After getting the certificate, Yan Mo Tou brought Wen Xin back to his previous residence in Kyoto. They stayed there for a few days during the Chinese New Year. When he left after the New Year, he cleaned up the house. Now, more than a month later, he came back and the room still looked the same as when he left.
The original yellow wood floor is still as smooth as a mirror. Although the wood is aging in some places, it can still be seen that the house is well preserved. After entering the house, the two changed their shoes one by one, and Yan Zeyang pulled her to sit on a set of leather sofas in the living room.
He straightened his back, spread his legs, and sat with Wen Xin hugged on his left leg. He used his iron-like arms to gently hold her soft waist, not daring to use any strength at all.
The two of them were very close to each other. Wen Xin was hugged by him, and her little butt was sitting at the root of his legs, close to him. She looked like a little kitten, and looked down at him from time to time.
Although she was sitting on his lap and was taller than him, she was still a little timid. After getting the marriage certificate, she always felt that something was a little different. Before getting the certificate, she could do whatever she wanted, but after getting the certificate, she felt a little uneasy, as if she no longer belonged to herself. She was particularly uncomfortable and a little timid to face him. Her eyes were still swollen, and her gaze was like that of an innocent deer. She looked at him, then looked down at her hands, and then looked at him again, a little at a loss.
Yan Zeyang had been looking at her in silence. At this moment, she had cried and her eyes were as clear and spotless as if they had been washed with water. When their eyes met for a moment, his heart almost melted. For the first time, he realized that he had finally married her and that she would be inseparable from him in the future because she was his wife and the mother of his future children.
Looking at her fair and moist little face, because of rich nutrition and sufficient blood, her rosy cherry mouth was slightly upturned, and the pearly teeth between her lips were shining with white and jade-like luster. He saw that she seemed a little uneasy, looking at him so carefully.
When Yan Zetou is careless, he will just ignore anyone he meets, but when he is careful, he can be very considerate and he noticed her uneasiness.
Did the change of identity scare her a little?
In fact, she never needs to be afraid of him, and he will never hurt her. He will only be grateful, grateful that fate let her walk into his life. Even if she is not smart enough and a little stupid, he can no longer live without her...
Seeing her sitting there obediently, Yama reached out his hand lovingly and smoothed the slightly messy hair on her cheek, and tucked it behind her ears. However, he did not take his hand back. Instead, he placed his warm palm on her ear, and then gently stroked her eyes, which were still a little red and swollen from crying, with his thumb. Her skin was very delicate and tender, and his somewhat rough fingertips slowly stroked her eyes and the red corners of her eyes.
This small action was full of tenderness and trust between lovers. Wen Xin finally dared to look into his eyes without blinking. Her own figure was reflected in his eyes, and his gaze was full of love and joy. Wen Xin sat there and obediently let him touch the corner of her eyes gently. When he stroked her red and swollen eyes, she narrowed her eyes slightly.
Just like a kitten.
"Are you afraid of marrying me?" Yan Zeyang hugged her and asked her softly, "Hmm?"
Wen Xin had her hands on her legs, her slender and tender fingertips intertwined. She glanced at him, then pouted and whispered, "I'm scared. Will you treat me badly in the future? Will you beat me if I don't listen to you? I heard that many people beat their wives. You've spanked me several times before, woo..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yan Motou, who was originally full of joy, turned pale after hearing what she said. "After we get married, I won't touch you at all. I married you because I want you to be by my side. I can legitimately protect you and take care of you. Why would I hit you? Hmm? Don't let your imagination run wild in the future."
Wen Xin looked at him timidly, "Really? You won't hit me, and you won't push me down the stairs when you're angry or quarreling, killing both me and the baby..." Wen Xin was so dramatic that she thought Yan Mo Tou was a bad guy and a pervert.
Yan Mo's face was all blue, and the veins on his forehead were tense. He took a deep breath and said, "You married a soldier, not a beast. I will never treat you like this." He knew that she was afraid and uneasy, and he couldn't get angry with her even if he was angry.
He could only hold her tightly in his arms, raised his head and kissed her smooth, egg-white, fragrant little face, imprinted the kiss on the edge of her mouth, and then whispered a solemn oath to her, "Don't be afraid, Wen Xin, I, Yan Zeyang, swear that I will protect you and treat you well for the rest of my life."
Hearing what he said, Wen Xin finally put her arms as white and tender as lotus roots around his neck and hugged him like a child. He kissed Wen Xin's fair and tender little face affectionately and held her tightly against his chest, not wanting to let go for a long time, as if he regarded Wen Xin as his own baby and coaxed her gently.
At this moment, the evening breeze was blowing through the open window, gently blowing the white curtains on the second floor window. Under the setting sun outside, two people in the room, one tall and strong, the other delicate, were hugging each other in love. After an unknown amount of time, the woman sitting on his lap fell asleep unconsciously. Her face was resting on his shoulder, her mouth slightly open, and she was sleeping soundly.
Yan Zeyang gently lifted her buttocks with his arms, carried her into the bedroom like a child, and gently put her on the bed. Then he took a clean thin blanket and covered her with it. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her sleeping face intently for a long time before he gently kissed her plump and smooth forehead.
