The next day, when Zhou Songbai brought meat to Zhiyu, he mentioned marriage to her.
Meng Zhiyu gave him a definite message that they would get married next summer.
This was something Meng Zhiyu had thought of a long time ago. She would be twenty years old next year, so it wasn't too early to get married. The college entrance examination would be resumed the year after, and they would study together and go to college together.
Zhou Songbai had no idea what his girlfriend was thinking. When he heard the time she mentioned, his heart suddenly burst with joy, and he was so happy that he was stunned.
When he got home and told Zhou's father and mother about it, the old couple were even happier than Zhou Songbai, the future groom. Zhou's father muttered that he would start preparing the betrothal gifts, while Zhou's mother was more direct. At noon, she cut a big piece of pork for Zhou's meal.
Meng Zhiyu confirmed her wedding date and wrote a letter to her grandfather and his family that day, asking Zhou Songbai to take her to the post office to mail it.
The Yun family didn't write a letter directly, but sent a telegram back, saying that they would inform them after they confirmed the wedding date, and those who could come should come as much as possible.
Meng Zhiyu picked up her poor needlework skills again, starting with a pair of socks, and tried to make a set of wedding dresses for the two of them before they got married.
Zhou Songbai worked harder. Although he still earned only seven or eight cents a day at work, he was doing well in the black market business, and the money in his piggy bank was getting thicker and thicker.
"I feel like something's not right with the black market these days, so I plan to stop for a while." One day, Zhou Songbai came back from the black market, gave the snacks he bought to Zhiyu, and sat next to her and whispered in her ear.
Meng Zhiyu was just planning to find a reason to remind him to quit the black market first. Now that he realized it, she seemed relieved.
Not long after that, the black market experienced great turmoil and it took a long time for it to recover.
Zhou Songbai was a little anxious, and Meng Zhiyu advised him, "We have made a lot of money. No matter how much money we make, it doesn't matter to us. As long as we are safe, making money is just a matter of time."
Zhou Songbai was just a little regretful. After all, he had been working in the black market for several years. He felt a little lost and sad for a while when he suddenly couldn't do it anymore.
Meng Zhiyu understood his feelings. Just like those people who have worked for a long time, it would be difficult for them to adapt and accept the fact that they would quit and could no longer work.
But with Zhiyu's company and comfort, Zhou Songbai quickly came to his senses. He was not the kind of person who liked to dwell on trivial matters.
Unable to go to the black market anymore, Zhou Songbai devoted himself to their wedding. It was already May of the second year. Two days ago, Zhou's mother asked someone to set a date. August 8th was their wedding day.
Time passed in the blink of an eye, and soon it was two days before their wedding. It was a sunny day. Meng Zhiyu and Zhou Songbai dressed up. Zhou Songbai rode a bicycle and took Zhiyu to get the marriage certificate.
When she came back, she saw the Yun family talking and laughing at the Zhou family's house. Meng Zhiyu was stunned at the door. After confirming the wedding date, she wrote a letter to the Yun family, but they just replied and said that they would see the situation at that time.
Seeing that she was going to get married the day after tomorrow, and there was no movement from the Yun family, she thought that no one from them would come.
Everyone in the Yun family came, and this was a surprise given to her by the Yun family.
Meng Zhiyu introduced his little friend to his grandparents. When it was Mu Ziwei's turn, Grandma Yun and Grandpa Yun stared at Mu Ziwei in a daze, their eyes wide open in shock.
Everyone was a little confused. Meng Zhiyu hugged her grandmother's arm and said jokingly, "Grandma, what's wrong with you? Brother Mu is quite handsome, but there's no need to be so shocked, right?"
Grandma Yun and Grandpa Yun came back to their senses, but they couldn't stop glancing at him. Grandma Yun couldn't help but ask, "Ziwei, right? I want to ask if there are any elders in your family who look like you?"
When Meng Zhiyu heard this question, she somehow thought of her biological father whom she had never met, and looked at Mu Ziwei.
Mu Ziwei was also a little confused. After hearing Grandma Yun's question, he thought he might have met an old friend of his family's elders. "That's true. I don't look like my father, but I look a lot like my uncle."
Meng Zhiyu's heart tightened, wondering if Mu Ziwei's uncle was her biological father?
Grandpa Yun calmed himself down, held his wife's hand, and continued to ask, "So how many children does your uncle have?"
In fact, what Grandpa Yun really wanted to ask was whether his uncle was married, but since it was the first time they met each other, it was not appropriate to ask so directly.
Mu Ziwei looked at the expressions of Grandpa Yun and Grandma Yun, realizing that things were not simple. He suppressed his smile and answered seriously, "No, my uncle is not married. It's just that he seems to have been looking for someone these years, but he just hasn't found one."
Grandma Yun and Grandpa Yun exchanged a glance, then looked at Zhiyu with complicated expressions. They said nothing more. The others also noticed something was wrong, but remained silent. The Zhou family's courtyard, which had been noisy just now, suddenly became quiet, and only the chirping of cicadas outside could be heard.
Meng Zhiyu thought of the cloud-shaped wooden sign she had stored away in her space, and asked the question that Grandpa Yun and the others also wanted to ask, "Does your uncle's name contain the character 'ze'?"
Mu Ziwei glanced at Zhiyu in surprise and said, "Yes, my uncle's name is Mu Zhengze."
Meng Zhiyu and the Yun family didn't say anything else. Yun's eldest aunt and Yun's second aunt directly changed the subject and continued to talk about Zhiyu and Song Bai's marriage.
Mu Ziwei was like a cat's claw in his heart. He seized the opportunity to pull Zhiyu out and asked directly, "Do you and Grandma Yun know my uncle? Do you know who my uncle is looking for?"
Meng Zhiyu looked at Mu Ziwei with a face full of greetings with emotion. He didn't expect that the man calling him "Brother Mu, Brother Mu" might actually be his real brother.
"Give me some time, I'll tell you after I get married." She never thought that one day she would have the opportunity to meet her biological father.
Hearing her say this, Siran Mu Ziwei was extremely curious, but still patiently nodded in agreement, "You said after marriage, then I want to know the answer the day after tomorrow."
"good."
The next day, Meng Zhiyu was woken up while still asleep. She squinted her eyes as she washed and dressed.
Song Yun, who had experienced this in his previous life, and Li Tingman, who had experienced this in his previous life, took the lead in the command.
After a ceremony, Meng Zhiyu was sent to the new house, which was renovated by Zhou Songbai.
By the time all the guests had left, it was already getting late. By the time Meng Zhiyu and Zhou Songbai had sorted out the gift money and the list of names, it was already time for dinner.
After dinner, Meng Zhiyu and Zhou Songbai washed up and sat stiffly by the bed.
Zhou Songbai coughed lightly, "It's getting late, and we've been tired all day. Let's go to bed?"
Although he had lived two lives, this was his first wedding night. Meng Zhiyu couldn't help but feel a little shy. "Okay."
Zhou Songbai held Zhiyu and lay on the bed, then leaned over to kiss her. After a sound of clothes rubbing against each other, there was a cry of pain and a man's low voice of comfort.
Then, there were creaking sounds from the wooden bed one after another, and light hums and low gasps intertwined together, ringing in the dark room.
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