Coming out of Zhangjia Village, Wei Min led the donkey, occasionally turning his head to look at the person sitting on the donkey's back. He was even more excited than when he heard that he had passed the examination to become a scholar three years ago.
She had an obvious smile on her face and her brows were relaxed. Anyone who saw her knew that the second son of the Wei family must have married a husband of his dreams.
We walked along the path along the ridge of the field and arrived at a crowded place. When the villagers saw someone getting married, they all came out to watch for a while. Especially when they arrived at Qinghe Village where the Wei family lived, there were even more people watching.
Wei Min is one of the few scholars in the village. He is young and good-looking. If his family were not poor, he would have to live in an old house after marriage, without parents-in-law to help take care of the children. Besides the fact that his wife does not make money from studying, Wei Min is still the wife most men want to marry.
The Chen family also wanted to watch today to see which family would be willing to let their son marry Wei Xiucai and suffer.
But the Chen family's husband and Sun did not get along, and their youngest son had feelings for Wei Min, so the Chen family was too embarrassed to go out and see. The family stood at the door, pretending to chat with others, but actually looking at the road out of the corner of their eyes.
Unfortunately, the young man sitting on the donkey had a red veil on his head, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.
When they arrived at the old house, the donkey stopped.
Wei Min looked up at her husband sitting on the donkey. He didn't know what he was thinking. He held the bag tightly in his arms, his back straight, and he didn't even notice that the donkey had stopped.
The group was still waiting to see Wei Min get married, and the younger ones started to urge him, "Hurry up, what are you standing there for?"
Wei Min didn't care about them. When he saw Ah Ruan coming back to her senses after hearing the voices of the crowd, she lowered her head slightly, and didn't know where to put her hands because of her awkwardness. A smile couldn't help but appear in her eyes.
Wei Min stretched out his hand, wrapped his arm around A Ruan's slender waist, tightened his arms slightly, and with one force he lifted the person off the donkey's back.
Ah Ruan's already stiff back became even stiffer after she felt the arms tightening around her waist. Like a wooden stake, she was held straight down by Wei Min and stood straight beside her.
It was not until a white, slender, well-proportioned hand stretched out from under the red veil that Ah Ruan reacted a little late and tentatively placed his fingers in her palm.
As soon as my fingers touched the palm, they were grabbed by someone. The palm of the hand holding his was warm and dry, without any calluses from rough work, and felt very soft.
The eyes are covered and the sense of touch is more sensitive. Especially when he felt the other person gently lift his hand to indicate that he should step over the threshold, their palms were pressed together, and Ah Ruan felt his calloused palm pressed against hers...
Slowly, Aruan felt that the hand he was holding was getting a little hot. The heat flowed from the palm of his hand along the arm all the way up to his face, making his face red.
It felt a little hot, and I felt embarrassed and inferior. I wanted to pull my calloused hands out of the warm and dry palm, but for some reason I couldn't bear to do so.
No one had ever held her hand like this before, and it was the first time that Ah Ruan realized that when holding hands with palms against palms, the heart would beat so fast that even the breathing became a little disordered.
When I walked into the main room, everyone in the room was waiting.
Wei Min's parents have both passed away. His father passed away three years ago, and all the money in the family was used for his medical treatment and funeral. That was exactly the case. Wei Min passed the examination and became a scholar that year, but he did not take part in the provincial examination.
Without her parents, Wei Lian, as the eldest sister, and her husband Sun sat in the seat of honor in the hall. Wei Lian is eight years older than Wei Min, and this younger sister grew up on her back.
Bow to heaven and earth.
Bow twice to your parents.
The newlyweds bow to each other.
The simple yet solemn three bows ended with the crackling sound of firecrackers and the cheers of the crowd in the yard. Amidst the lively sounds, A Ruan was led into the inner room by his wife.
Through the red veil, A'ruan heard someone teasing Wei Min, saying that they heard that he was handsome, and asked her to lift the veil of her husband so that everyone could feast their eyes on him.
Ah Ruan's fingers were twisted together nervously under the wide sleeves.
Amid the noise, A'ruan did not wait for Wei Min to lift his veil. Instead, she saw herself standing in front of him, blocking everyone's view of him, and drove them out with a few words.
This was the first time that A Ruan heard Wei Min's voice, and also the first time he heard someone standing in front of him and defending him.
Ah Ruan felt a sour and swollen feeling in his heart, as if someone was squeezing and biting him wantonly.
My wife's voice is so nice.
Unfortunately, I am a mute.
A Ruan pinched his palms with his fingers. He could only hear his own breathing in the room. It was so quiet that he thought he was the only one in the room until a cup was handed to him from under the red veil.
The blue-gray porcelain cup made the hand holding it look even whiter. The bony hand held the cup and passed it under his veil. The water inside swayed gently with her movements, and steam was rising.
"Drink some hot water to warm yourself up first."
Just now, when Wei Min held his hand, he always felt that it was unbearably cold. The weather in early spring is indeed not very warm.
A Ruan was stunned for a moment, then quickly stretched out his hands to take the cup and nodded gently.
When Wei Min saw him take the cup, she had nothing else to say for a moment. The two of them stood facing each other in silence for a while, separated by a red veil. This silent atmosphere was not broken until Wei Lian called her out from outside the door to toast her.
