Zhou Lu Wedding
Ji Yuxing knew that his trip to Hebei would be urgent, but he did not expect it to be this urgent.
The message was delivered by Zhou Zhu the afternoon before, the notification was given early the next morning, and the journey was to be completed that very evening.
When Sheng Dongsheng's notice reached Ji Yuxing, Ji Yuxing was strolling outside with Chai Feixue.
Ji Yuxing looked at the slightly rough letter and gave a helpless bitter smile: "I thought I would be able to see Zhang Chenglin in Shandong."
“Life is so long,” Chai Feixue reached out and patted his hand that was hanging by his side, comforting him, “You’ll have a chance to meet again in the future, won’t you?”
“When the country is shattered and the smoke of war is everywhere,” Ji Yuxing turned slightly to the side, not letting Chai Feixue see the sadness in his eyes, “who knows if there will be a tomorrow.”
Chai Feixue was startled. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but was speechless.
On the way back, Ji Yuxing told Chai Feixue that Fengyue was currently at Zhang Chenglin's house.
Chai Feixue's face lit up with joy: "Then I'll go find her tomorrow!"
Ji Yuxing raised an eyebrow and nodded: "Okay."
Thinking of romance, Chai Feixue's eyes lit up with joy: "Once the war is over and you come back, you must persuade Alin to marry her as soon as possible."
It was rare for Ji Yuxing to hear her take the initiative to talk about other people's affairs, and it was also rare for her to meddle in the affairs of his friends. He asked in surprise, "What? Why are you concerned about those two?"
The relationship between Zhang Chenglin and Feng Yue has never been discussed openly, but many people can probably guess it, so few people mention the relationship between Zhang Chenglin and Feng Yue, especially the matter of Zhang Chenglin marrying her.
But Chai Feixue brought it up anyway.
“He’s not even in Shandong,” Chai Feixue said with a smile, “but he still lets Fengyue stay at his house. It’s just that the timing isn’t right. If the timing were right, wouldn’t good things be just around the corner?”
“Having lived through such a chaotic world,” Chai Feixue said, her tone no longer as light as before. She lowered her eyes slightly and added, “For every person who survives, there should be someone who is happy, shouldn’t there be someone who is?”
“Hmm,” Ji Yuxing’s gaze fell on her, and he suddenly smiled as he looked at her: “Someone should always be happy.”
Ji Yuxing didn't even have time to go home. He only asked Zhou Zhu to go home and get his luggage before setting off for Hebei with the team that Tan Yuanbo had arranged in Shandong.
Ji Yongkang and Cheng Shulan were waiting at home for Chai Feixue to come home for dinner. As soon as they saw her, Ji Yongkang asked, "He's gone?"
Chai Feixue hesitated for a moment before entering the room, then nodded: "Mm."
Ji Yongkang didn't say anything more, but just picked up his chopsticks and ate his meal silently.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Cheng Shulan said in a muffled voice, "You didn't even have time to come back and say hello."
"What do you know?" Before Cheng Shulan could finish speaking, Ji Yongkang suddenly put down his chopsticks and said, "When the smoke of war rises and the country is shattered, he should be at the forefront. Our country needs thousands upon thousands of people like him to get better."
“I…” Cheng Shulan began, wanting to say something more, but Chai Feixue looked at them, gently shook her head, and turned to go to the kitchen.
The next day at noon, Chai Feixue knocked on Zhang Chenglin's door with newly bought fruit.
Since Zhang Chenglin returned to Shanghai, few people have come to this house. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Fengyue, who was sunbathing in the courtyard, slowly turned her head to look at the dark door and watched the old butler hurry to open it.
More than anyone else, she hoped that he would come back.
The door opened, and standing in the doorway was Chai Feixue, carrying several bags of fruit.
"Long time no see," Chai Feixue said with a smile, carrying fruit and walking briskly inside, heading straight to Feng Yue.
Feng Yue stood up, the surprise in her eyes vanishing in an instant, followed by a smile: "When did you arrive in Shandong?"
“The day before yesterday,” Chai Feixue said, linking her arm with hers as they walked into the main room, “you look thinner than you did during the New Year.”
"I..." Feng Yue was interrupted by Chai Feixue before she could finish speaking: "Don't tell me you're on a diet, you're already thin enough."
Upon hearing this, Fengyue simply smiled and shook her head, saying nothing more.
Once inside the main room, Fengyue brewed her some tea and asked, "Is Ji Yuxing in Shandong recently? Did you come here with his parents?"
“Yes,” Chai Feixue’s smile faded slightly, and she sighed, “The Northeast is too chaotic. It’s impossible to live a normal life there anymore. The elderly can’t withstand the turmoil there, so they can only come here to lay low for a while.”
“That’s good,” Fengyue nodded upon hearing this, “If the family is together, he won’t have to worry about you all the time.”
“If only that were true,” Chai Feixue said helplessly. “He just left this morning, heading to Hebei.”
Fengyue remained silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What about Mr. Zhang? Will he also go to Hebei?"
“I don’t know,” Chai Feixue gently stroked Fengyue’s arm, as if to comfort her, as if to show her pity. “No matter where they are, I believe they will come back safely.”
"When the war ends, the sun will rise again from the east."
Feng Yue lowered her eyes and nodded, without saying a word.
