At the commune marriage registration office, Yi Anan came in with two red books, smiling.

In 1999, you still need a photo to get a marriage certificate, but a Shaoxin household registration booklet is enough.

However, Zhan Nanhui was a bad element sent to Yanjia Village for reform, so the procedures were more complicated. After obtaining the village certificate, the town had to review it. Yi Anan made a fuss in the town for the whole morning, saying that the two had slept together a long time ago and had a child. The town had no choice but to give in to her, a woman who "had no sense of shame". At noon, she got the marriage certificate as she wished.

Yi Anan put the marriage certificate under the sun and took a look at it. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips. This time, she finally got to marry Yan Dabao!

This time, if the man is willing, she will live a good life with him and create her own happiness.

"Coo-coo!"

"Coo-coo!"

A duet began.

Yi Anan looked back at Zhan Nanhui and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Zhan Nanhui's expression was very natural, and he whispered: "If you follow me, you won't even have food to eat!"

I came to Zhan Nanhui the day before, but I didn't go to work. The team didn't provide me with food, so I had to go hungry for the whole day!

Yi Anan thought about it, then pulled Zhan Nanhui away.

Yi Anan pulled Zhan Nanhui to the back mountain of the village.

There are mountains behind Yanjia Village and the Wo River beside it, so its geographical location is quite good.

There is a dilapidated temple behind the mountain, which is connected to the embankment on the other side of the river.

The temple was built hundreds of years ago, but due to the "four olds" campaign in recent years, the temple has been abandoned. At that time, because yesterday was a special holiday, the Cold Clothes Festival, the offerings in the temple were secretly provided by relatives in the village.

Although the temple is in ruins, the horror legend about it has been circulating in Yanjia Village.

Legend has it that this temple is a twin temple. If someone dies in the village, a pair of people will die. When the first person dies, the second one will soon follow, and the difference between them will be more than one day.

Although it has been banned from worship in recent years, the deaths in the village have always been regular, so in the hearts of the village elders, this dilapidated temple is still very majestic.

Yi Anan pulled Zhan Nanhui into the temple, and saw that there were indeed some fruits and some cakes on the dilapidated altar.

Yi Anan walked forward, brought it over, gave a piece of the cake to Zhan Nanhui, and took a bite herself.

It was a white flour cake, but unfortunately it had been left out overnight, so it was cold and dry, and it was very choking.

Yi Anan took a bite and chewed it for a long time before swallowing it. She took another bite and muttered, "A bowl of hot water is ready!"

Zhan Nanhui looked at the way the girl ate, and he didn't know why, but he felt a sense of regret in his heart.

Over the years, he was severely punished and sent to the countryside, living in a pigsty, and even eating pig food when he had meals. The villagers laughed at him, beat and scolded him, but he endured it and got used to it. If there was suddenly another person around him, his heart would soften all of a sudden.

This woman just got married to him, she is his woman now!

But there is no such silly girl in the world who can follow him and even have a meal.

"Eat quickly, you need to find a place to sleep after you're full!" Yi Anan said, nudging Zhan Nanhui with her elbow.

"Sleep?" Zhan Nanhui hugged his chest instinctively.

This woman, how come opening and closing her mouth is not a matter of sleeping?

Yi Anan glared at him and said, "What are you thinking about? You really want to sleep. Can't we at least find a place to stay first?"

Yi An'an took a bite of the cake, tore it off, and tilted her head back suddenly, almost hitting the altar behind her.

"I'm already full, and I'm still thinking about this crap!" Yi An'an said with puffed cheeks.

Zhan Nanhui turned his face away, his face flushed slightly.

The two were eating dry biscuits when they suddenly heard voices coming from outside.

"Okay, here I come!" Yi Anan grabbed Zhan Nanhui's hand and ran back quickly, taking the remaining pancake with her.

This temple also has a back door.

When he ran out of the temple, Zhan Nanhui lowered his eyes and glanced at the woman holding his hand.

The woman's hands were big and thick, with rough palms, but very strong, and her grip hurt him a little.

After running to the river and making sure there was no one behind him, Yi Anan let go of Zhan Nanhui, pointed to the shack by the river and said, "It's just right, now that we're here, let's go in and take a look!"

Zhan Nanhui was stunned when he looked at the shack.

This shack belongs to an old widower in the village. He lives here to guard the dam. Whenever the water level rises and the dam is in danger, he has to return to the village to report the news.

"He died yesterday, and this shack happened to be empty!" Yi Anan said.

Yi Anan thought about this matter very clearly and had not forgotten it for more than decades, because she married Yan Dabao and lived with this old man for one day.

In the past, the village chief was afraid of bad luck and conflict, so he suppressed the old man's funeral. The old man rotted in the shack and was later buried casually on the river bank.

Yi Anan brought Zhan Nanhui into the room, and really saw that the old man was lying on the bed and passed away.

"You go report to the village, I'll change the old man into clean clothes. If the village doesn't care, we can just bury him!" Yi An'an said.

Reporting to the village is just to avoid getting into trouble later.

Zhan Nanhui took a look at the shack. It was big, but tidy. It seemed that the old man had been very clean when he was alive, and there were pots and pans for cooking.

But getting married and living in a shack where someone just died...

"Are you still going?" Yi An'an asked.

Zhan Nanhui had no choice but to nod.

This place is better than the cold and damp pigsty!

Zhan Nanhui went out quickly, and when he came back, he was followed by a village accountant.

The accountant took a look and muttered, "That's good. There's only one month's salary left. It's time to pay it now!"

Yi Anan immediately stood up and said, "Why not? Does this old man need money for his funeral?"

Accountant 께 was so angry that he slapped himself on the mouth. He was really talking about something irrelevant!

"If you don't pay me, I will carry my old man's body to the commune and let them judge it!" Yi Anan said.

Accountant 께 frowned. This morning, Yi Anan had been making a fuss in the commune all morning in order to marry this bad guy. She didn't even care about being pregnant before marriage. If she really made a fuss, it would be so ugly!

And all of them are dead, how unlucky!

"Okay, okay, I'll give you one dollar and twenty cents, and you deal with it quickly!" said the accountant, taking a plastic bag, counting for a long time, counting out one dollar and twenty cents, and stuffing it into Yi Anan's hand, "From now on, we're even, you're responsible for the aftermath of this!"

Yi Anan took the money and said, "Okay!"

Accountant 께 left quickly, fearing that he would get into trouble if he was a step late.

Yi An'an was afraid that, as a person who had been reborn from a hellish life in the past, her current life was actually sweet.

Yi An'an took Zhan Nanhui and rolled the old man up in a mat and buried him on the beach. Then, she tidied up the place and asked Zhan Nanhui to bring his bedding over.

When Zhan Nanhui came back holding his only tattered quilt, he saw a red wedding character pasted on the door of the shack.