Inside a black SUV in front of the Yuncheng Civil Affairs Bureau.
In Balu's rough palm lay two small red books, each only as big as his palm. The bright red color of the books made his heart hot, and all the blood in his body rushed against his heart, making him feel as if his whole body was boiling.
"Wife, is this how marriage is done in China? From now on, you are my official wife, recognized by the Chinese government?"
Nanxi couldn't help laughing when she saw his expression. "Of course, Dailong, if you were a Chinese soldier, we would both be in a military marriage, protected by national laws. Anyone who dares to disrupt a military marriage will go to jail."
"Hehe..." He smiled foolishly and scratched his head. In Myanmar, there was no need to be so troublesome. If anyone dared to steal his wife, he would just take up a gun and fight him to death.
Nanxi pinched his face and said, "Silly boy, give me my copy. I asked Aunt Ying to put it away in the old house."
"No." The man opened his black jacket with his big hands and stuffed the red book into the inside pocket near his heart.
"This is my lifeblood. I can't give it to you. If you ever have other ideas, I'll go to China and take this thing to them to make a decision for me. You said your laws protect me now."
The man quickly zipped up his outer garment. He had never worn formal clothes in his life, but today he wore it neatly, with the zipper pulled up to his Adam's apple, as if he was afraid that she would snatch the marriage certificate and go back on her word.
"Wife, when I get back I'll tell Brother Meng to take a few more days off so we can have our honeymoon. After your mourning period is over, we can go back to Yuncheng for the wedding, okay?"
He has always been a rough person, but he also remembers that his little wife is a lady from a prominent family in China. He cannot force her to break many of the Chinese rules. That is the inheritance given to her by her family and the source of her inner peace and fulfillment.
"Yeah." Nanxi smiled faintly, "Okay, husband."
She was teasing him on purpose, but the man opposite her had a rolling Adam's apple and was clearly emotionally turbulent.
"What's wrong with you?" She touched his handsome face, which was resolute and slightly cold.
"Wife..." The man's eyes were sore, "Do I officially have a family now?"
She suddenly understood the weight of these words.
He was young and lonely, shed blood on the battlefield, and survived many life-threatening situations. He was only twenty-two years old and had experienced too much darkness and suffering in the world. For people like them, home might be the only glimpse of skylight on the turbulent sea in the dark night. Once it is in their arms, they will never let it go, no matter life or death.
"Yes, Balu, you have a home. Wherever I am, that's your home." She had never responded to him so formally. This was the first time she spoke and acknowledged their home.
"Wife..." The man's broad chest wrapped her tightly, warm, dry, solid, and airtight.
"Ba Xiaolu, hold me tighter, I can't breathe." Nanxi slapped him, "You're strangling me like a bull."
The man let go, held her little face in his hands and laughed foolishly, kissing her left and right, and he could never get enough of it.
"Okay, let's drive quickly. Aunt Ying is still waiting for us to go back. Didn't she say she's leaving the country tomorrow? I've made an appointment with Liang Lu to get together tonight."
"Can I bring my family?" The man now has a particularly good impression of this word. Nan Xiaoxi's family seems to make him happier than the title of deputy commander of the Yangon Military Region.
"No, we're two girls having a private conversation, why are you, a grown man, following us?" The little woman rolled her eyes at him and said, "Just stay home."
At dinner, Aunt Ying held a ceremony to celebrate their marriage. The main door of the ancestral hall was opened wide, and the eldest daughter of the Nan family, with her young and promising handsome husband, was presided over by the Nan family's highly respected old uncle. They burned incense and lit candles, and informed the ancestors of the marriage certificate and engagement letter, all of which were written by the old uncle himself and placed on the altar in the ancestral hall.
The bloody beast in the jungle had never been so nervous. His palms were sweating and his back was stiff. He did not dare to neglect every movement. He restrained the murderous aura in his body and sat at the same table with several elders of the Nan family. He toasted and responded to the conversation with all kinds of etiquette.
After the meal, his inner vest was completely soaked with sweat. He remained calm and composed when he followed Mengge to attend the expanded ASEAN meeting. Now, he was accompanying a few white-bearded old men, his mouth was crooked with smiles, and he had to stand up from time to time to toast and serve tea and water.
There was no other way. Even Brother Meng and Brother Jin had to put on aprons and go into the kitchen to work when they arrived at their father-in-law's house. I was just starting out. The Nan family was a huge clan, and there would be many more scenes like this in the future.
He really didn't expect that his delicate and gentle little wife was not only doted on in the Nan family, but also had a unique status in the family. Getting a marriage certificate was such a big deal. No wonder when Nan Zhenguo passed away, Brother Jing and Brother Meng were so busy to come and support him. Compared with her, he, a lonely man, was lucky not to be asked to marry into the family.
However, as long as Nan Suzhi was around, the Nan family would not let him marry into the family. He knew this very well.
But for him, it doesn’t make much difference whether Nan Xiaoxi marries her or he marries Nan Xiaoxi.
"Wife, I have never laughed so many times in my life. My mouth is sore from laughing." After seeing off several elders, as soon as he entered the bedroom, Balu lay in his young wife's arms, resting his head on her legs, and began to complain.
"What are you talking about? That's not even a smile. It's uglier than crying. If you can't smile, then don't smile. Before my uncle left, he said you're good in every way except that you're a little silly. He wanted me to remind you to be smarter in society and not smile at everyone you meet."
"Hey, Nan Xiaoxi, I'm still a big shot in northern Myanmar. I've fallen completely into your hands and there's no way I can get up." The man held her waist, his hands starting to get dishonest. "Wife, I want to make it up to you. Hurry and comfort your husband's broken heart."
"Ouch~" Nanxi reached out and pinched him, "Don't tear it apart, I have to go out soon."
"What are you doing out at night? You can't go. It's dangerous." The man held her tightly and refused to let go.
"No, Liang Lu finally came back to Yuncheng, and I happened to be here too. If we don't meet now, I don't know when we'll meet again."
She pushed the man's head away and said, "Be good, stay home. I'll be there now. Come pick me up when I'm done."
Seeing that playing dirty was useless, Baru sighed and said, "Come on, I'll take you there. With your driving skills, you'll be towed back in less than ten minutes."
The first time he saw her driving, she drove very uniquely. Later he found out that she had a poor sense of direction and a terrible sense of driving. What Balu feared most was that she drove by herself.
"It's okay, I'm familiar with the roads in Yuncheng, and I've driven by myself a few times before, so it's no problem." Nanxi didn't care. She went to the cloakroom, got a coat, put it on, and was about to leave.
"I have a problem, ancestor. I have a heart problem. If you drive me, my heart will jump out of my throat. Please spare me. I will be your slave."
He accepted his fate, turned over and stood up, and followed his wife out.
"Is it this white bag?" he asked, picking up the bag that Nanxi carried during the day from the bag rack.
"Yes." Nanxi nodded. "There's a brown bag next to it. Take it with you. It's a gift for Liang Lu."
"Okay, honey." The man roughly put his wife's bag around his neck and followed her with the bag in his hand.
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