Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The two people with the most say in the village were there. Brother Liu and Sister Liu accepted the radio and did not say any more flattering words like "half of my mother's family" as they did last time. They quickly agreed to Tong Xiyuan's conditions.

After the matter was done, the village chief looked at Fan He and sighed: "Where do you want to marry?"

It was he who arranged for her to marry the second son of the Liu family last time, but unexpectedly, the drunkard Liu second son died on the wedding night. The village chief felt guilty about this for a long time, thinking that he had tied the wrong knot and caused this lonely and helpless child to be a widow for the rest of her life.

Unexpectedly, just a dozen days later, Tong Xiyuan was going to marry Fan He again.

The village chief thought of Tong Xiyuan's current job and was happy for Fan He. He took the initiative to say, "You definitely can't leave the Liu family. The house your grandmother left for you can't be lived in anymore. If it really doesn't work, just get married in my house. Your uncle has watched you grow up since you were a child, so he is half your elder."

Fan He had packed up all his things at Liu's house, which only filled a bag. He said, "You decide."

It's just wearing wedding clothes again and wearing a red flower on his head. As long as he doesn't mind and endures it, it will be over.

Tong Xiyuan seemed to know what he was thinking, and quickly said, "Uncle, we want to get the marriage certificate first, and then just have a simple wedding banquet."

He had a premonition that if he let Fan He wear the bright red cheongsam and marry him now, sooner or later he would wear that dress again.

The village chief frowned, mistakenly thinking that Tong Xiyuan didn't care about Fan He. Just as he was about to say something, the production team leader next to him spoke.

"Okay, we don't advocate extravagance now, and weddings should be kept simple," the captain patted Tong Xiyuan on the shoulder, looking appreciative, "Comrade Tong has a high level of ideological awareness."

In this case, the village chief couldn't say anything more. "You have to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate. It's in town. If you go now, you can still be back in the evening."

The production team leader said, "It's a good opportunity to take Lao Zhao's ox cart."

"Okay, let's go now." Tong Xiyuan looked at Fan He, winked at him, and reached out to take his bag containing daily necessities and clothes.

The back of his hand was touched and Fan He subconsciously dodged it. He only handed it over after realizing that Tong Xiyuan wanted to help him carry it.

The village chief watched their interaction and nodded with satisfaction. Tong Xiyuan was a considerate child.

After a while, the two returned home, packed up briefly, changed into clean clothes, and took a ox cart to the town.

At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Lao Zhao asked them: "I'll pick you up later?"

Tong Xiyuan thought of the bicycle he had left at the hotel, shook his head and said, "No, we can go back by ourselves."

When I walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau, I didn’t see many people getting married.

The staff member compared the two people's ID cards and was stunned when he looked at Fan He, thinking that this woman was really tall.

She said, "You two comrades, please go inside and take pictures. I wish you a happy wedding."

Tong Xiyuan said thank you.

Walking into the cabin where the photo was taken, the two sat down side by side with a bright red backdrop behind them.

"Come closer, closer, yes, just like that, smile..."

"Crack!"

The photo was frozen, and the photographer looked at the photo and smiled, "This lesbian is too tall. Look, she makes your man look shorter."

Fan He walked over and took a look. From his sitting posture, Tong Xiyuan was only up to his eyebrows, so he was indeed short.

Tong Xiyuan took the red marriage certificate with the stamp and said, "I just like tall ones."

He put both marriage certificates into his pocket and walked out with Fan He, one after the other.

After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Fan He opened his palm towards him, "Mine."

Tong Xiyuan thought to himself, what are you talking about? Yours and mine. I gave it to you, and what if you get secretly angry and tear up the marriage certificate?

He tightened his pocket with one hand, put his other hand on Fan He's palm, and said with red ears: "Yours."

Fan He shook off his hand as if he had been electrocuted, stared at Tong Xiyuan for a long time, and uttered, "Shame on you."

In public, she had the nerve to hold his hand in the broad daylight. The village thug Lai Datou even took advantage of the dark to touch the little girl.

He walked a long way away with his long legs, and Tong Xiyuan finally reacted and chased after him, complaining to 999 as he chased after him: [He is a virgin now, and he turned around and said that I am shameless. ]

Don’t you even look at who the shameless person was before?

999 is holding her belly and laughing, [Please understand that your husband is a "little girl" in this world. ]

After walking for a while, Fan He slowed down his pace. He had never been to the town and was not familiar with the roads here. He didn't know how to get back to Baixing Village.

"You're going the wrong way." Tong Xiyuan caught up with him and stopped holding his hand. He pointed to another road and said, "Go over there. There's something good to show you."

Fan He glanced at him warily. Good stuff?

This man has used all his advance salary to marry him, so what good things can he have? Don’t tell me he’s trying to trick him into doing something sneaky over there.

But after walking a dozen steps, a big hotel with a sign appeared in front of me.

Fan He frowned and asked, "Where is this?"

"The state-owned restaurant," Tong Xiyuan didn't realize that something was wrong with him. He took out the key, opened the small door, pushed out the bicycle, patted the seat and said, "Let's ride this home."

Fan He reached out and touched the black rubber handlebars of the bicycle. "Did you buy it?"

Tong Xiyuan had already consciously sat in the back seat, with his feet touching the ground to stabilize his body, "Assigned."

"You want me to take you?" Fan He looked at his actions and asked in disbelief.

Tong Xiyuan urged him, "Try it now, and teach me when you have learned it."

999 was also surprised, [Yuanbao, I thought you would learn it by yourself. ]

Tong Xiyuan turned his head and glanced at the people walking in groups of three or four on the street. Because not every household had a bicycle, many people would look at them with envy when passing by.

He whispered in his heart: [I don’t want to be so embarrassed. ]

If he falls, he can dodge from behind, and the only one who will be embarrassed is Fan He.

Fan He looked at him helplessly, held the handlebars and sat in the front. There were not many people who had bicycles in Baixing Village, and he had only seen someone riding a bicycle once, and the style was the old 28-inch model. He didn't know if it was the same as this new style.

He didn't need to stand on tiptoe and could stand firmly on solid ground when sitting on it, which made Tong Xiyuan in the back seat breathe a sigh of relief. Even if he fell, he probably wouldn't be in too much of a mess.

Fan He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to push the pedal. The wheel turned half a circle, and before he could put his other foot on it, his center of gravity shifted to the left and he tended to fall.

"Mom, look!" A little boy on the street pointed over here as if he had discovered a new world and shouted excitedly, "They are going to fall."