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It was Yan Motou who took care of the school affairs. He took a one-year leave of absence and asked someone to pack up the things in the dormitory and bring them back.
The classmates in the dormitory were all shocked. They didn’t know what had happened. Why did Wen Xin suddenly drop out of school? She didn’t even come to school. All her things were taken away by others, and some food and daily necessities were left to other people in the dormitory. No one knew what had happened to her.
Only Ning Xue and Hu Aizhen, who were closest to Wen Xin in the dormitory, knew that Wen Xin was getting married. She did not invite anyone else but the two of them to the wedding. The wedding was held in Kyoto, so Wen Xin asked them to fly over a day in advance. She knew that Hu Aizhen was short of money, so she had someone send the air ticket money to them. As long as they arrived, it would be fine. She only had these two good friends in college.
Hu Aizhen had never been on a plane, let alone been to Kyoto. She was so excited that she almost screamed when she got on the plane. Although Ning Xue looked calm, she was as curious as Hu Aizhen. She had never been on a plane, let alone been to Kyoto.
This trip will be an unforgettable memory for both of them. For Hu Aizhen, it is a memory that she will never forget in her life.
The wedding was held half a month after obtaining the marriage certificate. The wedding ceremony in that era was extremely simple. In the city, it was just two banquet tables and friends and relatives were invited to have a meal. Some people with average conditions could just make a new set of clothes for the wedding. For those with good family conditions, the woman would buy a Lenin suit, which was very remarkable. At that time, the fabric and cut of the Lenin suit were the most fashionable.
But this time when Yan Zeyang got married, the wedding was held in a very trendy style. There was also a master of ceremonies, who was his childhood friend. Other classmates, close friends and brothers in the army all contributed to make it a grand occasion. He was even planning to get together 20 cars to pick up the bride at the wedding, but Yan Weiguo directly rejected it in the end, saying that it should not be ostentatious or show off, and it was better to keep a low profile.
In the end, only five of the twenty cars were used, but even so, it still attracted a lot of onlookers. Five military jeeps were used just for the wedding, which was a first at the time. The banquet was arranged in the hotel, with more than thirty tables on several floors inside and outside.
Wen Xin got married under the name of the niece of the two elders of the Wei family. The marriage report that Yan Motou had submitted before did not even pass the political review and was suppressed by his father. After that, Wen Xin changed her name and Yan Motou submitted the marriage report again using her changed name.
Yan Weiguo is a father after all, he knows his son very well and once he has made up his mind he will not change it. What's more, the grandson of their Yan family was about to be born. When he received the report, he hesitated for only a moment and then gave the order to follow the normal procedures.
When the Wen family's parents heard that Yan Zeyang was getting married, they scolded their eldest daughter for being so disappointing and said she would rather die outside, but they also shamelessly attended the wedding. After all, their son was still in the army and had been having a lot of bad luck recently. It was said that someone had been targeting him. The Wen family felt guilty, so they naturally tried to get closer to the Yan family, hoping that the Yan family would let them off because they were so persistent in giving gifts.
But when they saw the bride, the Wen couple were stunned. Isn’t this... their eldest daughter whose household registration had been cancelled?
…
The hotel was booked today. All three floors were filled with guests. It was very lively. Many people crowded at the windows to look down at the bride who was about to get off the car.
Everyone wants to know what the bride looks like with such a grand ceremony.
Of course Yan Zeyang was wearing a military uniform for the wedding. He walked over, opened the car door, and helped someone down from the car. The guests who were originally making a fuss were stunned when they saw the bride getting out of the car. They saw a woman in a red dress getting out of the car.
The skirt was a red silk gauze long skirt. The person who got off the car had a delicate and graceful figure. The skirt swayed slightly with her movements. Her long hair fell down her shoulders, and the ends of her hair were slightly curled. She had bangs on her forehead, and there were two strands of hair on both sides that were curled into waves.
The woman who got off the car had picturesque eyebrows and eyes, red lips like pearls, and her skin looked exceptionally white in the dazzling red gauze skirt, so white that it seemed as if light could shine through it. This whiteness was particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of other people around her.
Like a central point, making everyone's eyes fall on her.
They saw the groom walk over and hold the bride's hand. The bride looked up and smiled at the groom. At that moment, it was like the person in a painting suddenly became vivid and lively, like an elf.
For a moment, the noisy crowd quieted down.
It took a long time before someone spoke.
"This bride is so beautiful, isn't she?"
“It’s beautiful.”
"What a beautiful dress she is wearing," a woman said.
"I also want to wear a dress like this when I get married." At that moment, the red dress on the bride seemed to be the most perfect dream in their hearts. At that moment, all the women who saw it wanted to have such a dress. But when they had it later, they found that it was not as beautiful as the one in their memory.
Yan Zeyang's good friends and classmates who were attending the wedding on the second floor left their seats and stood at the windows.
Zhao Yan said, "Ze Yang is the last one among us to get married."
Another childhood friend said: "Although he got married late, the wife he married is the most beautiful one among us."
"Yes, it's a good feast, it's not too late."
