May 22, 1963.

Early in the morning, Chen Guiwu took Sheng Wu to the Wedding Customs Museum in Sijiu City to register for the marriage certificate.

Sheng Wu looked at the four golden characters "A Hundred Years of Happiness" written on the specially made red paper in front of her, raised her eyebrows, and turned to look at Chen Guiwu.

"I remember that marriage certificates are usually written on light yellow paper with black characters."

Chen Guiwu held her hand tightly, looked at the golden words on it, frowned and smiled softly.

"I had this specially made. The paint and paper can remain intact for a hundred years and are not afraid of fire or water." After a pause, he tightened his grip on Sheng Wu's hand, his deep pupils glowing with a soft light, and his lips slightly raised.

"I can't wait a hundred years for you, so I can only bury the marriage certificate with me. In heaven and hell, I will carry the memory of you with me and wait for your next life."

Hearing this, Sheng Wu's eyes moved and she looked at him in shock.

He said, wait for her next life.

Without waiting for her to say anything, Chen Guiwu picked up a brush with a vermilion-dyed body and dipped it in the same golden liquid as the one on the marriage certificate.

"Awu, this marriage certificate says: 'Two families unite in marriage, a pact is made in one hall, a marriage of good fortune is forever sealed, a match made in heaven. See the peach blossoms on this day, a perfect match for the family; predict that in the years to come, your offspring will flourish and you will prosper.' I write this promise of a lifetime together on this long piece of paper, so that our vow of love will be recorded in the book of love. This is my testimony."

Chen Guiwu recited the words above to Sheng Wu word by word with great clarity. After he finished speaking, he picked up the pen and wrote the two words "Chen Guiwu" under the "married person" in a very solemn and serious manner.

"The one getting married is Chen Guiwu." Chen Guiwu read it out, then handed the pen to Sheng Wu with a clear look in his eyes.

"Awu, after signing this marriage certificate, we will be real husband and wife."

Hearing this, Sheng Wu's eyes fell on the marriage certificate. It was quite novel as it was the first time she had written this thing.

She raised her eyes to meet Chen Guiwu's, smiled softly, and said softly.

"good."

After that, she took the pen from Shen Guiwu's hand and, following his example, wrote the word "Shengwu" below the name of the married person.

Seeing this, Chen Guiwu looked closely with gentle eyes. His pupils trembled and then he carefully picked up the marriage certificate and placed it carefully in a wooden box.

Then, Sheng Wu handed him a jade pendant.

"This is the token of love I give you." According to the custom in Sijiu City, the man and woman must exchange tokens of love on the day the marriage certificate is signed.

Chen Guiwu took over the extremely delicate and smooth jade stone, on which was engraved a flower, a cherry blossom.

Seeing this, Chen Guiwu raised his eyes and looked at Sheng Wu, his lips slightly curved.

"Thank you, Awu."

After a pause, he frowned, looking quite apologetic and ashamed.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to lie to you. The token of love I prepared for you isn't ready yet. It'll take some time. I don't want to just give you something casually, so I'll give it to you when I'm done, okay?"

"......" Sheng Wu smiled perfunctorily while casually picking up something. "It's okay, I trust you. It's the same if you give it to me after you finish it. After all, I want you."

Hearing this, Chen Guiwu was amused, and his elegant face became extremely gentle.

Then he took Sheng Wu back to the Chen residence.

The entire Chen residence was decorated in red. Since Sheng Wu no longer had any connection with the opera troupe and had no parents, she wanted to marry directly from the courtyard farthest from the main courtyard.

Shen Guiwu carried her on his back and walked step by step to the main courtyard.

The courtyard farthest from the main courtyard was originally Shen Junsheng's courtyard, but Shen Junsheng had closed the door tightly and did not want to see anyone.

Therefore, this task fell on Shen Qinghuan's courtyard.

The matchmaker and Chunxi were preparing to put makeup on Shengwu, who had already changed into Xiuhe's wedding dress, but they were confused about what to put on.

"Hey, Madam, your face is too perfect. If you put on rouge, it will cover up this beauty. But if you don't put on makeup, it won't be ceremonial enough."

Sheng Wu sat in front of the dressing table, but Shen Qinghuan didn't want to watch and wanted to lock herself up like Shen Junsheng.

But after struggling for a while, she still chose to come and see Sheng Wu.

As soon as she stepped into the door, Shen Qinghuan, who was used to light-colored neutral clothes but changed into a light pink dress today, heard these words.

"What's wrong?"

She slowly walked towards Sheng Wu, who was standing opposite her but was hidden by the dressing table. As she got closer, she raised her eyes and saw a beautiful bride sitting there in a bright red traditional wedding dress, as beautiful as a peach blossom.

Coincidentally, Sheng Wu also heard her voice, turned around and looked over, and the two of them looked at each other in an instant.

There was a hint of stunning luster in Shen Qinghuan's cold eyes. She stared at Sheng Wu in a daze, whose eyes were even more charming than before, and walked over without moving her eyes.

Chunxi said, "Miss, the bride's face is already very beautiful. The matchmaker and I both think that putting makeup on her would make her look even less beautiful. However, according to custom, rouge must be applied to the bride's face."

Hearing this, Shen Qinghuan walked over step by step. She approached Sheng Wu and lowered her head to look at her face which was particularly beautiful today. She was obviously only 19 years old and had not yet grown up, but when she raised her eyes, she was full of radiant beauty.

"Let me do it. I saw other people putting on trendy makeup when I was studying abroad. I think I can try it."

"Ah?" The matchmaker was stunned.

But Shen Qinghuan didn't care at all. She reached out and took the rouge from the matchmaker's hand. She lowered her eyes and spoke coldly in a tone that did not allow for refusal.

"Chunxi, you and the matchmaker go see if father is coming. Take the other maids in my yard and think about how to block the door. Today, you can ask for a red envelope from father based on your ability. The more festive the better. Father won't blame you."

Hearing this, Chunxi was excited, "Miss, are you serious?"

She was not a greedy person, but seeing that the eldest lady seemed to want to send her away to say something to the lady, she naturally would not give her face.

then.

"Then Miss, the matchmaker and I will leave first."

Chunxi took the matchmaker out directly and closed the door considerately. After all, the eldest lady and the lady had a very good relationship, and they might have said some private words between girls.

When there were only two of them left in the room again, Sheng Wu looked straight ahead and saw Shen Qinghuan's complicated expression through the mirror in front of her.

She frowned and opened her red lips slightly as if she wanted to say something.

"Be good, don't move."

But Shen Qinghuan simply raised a slender jade finger and placed it on Sheng Wu's lip, looking at her with cold eyes.

Seeing this, Sheng Wu pursed his lips and looked at her with worry on his face.

Then Shen Qinghuan said nothing, picked up the gold and jade hairpins on the dressing table, and inserted them carefully and gently one by one on Sheng Wu. Then she picked up an eyebrow pencil and drew Sheng Wu's eyebrows in an unskilled but very serious manner.

"I'm not the one who married you. At least, I was the first one to see you wearing the red veil."