[Bottle Evil] 2015 is the right time to get married

I showed my love to everyone but there was no response. I couldn't help being a little depressed, so I took out my diary and wrote: Poker bottle kissed me that day.But saying this sentence is completely different from writing it on paper. The more I read it, the more I feel ashamed, so I crossed it out and changed it to: Boyouping should like me too.

Just looking at me like that makes me feel like enough is enough.

When Poker Bottle came back, I couldn't help but tell him: "I talked to Fatty and the others..."

Poker-Face looked at me and waited for my next words. Seeing that I hadn't said anything for a long time, he asked in confusion, "What?"

I faltered and hinted: "Just... ours, uh... just this matter..."

Poker-Face looked at me fixedly, and after a while, he hummed lightly, motioning for me to continue talking.

"They..." I told him a little discouraged, "somehow, they're not surprised at all..."

Poker Ping seemed to bend the corner of his mouth, and with a smile in his eyes, he reminded me: "Because we are already married."

But getting married and falling in love are not the same thing...

"Actually, little brother, I have confessed to Fatty Xiaohua and the others that we are married this time," I asked Poker Pingdao, "So if I say this now, they won't believe it?"

It's sensational that Poker Bottle will like someone or take the initiative to kiss someone.

The smile in Poker-Face's eyes deepened. He looked at me for a while, then shook his head and said, "Wu Xie, no one will believe that this is a physical marriage."

What does it mean?Is Pokerfing telling me that he comes from an acting school, that he plays Professor Zhang so vividly, that acting as a married man is a piece of cake?However, I almost blurted it out, but his acting was not good at all before, he was always near, now far, and now hot and cold, so he didn't look like he was really married.

I was still complaining secretly, but Pokerfing didn't intend to continue to entangle me with this issue. I saw him put away the smile on his face, and said to me as if discussing business matters: "Next Sunday will be There is only one week left for the big wedding, and there is something I need you to be with me."

I immediately forgot the previous topic, and hurriedly asked: "What's the matter?"

Poker bottle said: "Next Wednesday, the seventh day of the lunar calendar, I would like to invite you to go to the ancestral hall with me to worship the ancestors."

As soon as I heard it, I felt puzzled. The Zhang family has always been the most particular about etiquette. However, it is theoretically impossible to bring a spouse who has not been married to the ancestors before marriage, and Boyoufeng is still asking me: "Is it possible?"

"What's wrong with me?" I was a little confused, "The key is on your side. This sacrifice should be more important, right? After all, I still have a foreign surname, and I worshiped the ancestors with you before I got married. Your clansmen also agree. ?"

"We've already been officially married once." Pokerfing said firmly, "Your name is already on my family tree, written next to me, how could anyone disagree?"

I opened my mouth, and found that Poker Fing said this too seriously, and I didn't know what to say, so he slowed down his tone and said softly, "Wu Xie, I want to take you to worship my mother." Mother."

This is the second time that Poker-Face mentioned his parents to me. The last time was after he came out to my family. I still remember Poker-Face saying that if his parents were still alive, they would bless us.Although I have never met his mother, I was lucky enough to understand in the hallucinations and dreams that this is the person who brought my little brother to this world. In order for her son to see her again in this life, he voluntarily frozen her side for many years. Every time I think about it , my heart will always be soft for no reason, what a heavy love, it can make Poker bottle see the light in the dark for a long time, make his heart beat, his blood is hot, let him walk alone He has not changed his original intention for a hundred years, and still has the character of kindness, kindness, open-mindedness and perseverance.

I do have too many things to say to her, tell her as my little brother's friend or relative, or even a lover, what a good person her little official has become now, and in the future, I will not let her He is alone.

Poker-Face told me lightly that because of his special status and the Zhang family’s tradition of not intermarrying with foreigners, his father and mother were not recognized by the tribe until he became the patriarch and had certain abilities. Bring their tablets into the ancestral hall.

What he said was simple, but I felt very uncomfortable when I heard it. I couldn't help but imitate how he comforted me before, walked to his side and hugged him, and Poker Ping kissed me so many times goodnight, I It's not too much to kiss him on the forehead at this time, right?

I kissed him and said to him: "I will go with you for the sacrifice. If there is any objection, I will take over the Zhang family and incorporate it into Wu Shanju."

Three days later, according to the Zhang family's ancestor worship process, we also participated with several clan brothers of the same generation as Poker Fing. Different from what I expected, although the whole ceremony was solemn, it was very simple, without any red tape and feudal customs The color of the color is just to use the marriage event to conceive the blood relatives. At first glance, it is the process arranged by Poker Face himself.

First, several elders burn incense and burn paper in the family temple to communicate, and burn paper offerings to the ancestors, and put a red happy money on each tablet, which is to tell the ancestors and relatives of the past generations that their descendants are about to get married. Youping burned the Shuwen offering sacrifices to his ancestors in front of his parents' tablet, and tied a 7-foot red cloth around his waist, implying wearing red. I, together with him, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.

"Wei A.D. [-], Yiwei Year, October [-]th, the heir Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie's wedding celebration, I would like to use the ceremony of incense and three sacrifices to make a notice in front of the gods of the ancestors of the ancestors of the clan, and compliment Zu Debo and his children and grandchildren. ...

"The ceremony of marriage has always existed since ancient times. The universe is fixed, and we should be grateful for it. It is the time of marriage, and the ceremony of forecasting is respectful. The ancestors of the past dynasties will be silently blessed, and the virtues of new generations will be bestowed on the grandchildren. , the lucky star shines brightly, Deze Wangyang. IKEA IKEA, eternal prosperity."

I listened to Pone Youping recite the sacrificial words sonorously, followed him to kneel in front of Zhang Fulin and Baima's tablets, bowed down twice, and bowed again, when I got up, my eyes were blurred.Before that, I meditated on many things that should be said to Baima's mother and father at the moment, but when I kowtowed together with Poker Ping, I felt that there was no need to say more. The blessings of our parents who are clearly in love but can't grow old, they only want us to be recognized by family and friends, and hope that I can stay with him for the rest of my life.

It was dusk when the ceremony ended, the sun had completely set, and the north wind blew my cheeks sorely. Poker bottle helped me tie my scarf, put on my hat, and wrapped me tightly. My hand was held tightly by him. It didn't let go all the way.

"My birthday should be this month." Pokerfing suddenly said when he was approaching the door, "There are only a few people who know my life experience, and most of them are already dead when I go to check." He seemed to be talking to me, and then As if muttering to myself, I turned my head to look at his face, but unfortunately it was late and the light was dim, so I couldn't see his expression clearly, only the voice that was blown away by the cold wind at the exit of the stuffy oil bottle. He narrated unhurriedly in his ear, "So, I can only rely on some conjectures. I roughly know that my birthday is in November. As for the exact date, I have no way of knowing."

I listened to his voice silently. This was the first time I heard Poyoufeng talk about his past. Although I knew some fragmented fragments in Tibet and in the illusion, it was impossible to know clearly like him.I held his hand tightly and walked home, only to feel that it was really cold outside today, my eyes, nose and throat were sore and sore from the cold.

But luckily, at this time Pokerfing and I have already walked into our yard, I turned on the light on the porch, and the warm yellow light fell gently on the side face of Pokerfing.

I looked at him, with infinite tenderness and love in my heart: "Your birthday must be a good day," I smiled at him, and said, "It's as sunny as when we got married in two days."