Wei Min responded and went out.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, A Ruan's straight back relaxed slightly. Holding the porcelain cup in his hand, he took a sip of hot water.
Wei Lian asked Wei Min to come out and toast, but she was reluctant to let her drink more, so she just let her take a sip as a token of her appreciation.
There were two or three tables of people sitting in the small yard, and everyone gathered together to talk and eat.
As night slowly falls, the red lanterns and the bustling sounds in the yard make the usually deserted old house seem especially lively tonight.
After the two sisters Wei Min and Wei Lian sent all the guests away, they cleaned up the yard. It was already midnight when they finished. After Wei Min sent his sister and her family away, the courtyard returned to its former tranquility.
Wei Min grew up here. Standing in the deserted courtyard at night, he seemed to hear his childhood voice talking to his father, the laughter of his sister and he playing in the courtyard, and the voices of his father and mother talking at the door...
Wei Min looked up at the night sky. The moon was bright tonight, and the stars were shining. In the endless sky, there seemed to be two stars that were particularly bright... Wei Min closed his eyes and said silently: Mother, Father, I'm married, don't worry...
Her husband was still waiting in the inner room, and Wei Min didn't stand there for long before returning to the room.
After pouring the hot water out of the pot, Wei Min sat in the main room and washed his feet before bringing in a basin of clean hot water.
The bridal chamber, flowers, candles and soul-stirring night of a poor family's wedding are always more down-to-earth and down-to-earth than those described in storybooks. The scenes in storybooks where the red quilt is fluttered as soon as the door is closed are all lies.
You don’t have to take a shower when it’s cold, but you always have to wash your feet.
Wei Min put the basin aside, wiped the water off his hands, and walked to the bed.
A'ruan sat there quietly. If the porcelain cup that Wei Min had handed to him earlier had not been placed on the table, Wei Min would have thought that he had been sitting there without moving from beginning to end.
Wei Min was a little nervous, but still reached out and gently lifted the red veil on her husband's head.
The red candles carved with auspicious dragons and phoenixes illuminated the person under the veil. Ah Ruan's thick eyelashes trembled uneasily, his rosy lips were slightly pursed, and the rouge on his face made his originally fair face look pink...
The red on his lips and the powder on his face made A'ruan look much more energetic than when they first met...but the makeup was not right, and the person who did his makeup was obviously not an expert, so he looked a little tacky.
Wei Min lowered his eyes and smiled. No matter whether it was A'ruan who looked tacky with makeup or A'ruan who looked like she walked out of an ink painting without makeup, she was so beautiful.
"Come and wash your face."
Wei Min folded the veil in his hand and put it aside, and asked A'ruan to come over and wash up.
It was obviously the first time that A Ruan was served like this. He didn't react until Wei Min took his foot basin out.
Wei Min came back, lowered the thick cloth curtain of the inner room, closed the door, walked to the table, blew out the red candle, and slowly walked to the bed.
After washing his feet, A Ruan sat on the edge of the bed. It was not until the candle was blown out that he realized what might happen next.
The fingers on her knees curled up into a ball, and A Ruan pursed her lips, her breathing a little disordered.
Wei Min had good eyesight, and because there was moonlight today, he could see clearly even at night. She came to the bed, picked up the person sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly laid him down on the bed, and leaned over to press him down.
A'ruan's palm gently rested on her shoulder. Wei Min thought he was afraid, so he grabbed his wrist and pressed it on the top of his head, then bent down and kissed his forehead soothingly, until he felt his wrist struggle twice and his body trembled slightly, then he stopped.
Wei Min was stunned, and subconsciously touched the corner of his eye with his fingers, and he felt something wet...
Wei Min was silent for a moment, then he gently loosened his grip on A'ruan's wrist and leaned on both sides of his body. He stared at his face with his dark eyes and asked softly, "A'ruan, don't you want to?"
The person under him bit his lips and shook his head gently, but was still shaking.
Wei Min was puzzled. He slowly got up, got out of bed, lit the candlestick at the bedside, and looked at the person on the bed in the faint flickering candlelight.
A Ruan had already crawled up when she stood up, kneeling on the bed, clutching the quilt in front of him with both hands, with his head slightly lowered, his long black hair scattered behind him, covering his thin back.
Because of Wei Min's actions just now, Aruan's undershirt was messed up, and her belt was also untied by her. Her collar was half open, revealing her delicate collarbone.
Wei Min only took a glance and immediately looked away, twisting his fingers on his knees uncomfortably. It turned out that she had moved so quickly just now...
"If you are willing, why are you crying?"
Wei Min asked him softly, pulling his coat from the end of the bed and draping it over A Ruan's thin shoulders.
Because of her thoughtful gesture, A Ruan's body trembled slightly, then she pursed her lips that were bitten by him and bled, and with red eyes, she raised her right hand under her surprised gaze, full of apology and guilt, and slowly made a sign language to her.
--sorry.
The author has something to say: Wei Min: So, I spent another night holding up my pants_(:зゝ∠)_
A Ruan: (/▽╲)
Wow, I finally wrote what I wanted to write! ! ! Happy to death
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