Chapter 533: Chapter 533: Through Sickness and Health, Never Leaving Mr. Song
Big Ben and the London Eye are both located near the Thames River, separated by the distance of a bridge.
A few years ago, Song Baiyan came to the United Kingdom but never had the leisure to sightsee; now, accompanying Tang Li, he truly appreciated the Thames riverside night scene for the first time.
On the bridge, Tang Li looked forward at the Ferris wheel—the London Eye.
She handed her cellphone to Mr. Song.
“Take a photo for me.”
Song Baiyan took her iPhone X.
Tang Li stood by the edge of the bridge, smiling at the man who was raising his phone to take her picture. The moment Song Baiyan pressed the shutter button, she immediately ran over to see the photo outcome.
She noticed that Song Baiyan had used the flash.
Therefore, the photo wasn’t just a pitch-black blur.
Tang Li realized once again that Mr. Song knew a lot of things, even the small detail of needing to use the flash for night photography.
Then she hooked Song Baiyan’s arm and took a selfie with her phone.
In the photo, amidst the dim light, besides herself, there was also Mr. Song’s arm and his shirt.
Tang Li explained, “If the phone gets lost, whoever sees this photo wouldn’t know whose arm I’m linking with.”
Hearing her somewhat crafty remark, Song Baiyan chuckled, “If you put this cleverness to good use, there’s no worry you won’t succeed in doing good things.”
Tang Li climbed on the bandwagon: “A student’s cleverness is also taught by the teacher.”
Just then, several people approached.
Tang Li shifted her gaze away from them towards Song Baiyan, urging, “Quick, put on your mask, it’s going to be troublesome if you’re recognized.”
After speaking, her right hand reached for the trouser pocket of the man’s suit.
A little hand fumbled inside, and Song Baiyan took the opportunity to pull her closer, conveniently turning his back to those passersby.
Non-locals occasionally attract curious glances.
Tang Li stayed in Song Baiyan’s embrace without moving or making another sound. As the people drew closer, her hands subconsciously tightened around Song Baiyan’s waist, and then her head was gently pressed against his shoulder.
Over the Thames River, the night breeze was gentle.
Song Baiyan’s voice came from above her head: “Coming to London by yourself, are you planning to stay for a few days?”
“Three days. I’ve already booked my return flight. The ‘Phoenix Concubine’ crew offered me a high salary, and after considering it, I decided to go back and finish filming the rest of my scenes.”
“Besides what you mentioned in the car, is there anywhere else you want to go?”
Tang Li thought for a moment and said, “Can we go to St. Paul’s Cathedral?”
Around 6 o’clock in the morning, Tang Li got her wish and entered St. Paul’s Cathedral. She was curious, as the guide said the cathedral only opened at 8:30 in the morning.
It must have been something Song Baiyan did.
Within the ornate interior of the cathedral, she walked around, and when she turned back, she saw Song Baiyan sitting on a wooden bench, one leg leisurely crossed over the other, watching her indulgently, a gesture both permissive and tenderly heartwarming.
Tang Li withdrew her gaze and continued walking past the columns.
Song Baiyan noticed a Bible on the bench and idly picked it up to flick through.
Before long, the sound of footsteps drew near.
He had just looked up when the girl crouched beside him.
Tang Li, wearing a white veil she found somewhere, placed her right hand on the Bible, then closed her eyes. The girl’s voice slowly filled the cathedral: “From this day forward, for better or for worse, in richness and in poverty, whether the circumstances are fair or foul, whether in health or in sickness, in success or failure. I will support Mr. Song, care for Mr. Song, share joy and hardships with Mr. Song, hand in hand to create a healthy and happy family, until the day I depart this life.”