Chai Feixue stayed at Zhang Chenglin's house until it got dark before getting up to say goodbye. Before leaving, she made an appointment with Fengyue to come again the next day.
Fengyue naturally wouldn't refuse, and said with a smile, "Okay."
However, when Chai Feixue arrived the next day, she brought an invitation.
At that time, Fengyue had just finished lunch and was sitting under the covered walkway outside the main hall, looking at the invitation card in her hand with a worried expression.
"Fengyue, Lu Jinhe's wedding is in a few days, let's go together!" Chai Feixue walked over and saw that she was holding the invitation in her hand, so she started calling out to people without saying a word.
Feng Yue's expression became even more troubled, and she asked, "Are you going?"
“Yes,” Chai Feixue didn’t understand her hesitation, “Why not go? Lu Jinhe’s father is the biggest landowner in Shandong. Ji Yuxing and Zhang Chenglin are both based in Shandong and are well-known figures. It wouldn’t be appropriate not to go, would it?”
“I know,” Fengyue sighed, handing her the invitation in her hand. “Look.”
"What?" Chai Feixue, unsure of what she was being shown, took the invitation with a puzzled look, only to be startled by a line on the invitation—
...We cordially invite Mr. Zhang Chenglin and Ms. Fengyue...
After reading it, Chai Feixue knew exactly what she was thinking, and suddenly laughed: "What's the big deal? But speaking of which, did you meet anyone from their family with Zhang Chenglin?"
It's no secret that Zhang Chenglin and Feng Yue are together, but the fact that the invitation was written like this means that someone in the family of the person having the wedding must have seen them together.
Feng Yue sighed helplessly, "Lu Jinhe and Zhuang Eryi came here together before."
“That’s it,” Chai Feixue said, handing the invitation back to her with a smile. “This invitation must have been written by Miss Lu herself.”
Feng Yue didn't speak, but Chai Feixue laughed again: "Alright, I know what you're worried about. You're afraid that Zhang Chenglin won't be in Shandong, and you'll be criticized for going there, right?"
"You can come with me then, and no one will say anything."
Feng Yue lowered his eyes, simply nodded, and said nothing.
*
The extravagance of Lu Jinhe's wedding left Chai Feixue speechless: "This is just too extravagant!"
Feng Yue glanced at her indifferently, a smile in her eyes.
“It seems that this Mr. Lu,” Chai Feixue said with a sigh, “is much richer than Ji Yuxing’s father.”
Before Feng Yue could even speak, someone called out, "Feng Yue!"
Hearing this unfamiliar voice, Fengyue turned around and saw Zhuang Eryi.
Standing next to her was Lu Jinhe, who hadn't yet changed into her wedding attire.
Feng Yue greeted Zhuang Eryi with a smile, then handed the gift in her hand to Lu Jinhe and said with a smile, "Happy wedding."
"Thank you," Lu Jinhe said gently as she took the gift. "I thought you weren't coming."
“Miss Lu personally wrote the invitations,” Feng Yue’s smile widened, “How could I not come?”
Lu Jinhe smiled and nodded, "Then you two chat first, I'll go prepare."
"good."
Zhuang Eryi did not go into the inner room with her, but sat down in the outer room with Fengyue and Chai Feixue.
Fengyue glanced at her. She was still wearing an exquisite British-style dress that was hard to find in China, and her face was covered in beautiful makeup. However, she had lost a lot of weight and was not as lively as she had been before the New Year.
Li Lianhuan's death had an impact on many people to varying degrees, but the one who was hit the hardest was her only daughter.
Feng Yue looked at her without speaking for a long time, as if he could see himself from many years ago in her.
When the auspicious hour arrived, the groom, Zhou Qi, the eldest son of the Zhou family, appeared at the Lu family's gate on time with the wedding party. The group of people walked in with joyful faces.
As the wedding procession passed through the outer room, Fengyue saw the eldest son of the Zhou family. He was handsome and refined, and Lu Jinhe could find no fault with him.
His smile was deep and genuine, the kind of joy that comes from finally marrying the person he loves.
As Zhou Qi entered, Zhuang Eryi and the matchmaker together covered Lu Jinhe's head with a red veil.
The door to the inner room was opened one-third of the way, and Fengyue saw the moment the veil was put on, and the sadness that Lu Jinhe couldn't hide in her eyes.
After the wedding procession went out, the outside was filled with the sounds of gongs, drums, and firecrackers, creating a lively atmosphere.
Zhuang Eryi, who was supposed to follow the honor guard, returned and stood in the outer room with Fengyue and Chai Feixue, watching the grand procession gradually disappear into the distance.
After the bright red procession finally disappeared from the street, Zhuang Eryi lowered his head and whispered, "A tragic fate."
Chai Feixue was too far away to hear it.
But Feng Yue was standing right next to Zhuang Eryi, so she naturally heard everything clearly.
After the honor guard left, the once lively Lu family home suddenly became quiet. The guests from the bride's side who hadn't accompanied the honor guard also bid farewell to Mr. and Mrs. Lu after watching the honor guard leave.
Amidst the joyous atmosphere, only Zhuang Eryi and Madam Lu had red eyes, yet they still smiled as they saw off the guests who had come today.
Feng Yue and Chai Feixue had lunch at the Lu family's house before returning home.
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