"Do you remember that afternoon when you were looking for the skirt?" He Xiao's magnetic voice rang out.
Song Jia was encircled by him, pressed against the wall, and their eyes met.
"How did you know..." Her face still held a stubborn grievance, with tears hanging on her cheeks.
He Xiao's rough fingertips traced across her delicate skin, wiping away her tears.
"That day, I was the one taking the picture. From the first moment I saw you, my heart was in turmoil. This must be what they call love at first sight in novels. Since meeting you, I feel that life has suddenly become boring, and I can't muster the energy to do anything."
From then on, I often went to the photo studio to take pictures. Sometimes I wouldn't see you, and sometimes I would catch a glimpse of you. Even that one glimpse could make me happy for a long time.
Later, I realized I couldn't continue like this, so I hired a matchmaker.
Do you still think I don't like you?
An almost suppressed smile gradually appeared on Song Jia's face, her eyes suddenly sparkling, and she managed to squeeze out a sentence in a voice barely audible:
"Then why are you always so indifferent to me..."
Suddenly, He Xiao lowered his head and captured her lips, unable to resist the urge to possess her any longer, prying open her teeth and repeatedly rubbing them together.
"Waaah~"
At first, Song Jia was startled by his intense actions, but later she became captivated by the passionate kiss.
After a long while, He Xiao released her, resting his chin on her shoulder and panting slightly, "Was this passionate enough?"
Song Jia buried her head in his chest, her face blushing like cooked shrimp.
"Yes, that's great."
"Want to try again?"
"Um."
After opening their hearts to each other, the two couldn't wait to be together all the time. He Xiao bought a gold ring and took the opportunity to kneel down on one knee and propose.
The two then decided to get married as soon as possible.
Upon reading this part of the letter, Jiang Ning and Lin Chen let out a motherly smile.
How romantic!
Jiang Ning thoroughly enjoyed gossiping about other people's love lives.
Lin Chen pulled her into a hug and teased her in the ear, "Tonight, I'll kneel down and propose to you."
Jiang Ning blushed with embarrassment at the thought of that position, and punched his chest with her little fist, but secretly she was looking forward to it.
On the day of Song Jia's wedding, the two dressed up and went to the wedding banquet.
Lin Chen rode his bicycle, and Jiang Ning, wearing a light yellow coat, sat on the back, her arms around his waist, her loose hair flying in the air—a truly handsome couple.
Gao Baoliang looked at them with envy:
Where are you going?
Their house is still under construction, and they're already running off to play like this; they're incredibly carefree.
Lin Chen stopped the car, bracing his legs on the ground. "A friend is getting married, I'm going to the wedding banquet. When will I get to attend your wedding banquet?"
Gao Baoliang scratched his forehead with his fingers. "Almost there, almost there."
I thought to myself, "You guys should just leave already, don't bring up things you don't want to talk about."
If Meng Jiao agrees to get married, shouldn't they have done it sooner?
The key point is that their relationship, though described as lovers, was only slightly better than that of good friends. At most, they would hold hands, but they had never even kissed.
Meng Jiao's favorite topic of conversation with him was books. She could talk about the plot of a book for a long time with great enthusiasm. However, when the conversation turned to other things, she lost interest and didn't want to say a word.
He could only try to please her and talk about things that interested her.
However, seeing her happy made him feel as sweet as if he had eaten honey.
During the Chinese New Year, he tentatively asked her if she wanted to meet his parents, but she refused.
It is said that only by spending more time together can two people know whether they are compatible.
After parting ways with Lin Chen and the others, Gao Baoliang arrived at the educated youth settlement with a sense of excitement.
He saw from afar that Meng Jiao and Yang Xu were sitting under the eaves, discussing a book.
Yang Xu's body language was very expressive; sometimes he would gesticulate wildly, and sometimes he would lean his head toward Meng Jiao.
Meng Jiao was also enjoying herself, occasionally letting out a few giggles.
Gao Baoliang clenched his fists, he was furious.
She has never smiled at herself like that before!
With a dark expression, he walked over and said coldly to Yang Xu, "Yang, the educated youth, Secretary Lin wants to see you. He wants you to go there."
Yang Xu looked bewildered, not knowing why Secretary Lin wanted to see him, but he still told Meng Jiao and left.
Seeing Gao Baoliang's dark face, Meng Jiao knew he was unhappy and quickly explained:
"Don't misunderstand, I was just discussing the contents of the book with him."
Gao Baoliang snorted: "Looks like I've disturbed you."
Meng Jiaojiao's pretty face immediately turned bright red: "Baoliang, what do you mean? Does that mean that after I started dating you, I can't have normal conversations with other people?"
As the company commander, you deal with commune members every day, including many women. Do you expect me to throw a tantrum at you every single time?
Since you disapprove of my behavior so much, there's no need for us to continue...
She felt extremely wronged; her eyes were red as she spoke, and tears seemed about to fall at any moment.
Upon hearing her accusations, Gao Baoliang immediately panicked, flustered and unsure how to comfort her.
He went over to her, patted her back, and gently comforted her:
"Okay, stop crying. If others see this, they'll think I did something to you! It was my fault for saying such strange things without even knowing the facts."
Meng Jiao then wiped away her tears and glared at him.
The two then reconciled and returned to normalcy.
When he left, he ran into Yang Xu, who was returning home.
Yang Xu angrily questioned him, asking why he had lied to him.
Gao Baoliang chuckled softly, patted his shoulder, and said, "Do you want to go back to the city as soon as possible?"
Yang Xu said impatiently, "Of course I want to. I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place for even one more day."
Gao Baoliang whispered in his ear, "Do as I say..."
Yang Xu left thoughtfully, never daring to get too close to Meng Jiao again.
......
Song Jia and He Xiao's wedding was held in the textile factory's auditorium. The scene was very grand, and both sets of parents attended in their finest attire.
The bride and groom, dressed in beautiful traditional Chinese wedding attire, completed the ceremony on the stage.
Jiang Ning and Lin Chen sat on the chairs in the auditorium, smiling and offering their blessings throughout.
Of course, in a casual glance to the side, she still saw a girl in the audience with a dark expression. She looked at He Xiao with admiration, but at Song Jia with resentment and provocation.
Jiang Ning originally wanted to remind Song Jia, but when she saw the couple toasting the girl at the wedding banquet, she gave up the idea.
In any case, external threats are a test for the wedding banquet.
Life is long, and only couples who pass the test can go on together.
By the time they got home, it was already past seven o'clock.
Zhang Lei and the others had finished eating and were burping as they prepared to go home.
Luo Guangming reported today's progress to Lin Chen.
"How about that? We're moving fast, aren't we? We'll be raising the roof beam in just a few days," Zhang Lei said with a smile as he left.
His meaning was clear: he was reminding Lin Chen to prepare the items needed for the day the roof beam was raised.
Raising the roof beam is a ritual.
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