco’s face turned into a frown, “You just got your license and you’re being unreasonable.”


    Severo Laris lost his smile and held his forehead, walking back with good humor and handing her the two marriage certificates with amusement, “That’s in your good hands, Mrs. Laris. ”


    “Insincere, I don’t mind keeping things.”


    Don’t.


    The two stood frozen in front of the Civil Affairs Office, one smiling fondly and the other shaking his shoulders slightly like a brat.


    Severo Laris reached out and raised his hand over his shoulders as if he were carrying rice.


    Pa Rouco squealed and opened her arms behind him, “Casado!”.


    Severo Laris carried the girl on his shoulders, her figure erect and her face animated as she walked to the car.


    The pace is rxed, the warm spring breeze reaches your ears and the air is lightly scented with flowers.


    Pa Rouco: “Even if you have a license, you can’t be justified in the future.”


    Who is the person who has to justify himself?


    Severo Laris was blunt: “Yes.”


    “I didn’t do it when the headphones fell under the belly of the bed.”


    Severo Laris took it in stride, “Maybe the headphones grew legs and ran under the belly of the bed on their own, it’s actually none of your business.”


    “…”


    Pa Rouco pped her forehead and sighed.


    …


    In the evening, Severo Laris cooked a table and after dinner, Severo Laris was cleaning the kitchen.


    Pa Rouco runs to lie down in her bedroom, legs leaning nonchntly against the wall, head hanging off the side of the bed, a pair of headphones dangling from her ears, wondering if she’s listening to music or what she’s doing.


    Severo Laris finished cleaning the kitchen and, as she walked by, she bent down and pulled her dress down around her waist to cover her small, exposed, snowy belly.


    Severo Laris sat down next to her, took her with hisrge hands, pulled her to her feet and reached up to remove her headphones.


    With her head resting on his thigh, she said, “Severo, my father wants us to return to The Holy City tomorrow. ”


    Severo Laris was not surprised and said, “It is true that we have to go back to La Ciudad Santa to meet both parents.”


    Pa Rouco: “My father doesn’t seem to be happy.”


    “What’s wrong?”


    “He said I didn’t go straight home after the tour.”


    Severo Laris has a headache, and the old man’s side is really hard to get past.