mtl008 Chapter 230 Village Life (4)
Chapter 230 Village Life (4)
Time passed quickly and it was soon approaching noon.
After changing into her wedding dress, Xia Qingyue felt less nervous with Fang Xiaoyu chatting with her.
When talking about the wedding tomorrow, Fang Xiaoyu was a little dejected, "I wonder if Sister Yurou and Xiaomei will come."
Qian Yurou.
Thinking of that kindhearted woman with a rough fate, Xia Qingyue's eyes flashed with indignation and regret, and she curiously asked: "After settling down, didn't Miss Qian return to her hometown? Is she living well?"
“She has returned to Fenglai Town. She is a little thinner than before, but she looks energetic.
Some time ago, I went to the town market with Brother Weikang and others to buy things, and I ran into Sister Yurou by chance. She said that she was planning to open a medicine store in Fenglai Town in the near future, and came to Datong Town to contact those drug dealers and medicine vendors. "
"When I met her that day, I told her that we were going to get married and invited her to come. She said that she was busy collecting medicines during this period and might not be able to come."
Fang Xiaoyu raised her head, her expression turning from gloomy to bright, "If Sister Yurou doesn't have time to come, I'll find time to visit her after we get married."
Xia Qingyue couldn't help but laugh. This silly girl's mood changed so quickly. In fact, it was good to be like this. She knew how to comfort herself and not get stuck in a dead end.
There were hurried footsteps outside the house. Fang Xiaoyu turned her head and looked at the door. "It seems to be about time."
The person who knocked on the door was Chen Yuzhen, who said it was past two quarters past noon.
Han Zhibai and his team are preparing to come over to pick people up.
"Come, child, cover yourself with the red veil." Chen Yuzhen picked up the red veil on the bed, held it in her hands and took two steps. Her eyes were filled with tears and they kept falling.
"Aunt." Xia Qingyue choked and shouted, her emotions suddenly arose and her eyes turned red.
"Today is a happy day. Don't cry. Let's not cry." Chen Yuzhen freed one hand and gently wiped away the tears from Xia Qingyue's eyes. She smiled and said, "Wear the red veil."
Once the red veil was covered, everything in her vision turned dark red, and she could only see a blurry figure in front of her, which she couldn't see clearly.
Fang Xiaoyu came over and whispered, "Qingyue, don't be afraid, we are still here."
A trickle of warmth flowed through Xia Qingyue's heart.
Not long after, there was a noise outside and a sound of chaotic footsteps getting closer.
Xia Qingyue, who was sitting upright on the bed, felt her heart tighten and her heart was pounding.
The leader who opened the door was Han Zhibai, who was tall and handsome in wedding clothes. He saw Xia Qingyue and locked his ardent eyes with her for a moment. Then he stepped in and bowed to Chen Yuzhen, "Aunt, I'm here to pick up Qingyue."
"Okay, okay." Chen Yuzhen took Xia Qingyue's hand with a smile and handed her little hand out.
Han Zhibai immediately reached out and held her hand. The small hand in his palm felt cold and trembling slightly. He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb a few times, and the trembling of his hand stopped.
He turned sideways, slowly squatted down, held her hand and pressed it to his shoulder, and said softly: "Bend over slowly."
Xia Qingyue did as she was told and lay down on the broad, warm back. Then she lifted her feet off the ground and was carried on the back.
Han Zhibai carried her out of the room.
Three young men, Li Weikang, Li Weisheng and Chen Youmao, were guarding outside the door. When they saw the two men coming out, they quickly stepped back and cleared the way.
According to the procedure, Han Zhibai had to carry Xia Qingyue to their home. As soon as they left Li's house, the sound of firecrackers was heard.
As soon as I entered my little home, I heard the sound of firecrackers exploding outside the door.
The noise soon attracted the attention of villagers, who came over after hearing the news. Li Weikang and his friends were standing outside the door, each holding a pot of roasted peanuts, pumpkin seeds, chestnuts, red dates, and sesame peanut candy, which they distributed to the villagers as wedding candy.
