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Finally, facing Han Ying's curious eyes that were eager for knowledge, Song Hongguo talked about some professional knowledge in a serious manner. When Han Ying blushed, she ended the topic and went to sleep. She finally warmed up, and the quilt was not so warm. cold.

It felt like not long after I closed my eyes, there was a knock on the door, and Cui Yu shouted from outside, "Xiaoying, get up!"

Han Ying was asleep and unresponsive.

Song Hongguo endured her embarrassment and responded, "Big sister, is it time yet? I'll call her right now..."

Cui Yu said with a smile, "It's not even late yet. I'll ask you to get up to eat something to pacify your stomach. You also need to dress up, right?"

"Okay..." Listening to the footsteps leaving, Song Hongguo pushed Han Ying, "Wake up, get up!"

Han Ying frowned and muttered, "I'm sleepy, let me sleep for a while."

Song Hongguo turned on the light in the room, looked at her watch, and pushed it hard again, "Don't sleep, it's three o'clock."

After saying that, she couldn't help but yawned. The local wedding customs were really annoying. Why would you get married so early?

Han Ying finally struggled to sit up. While getting dressed, she also complained and scolded Xu Wei a few times. The anger at that point was finally relieved.

When he went out after washing up, besides the children, Han Ying's grandfather, uncle and second uncle's family were sitting in the restaurant eating noodles.

The two came forward, greeted one by one, and each went to the pot to fill a small bowl. Song Hongguo was really not hungry, but she couldn't resist Cui Dajinzi's kindness, so the bowls she filled were mostly filled with noodle soup. There are some cabbage leaves floating on it.

After eating, the elders chatted in the living room. After a while, relatives from the Lu family came to the door, chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

Song Hongguo accompanied Han Ying in her bedroom, helped her put on makeup, pulled up her hair, and changed into new clothes for the day. Then nothing happened.

Speaking of which, bridal makeup at this time is too simple. People don’t and don’t dare to dress up in a high-profile way, for fear of being caught or attacked. The simpler, the better. At most, put some on your face. Apply foundation to make your skin fairer and translucent, deepen your eyebrows, and apply some lipstick to make your complexion look energetic.

No matter how much she dresses up, she doesn't dare to wear any other jewelry except a watch. Only a red flower is pinned to her chest to highlight the identity of the bride.

It was like this, and the people who came later also praised Han Ying when they saw the newly dressed Han Ying. The stunning look in his eyes was unpretentious.

Han Ying smiled at being praised, and became more positive and enthusiastic about today's wedding, until Han Cheng came with a pair of children.

"Xiaoying!"

"sister……"

Han Cheng arrived late. He was wearing a crisp Chinese tunic suit and looked very energetic, but the expression on his face was not so natural. Standing in the room, he actually revealed a bit of the restraint of an outsider.

Han Aidang and Han Aihong were even more reluctant to let go. Their expressions were always dull, and even when they called out "Sister", they sounded lacking in confidence.

The originally cheerful atmosphere sank.

Han Ying responded calmly. No matter what Han Cheng said, she would always give a perfunctory "hmm", making everyone else in the room feel embarrassed for them.

Han Cheng finally took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to her, "Your grandfather and uncle have helped you buy your dowry, and dad can't get involved. I'll just keep the money at the bottom of the box for you." Be more relaxed and live a comfortable life..."

Han Ying didn't answer, and sat on the edge of the bed with a cold expression, "Grandpa has already prepared a box of money for me, no need."

Han Cheng's expression froze, "Xiaoying..."

Han Ying lowered his head and said nothing.

Han Cheng's hand was still stretched out stubbornly. Seeing this, Song Hongguo had no choice but to step forward and take the red envelope first.

The red envelope is very thick. If there are ten yuan in it, the pile must be at least two hundred yuan.

Han Cheng was visibly relieved, smiled gratefully at Song Hongguo, and said a few more complimentary words before turning around and walking out.

No matter how you look at it, the back looks a bit desolate.

As soon as he left, Han Aidang and Han Aihong seemed even more at a loss, standing in the corner and trying to minimize their presence.

Although Cui Yu didn't want to see Han Cheng, she didn't agree with Han Ying's attitude and scolded her in a low voice.

Han Ying shook her arm and acted coquettishly, "I understand, big sister, I will change, I will definitely change. I will never make a face at him later, okay?"

Cui Yu tapped her forehead, "You have to really listen. Otherwise, when outsiders see it, people won't care about the conflict between you and your daughter. They will only think that you are disrespectful and unfilial to your elders. Your parents-in-law But people are particular about these rules..."

"Yes, yes, it's all up to you..."

When it was almost five o'clock, the sky was still dark, and the sound of firecrackers rang out outside, crackling and deafening.

The children had already rushed out to watch the fun, shouting loudly, "The groom is here, the groom is here!"

Now there is no longer the old custom of blocking the door, calling the door, and embarrassing the groom. The wedding team entered the door happily and paid homage to the elders first before entering Han Ying's house.

Han Ying was obviously not calm anymore.

Song Hongguo smiled secretly, thinking that she really wasn't nervous at all.

When the bride and groom faced each other, some people burst into laughter. They didn't dare to say anything too outrageous, and they didn't dare to do anything too outrageous. However, the groom put on shoes for the bride, but he kept it.

So, there were young people who came to get married, urging Xu Wei to perform.

Xu Wei was very cooperative. He took a few steps forward, squatted down, picked up Han Ying's shoes, and naturally put them on her feet.

Han Ying shrank back subconsciously.

Xu Wei looked up at her, held her ankle firmly with his hand, and helped her put it on with a slightly clumsy movement.

Han Ying looked away uncomfortably.

When the others saw this, they all laughed kindly.

Song Hongguo also raised the corners of her lips. Maybe Han Ying didn't like Xu Wei that much, but it wasn't like she said, and she didn't feel anything at all. Some couples get married first and then fall in love. Maybe, the two of them will be in love with each other in the future. As time goes by, they gradually find a way to get along harmoniously, and there may be less sparks, but if the water flows slowly, they may not be unhappy.

After putting on his shoes and wrapping up his red coat, Xu Wei took Han Ying's hand and left the bedroom. Now, if he feels like it, he can kowtow and serve tea, so he can just bow and say goodbye. As elders, the Lu family doesn't have much reluctance. Anyway, They live so close and can see each other anytime they want. As the head of the family, Grandpa Lu gave a few warnings and then waved the young couple to leave.

Outside, the sky is getting brighter.

When Song Hongguo went out, she was shivering from the cold. She was wearing a military coat, a red scarf, a hat and gloves, and she was fully armed. Even though she was like this, she couldn't withstand the howling cold wind from the north.

The wind is also mixed with snow particles, and the feeling of stepping on the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow, is simply indescribable.

The procession to welcome the bride is either by bicycle or on foot, and there are no cars. Even in this situation, no one feels shabby or anything.

Xu Wei rode a bicycle, took Han Ying with him, and walked at the front.

Song Hongguo followed not far away, admiring both of them very much. It was so cold, neither of them wore hats, just a scarf. Xu Wei didn't even wear a coat, just a woolen suit. The Chinese tunic suit is very handsome, and the demeanor is indeed eye-catching, but facing the cold wind, is it really not cold?

She thought to herself that when she and Huo Minglou got married, she would never let him suffer this fate. Style was not as important as temperature.