Without saying anything more, Yun Qiao quickly said goodbye to his uncle, aunt, brothers and sisters, and hurriedly got out of the car.
Yun Qiao got off the train, and within two minutes, the train started moving.
She stood on the platform, waving goodbye to her family through the window, and finally watched the train gradually go away until it disappeared from her sight.
After leaving the train station, Yun Qiao did not drive directly home. Instead, he stopped at Qin Lin's workplace, returned the car to him, and then took a shuttle bus back home.
It was just past ten o'clock when Feng Juan asked her, "Now that you've dropped her off, are you going back to school too?"
Yun Qiao nodded. "Yes, I have to go back to school. My uncle and the others have been here for five days. Excluding Sunday, I've missed four days of classes in total. I have to hurry and catch up on those missed classes. Otherwise, the missed classes will pile up and it will be difficult to understand them."
"Let's go after dinner." Feng Juan glanced at the wall clock and said, "It's already past ten o'clock. It will take you until after eleven to get to school by bus, and you won't be able to catch your morning classes. It's better to go after dinner."
Yun Qiao hummed and replied, "Okay."
Feng Juan said happily, "Then I'll cook early so I don't delay your afternoon classes."
"Okay." Yun Qiao said, "I'll take a shower first. Although there is a bathhouse in the school, it's too far away and it's not convenient to take a shower."
It is not realistic to take a shower every day at school. I could still bear it when it was cold the day before yesterday, but now it is getting hotter and hotter, and the amount of sweat increases every day. I can't stand it without taking a shower.
Students living on campus can only carry a washbasin, add some cold or hot water to it, and hide in the bathroom or toilet cubicle to wipe their bodies every night, which is very inconvenient.
So every time Yun Qiao went to school, he would take a shower and wash his hair to make himself feel more comfortable.
After taking a shower, Yun Qiao put on her cotton home skirt and sat under the grape trellis in the yard to dry her hair.
She faced north, with her back to the door, letting the warm sun shine on her wet hair. Then she would occasionally play with the deep layers of her hair, trying to make it dry as quickly as possible.
With his chin supported by his elbow, Yun Qiao looked into the void, his mind somewhat blank.
When his hair was about 60% dry, the water finally stopped dripping. Yun Qiao was about to get up and go into the house when he suddenly heard a knock on the door outside the yard.
Yun Qiao turned around and opened the door, and Bian Qi asked, "Who is it?"
Chen Qiyun recognized Yun Qiao's voice and said, "Sister Yun Qiao, it's me, Chen Qiyun."
Yun Qiao quickly opened the courtyard door and welcomed Shen Qiyun in: "Sister Qiyun, please come in."
"I'm here to deliver the invitations. I won't come in after delivering the invitations." Shen Qiyun said, taking out a handwritten invitation card from his bag and handing it to Yun Qiao.
Yun Qiao noticed that she had at least dozens of them in her bag.
"Invitation? Are you getting married?" Yun Qiao opened his eyes wide in surprise, reached out to take it, and looked down. Sure enough, it said on the invitation that Uncle Qin Lin, Aunt Feng Juan, and their whole family were sincerely invited to attend the wedding ceremony of Chen Qiyun and his lover Zhou Heyi to be held at the Red Star Hotel in Beijing on June 6, 1978.
There will also be detailed information on the time and location of the wedding, including the floor and hall number.
Chen Qiyun smiled happily, "Yes. After all these years, He Yi and I still feel that each other is the most suitable life partner. After careful consideration, we have decided to remarry."
"I sincerely invite you, Uncle Qin, Aunt Feng, and Jingwan to come with your children to attend my wedding."
"Okay, we'll deliver on time." Yun Qiao said, "Congratulations, and I wish you happiness."
"By your good wishes." After delivering the invitations and finishing the business, Chen Qiyun smiled and asked about Yun Qiao's situation: "Aren't you going to college? I remember that freshmen are required to live on campus. Why are you away from home?"
"Freshmen do have to live on campus, but my situation is a bit special," Yun Qiao explained. "My relatives came to visit me these past two days, so I took a few days off to entertain them."
Chen Qiyun nodded: "That's right. I haven't been home these days, so I don't know. Is he still there? Neighbors, please say hello."
"Just now." Yun Qiao said, "I just dropped him off at the train station the other morning."
"That's unfortunate." Shen Qiyun said, "So you're going to school tomorrow?"
"Yes, in a day." Yun Qiao said, "I missed a few days of medical studies and need to make up for it."
Chen Qiyun nodded: "Then I won't waste your time. You go ahead and get busy. I still have to deliver invitations somewhere else. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Sister Qiyun."
Yun Qiao waved goodbye to Shen Qiyun, and when she was about to reach the next door, he closed the gate to the yard and turned to go back into the house.
She walked into the living room with the invitation. Feng Juan poked her head out of the kitchen and asked, "Did someone come just now? I thought I heard you talking to someone."
Yun Qiao replied, "It was Sister Qiyun from next door who came over."
"Chen Qiyun?" Feng Juan frowned upon hearing this and asked, "I haven't seen her for half a month. What is she doing here?"
"Send the invitation." Yun Qiao waved the red invitation in his hand.
"Sending an invitation? Is she remarrying Zhou Heqi?!" Feng Juan asked.
Yun Qiao nodded: "Yes."
Feng Juan said, "Bring the invitation here and let me see it."
Yun Qiao walked over and handed her the invitation: "The wedding will be held on the sixth of next month in the second porch of the third floor of the Red Star Hotel."
"The Red Star Hotel is a big hotel. I've been there before. It has a large hall that can accommodate 20 tables."
These days, the situation of holding weddings is quite different from before. There are no lavish banquets, but the main purpose is to invite familiar relatives and friends to get together and have a meal.
In addition, due to the planned economy, various tickets were hard to come by, so having ten tables at a wedding was considered quite grand.
For example, when Yun Qiao and He Tingjun got married, there were only less than ten tables.
If this is the case for first marriages, many second-time couples simply don't hold a wedding. The two families sit together, invite friends to have a meal together, set up one or two tables, and then they consider it a marriage.
So Feng Juan sighed and commented bluntly, "They're getting remarried, and they're holding such a high-profile wedding. They're really afraid that others won't know they're divorced, and they're not ashamed of it."
Yun Qiao smiled helplessly and advised, "Mom, everyone has different ideas. They want to have fun, and it doesn't cost us any money, so why should we care so much?"
Feng Juan snorted, put the invitation aside, and said, "When she got married in Beijing, your father and I gave her five yuan as a gift. You and your brother got married in the Northeast, and many people in Beijing didn't know about it. We didn't give any gifts, and the Shen family didn't give any either. We gave her two yuan for every yuan we gave, but she didn't give us anything. We really lost out."
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