For a while, the front of the two houses was bustling with activity.
Amidst the deafening and festive laughter, Han Zhibai carried Xia Qingyue to the front yard.
There was a table in the middle of the yard, with fish, meat and a variety of dishes on it. There were also two oval-shaped pieces of clay with smoking candles inserted in them.
Taking into account that both of their parents have passed away, for the step of paying homage to their parents, Chen Yuzhen and other elders suggested that a table of offerings be prepared, and the newlyweds be allowed to kneel down and worship outside to complete the ritual.
Han Zhibai held Xia Qingyue's hand, bent his knees and knelt on the soft cushion prepared in advance, and the two of them performed three bows.
After the ceremony, Han Zhibai walked up to the three elders, Chen Yuzhen, Li Benfu and Chen Dawei, who were in tears, and respectfully invited them to sit in the main hall.
The three thought that the newlyweds had something to say to them, so they went to sit on the chairs in the main room.
Han Zhibai held Xia Qingyue's hand and followed.
"Uncle, aunt, we don't have the same blood, but we are better than family. I know you have always regarded me as your daughter, and in my heart I also regard you as my closest relatives and elders. Today, I am getting married to Zhibai, and I think that only after I have completed the ceremony of paying respect to you, will it be perfect."
Xia Qingyue said this solemnly to the front, then turned her head and nodded to Han Zhibai beside her, and then they all knelt down in salute.
Chen Dawei and his sister reacted and wanted to stand up to stop them, but Li Benfu raised his hand to stop them.
After the three ceremonies were completed, the three elders were in tears. After they stepped forward to help the newlyweds up, they all raised their sleeves to wipe away their tears.
Trying hard to suppress her emotions, Chen Yuzhen said, "The next step is to send her to the bridal chamber. Zhibai, quickly take Qingyue in."
Han Zhibai nodded, took Xia Qingyue's hand and went to their main house.
Chen Yuzhen, who had been following them, saw Han Zhibai helping Xia Qingyue sit on the bed and picking up a weighing rod from the bedside table behind them.
Han Zhibai suddenly realized that this was used to pick up the red veil, which meant being satisfied. He held the scale bar, held his breath unconsciously, picked up the red veil, and slowly raised his hand.
The red veil fell off and Xia Qingyue slowly raised her head.
Her hair was all pinned up, with two velvet flowers blooming in her bun. Her face was bare of makeup, but her cheeks were flushed, as if she had drunk wine, or as if the blush was naturally applied.
A pair of bright eyes as clear as autumn water, a little watery, her eyes flickering with shyness, her lips are smeared with lip balm, which makes her creamy skin look like egg white, bright and attractive.
Han Zhibai was stunned and stared at her stupidly.
Witnessing this scene, Chen Yuzhen smiled, quietly left the house and gently closed the door.
Similarly, Xia Qingyue raised her head slightly and looked at Han Zhibai.
His wedding dress perfectly outlines his figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His long legs are particularly eye-catching. Even if he is just standing there quietly, he is still handsome and graceful.
Her hair was still meticulously groomed as usual, half tied up and half let down, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, which seemed to be filled with tenderness, ready to overflow at any time, making people spontaneously willing to fall for it.
"Qingyue." He called softly, with infinite tenderness.
The two looked at each other lovingly for a moment. Han Zhibai's throat rolled a few times. He leaned down, and the long hair on both sides of his back fell to his chest.
He was eye-level with her and kept moving closer to her.
They were so close, their breaths intertwined, Xia Qingyue's heart was pounding, her face was as red as a ripe red apple, her hands on her legs were clenched together, as if she had made some decision, her long curled eyelashes drooped, casting a fan-shaped shadow under her eyes.
At this moment, she was embraced in an embrace that was as warm as the winter sun and full of security. She could hear the strong, rapid heartbeat from his chest, like the beating of a drum, banging against her heart.
They hugged each other tightly, with sweet and happy smiles on their faces. No one spoke, but silence was better than a thousand words.