The wedding ceremony began only after all the guests were seated.
Ying Qian sat obediently at the table closest to the stage, and it seemed that only a few people around her knew her true identity in sitting there.
The lights suddenly dimmed.
The spotlight moved with the white wedding dress, and all eyes were on the beautiful bride.
The groom stood tall and straight, his eyes seeming not to see a beautiful woman, but starlight, to see the one he loved.
The applause was deafening, all to bless the newlyweds.
They exchanged vows, rings, served tea, and gave red envelopes... everything was just right.
The man paused for a moment when he saw the conspicuous Ying Qian, but was pulled away by the woman next to him the next second. They were a handsome couple and a perfect match.
Although Ying Yong is approaching forty, he still looks like he is under thirty.
The woman attracted even more attention; her graceful figure was fully displayed in her tight-fitting red toasting dress. As she walked from table to table, her delicate fragrance filled the air, captivating everyone.
Ying Qian picked up some food, her expression unreadable.
Occasionally, Chen Wenzhi would put some food on her plate, and she would look up and give a slight smile.
Amidst the deafening gongs and drums, the two mismatched individuals appeared as insignificant as dust.
Nobody noticed.
The little boy ran over, holding a red envelope in his hand. He looked up at Ying Qian and smiled, "Sister Xuhe, this is a red envelope from Daddy!"
Chen Wenzhi turned around and saw Ying Qian staring blankly, so he reached out and took the red envelope.
The red envelope was very thick, containing about a thousand yuan.
The little boy ran back to his grandmother's arms.
Ying Qian smiled faintly, glanced at it, and curved her lips into a smile, "Is it a lot of money?"
"one thousand."
"...A lot?" she asked again, with a hint of self-mockery. "Chen Wenzhi, should I not be here? They don't welcome me at all."
Chen Wenzhi paused for a moment, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and he took the money out of the red envelope and put it into Ying Qian's bag. "Why shouldn't it be like this? It's a matter of course, a family tradition."
As for the empty red envelope, Chen Wenzhi casually threw it away, leaving it lying alone in the trash can.
The wedding was almost over, and the bride and groom were drinking with friends, planning to go out for karaoke that evening.
Meng Beiyan sat alone in the corner smoking. When he threw away the extinguished cigarette butt, he noticed a red envelope folded into a square in the trash can. His eyes lit up, and curiosity led him to pick it up.
The words at the seal are written very clearly.
"Don't come looking for me again. I'll transfer the money to Meng Beiyan."
Meng Beiyan glanced at the red envelope, took out his phone, snapped a picture, then tore it to shreds and threw it into the trash can without a second thought.
It's the same old story.
It's always the same; he can't give Ying Qian any affection, he can't give Ying Qian anything right now.
He hadn't drunk any alcohol at noon, and suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded.
In the evening, Ying Qian followed the crowd back to the unfamiliar luxury residential area.
A tall building adorned with the character "囍" (double happiness) came into view, next to which were trash cans, and piles of black garbage bags on the ground, emitting a foul stench.
A CD stung Ying Qian's eyes. She seemed somewhat frightened and rushed over to see what the CD looked like.
It's pink, and the words "Happy Wedding" are printed on it.
Suddenly, his whole body trembled, his hands shook uncontrollably, and his breathing stopped.
Memories overlap with the past.
...
On a spring afternoon, the sleepy girl rubbed her eyes and saw a CD on the table.
She picked it up, yawned, and asked, "Brother, what is a wedding?"
Meng Beiyan, who was doing his homework at the table, stopped writing, glanced at the screen, and patiently explained, "It was when your parents first got together."
"Can I put this disc in?" The little finger pointed to the DVD on the table.
Meng Beiyan smiled and ruffled her hair. "Why don't you go ask your mother?"
So the little girl ran to her mother's side and asked in a sweet voice, "Mommy, can I watch the 'Happy Wedding' DVD with my brother?"
"Of course, Mommy looks even prettier in the video than she does now." The woman gently leaned down and pinched Ying Qian's cheek. "Mommy was wearing a pretty dress too..."
"Really!" The girl ran out of the kitchen, shouting, "Brother! Brother, don't do your homework! Watch DVDs with me, okay?"
"Okay—I won't write anymore." Meng Beiyan tidied up the desk and put the disc into the DVD player. "I'll listen to you, I'll listen to everything you say..."
...
Chen Wenzhi stood quietly to the side. Seeing her lost in thought, he leaned down and subconsciously brushed away the stray hairs that were obscuring her vision. He said softly, "I knew I shouldn't have agreed to let you come. You didn't eat or drink well, and you're full of complaints."
Noticing her trembling, his Adam's apple bobbed dryly a few times. He grasped her cold hand, her pale face filling him with immense worry. He hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
He spotted the disc where everyone's eyes were focused and had a general idea of what was going on.
The next second.
Ying Qian turned around and hugged him, pressing her fingers against his spine until they turned white. He quickly straightened up so that the two of them could maintain their embrace.
Only tears rolled down her cheeks, her face pressed against the warm clothes, her hair tie came loose, and her smooth hair fell down in a messy and disheveled state.
Tears seeped through the thin sweatshirt, drop by drop.
Overwhelmed by grief, Ying Qian buried her face in the warm embrace of the chest, but only a chill crept into her heart; she was unable to calm down.
Chen Wenzhi frowned, flustered and helpless. He ran his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head, and wrapped his other arm around her slender waist, soothingly whispering, "Sweetie... shall we go home?"
"Mmm..." Ying Qian sobbed incessantly, tears streaming down her face. She looked up at Chen Wenzhi's distressed expression through her teary eyes, feeling as if her heart was being pierced by countless tiny needles.
Tears flowed uncontrollably like a spring, her petite figure enveloped by the towering silhouette, her blood surging, and everything gradually came to an end...
The parents' story ended completely at that moment.
And she became an outsider. From then on, she could no longer stand in front of Ying Yong as his daughter. She became Meng Xuhe, and could only be Meng Xuhe from now on.
“Chen Wenzhi, this DVD is from my parents’ wedding…” She wiped her tears in Chen Wenzhi’s arms a few times and said slowly, “I watched this DVD when I was very young… My mother was very beautiful back then…”
"Um."
When she was confiding in him, Chen Wenzhi could only be a listener most of the time; he couldn't judge her parents as a participant.
a long time.
"Chen Wenzhi, let's go home..." Ying Qian's eyes were slightly red, and two tear tracks appeared on her fair face. Her chest heaved with sobs. "Go...home...okay?"
Looking into her clear, bright eyes, Chen Wenzhi inappropriately recalled the two lines written on the red envelope and said without hesitation, "Okay, let's go home tonight."
Go home, go home to my home, and from now on, it will be your home too.
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