This group of childhood friends and classmates were all sighing at this moment. They were worried about Yan Zeyang at the beginning. He was so old, why wasn't he in a hurry to get married? Those who got married early have children who are now five or six years old and are already running around, and some have two children. But Yan Zeyang doesn't even have a partner. It is understandable that he has never had the opportunity to meet female comrades in the army, but if he delays it for another two years, he will be thirty years old.
In this day and age, it is rare to find someone who is still unmarried by the age of 30, let alone one with conditions like his.
But I didn't expect that if they don't want to look for one, then it's fine. But if they are going to look for one, they will look for the best. Look at the women they marry, what a woman they marry. Then look at the ones in your own family. Many men present felt frustrated. So what if they get married late? Just like what that classmate said, a good meal is never too late.
The guests watched as the groom's lips curled up slightly as he carefully held the hand of the woman who looked like she had walked out of a painting and walked into the hotel.
It was obvious how much she cherished the couple. Not only the women present were envious of the bride, but the men were too. Marrying such a beautiful woman and such a loving man, they were simply a perfect match made in heaven.
You can't really envy someone by envying them.
At this time, He Wenyan, Yan Weiguo's second wife, was preparing a banquet. She looked at the extremely well-matched couple in front of her, and then thought of herself and Yan Weiguo.
At that time, no one took care of all these for her. She even walked into the Yan family's door by herself wearing a Lenin suit. There were only two tables of banquet that day. Wei Guo did not invite anyone else. There were only twenty people gathered, including his driver, and they had a simple meal.
When Yan Weiguo's ex-wife passed away, their daughter was two years old. She married into the family when she was four years old. Now Miaomiao is six years old. When He Wenyan thinks of that scene, her heart still aches.
She saw with her own eyes how Weiguo's son arranged this unique wedding for Wen Xin. She saw with her own eyes how Weiguo's son gathered all his friends and classmates, some drove, some took photos, and even laid a red carpet at the door to make it easier for Wen Xin to walk through. Although Yan Weiguo did not like such a show, he still did it.
He would rather go against his father's wishes and give Wen Xin such a perfect wedding. His love for Wen Xin was beyond words. In comparison, He Wenyan's own miserable life of being ignored by everyone back then seemed even more shabby. How could she feel good in this situation? It was so bitter that I could hardly bear it, but I just forced myself to smile. They were both father and son, but the gap between them was just too huge.
She didn't understand why other people's happiness always came so easily, but it was so difficult for her. She had long been disappointed with this relationship.
Wen Xin was not afraid of such occasions and pomp. She had seen much grander scenes in later life. As soon as she entered the restaurant, she smiled at everyone in a very decent and generous manner, and greeted Yan Zeyang sweetly. Everyone had a good impression of the bride and praised Yan Weiguo's son for marrying a good wife, who was not only beautiful, but also a college student, good at speaking, educated, and very polite.
After walking for a while, they finally reached a deserted place. She immediately couldn't hold on any longer and pulled Yan Zeyang's sleeve, whimpered, and said coquettishly, "My feet hurt."
Yan Zeyang quickly squatted down to look at her feet. She was wearing red leather shoes. They were pretty, but...
"You deserve it!" He scolded in a low voice, "I told you not to wear high heels, but you insisted on wearing them. Your feet must be hurt, right?"
Wen Xin said confidently: "You are so tall, if I wear flat shoes, how short will I look?"
Yan Zeyang: "..." It was useless to get angry at this time, he could only coax her: "Okay, dear, it's almost over, I'll massage you when we get back."
"Um."
Yan Weiguo left the banquet halfway through. During this time, Wen Xin was brought to him by Yan Zeyang. Wen Xin, who was not afraid of the stage, was a little nervous. She stared at this Mr. Yan, as she was still frightened by the last time she left Kyoto.
Fortunately, Yan Weiguo looked very happy on his son's wedding day. Half of the guests at the thirty tables came for him. He warmed up the atmosphere with a few words, then smiled and gave Wen Xin a red envelope. Wen Xin took the red envelope and gently called out, "Dad."
That call of "Dad" is so tender and crisp, and there is no one who doesn't like it.
Everyone present felt extremely comfortable when hearing this. Just the word "Dad" was enough to make people feel relaxed. The son of Weiguo married such a lovely woman.
Yan Weiguo looked at her, nodded, and said to the two of them: "I wish you and Zeyang happiness and longevity together."
He Wenyan next to her also said auspicious words and gave a warm red envelope.
The two elders of the Wei family were also invited and sat at He Wenyan's table.
After the toast, they were finally able to take a break. Ning Xue and Hu Aizhen were always by Wen Xin's side, taking care of her.
Yan Zeyang knew that Wen Xin was pregnant, so he only let her show her face for a moment and went to the room prepared by the hotel to rest. The banquet was coming to an end, so it was naturally impossible to have a bridal chamber prank, and no outsiders were allowed to enter the military compound.
For some guests who cannot return on the same day, his childhood friend has already booked a guesthouse for them, and if there are not enough rooms, they can also stay in a homestay.
With someone to help clean up, Yan Zeyang was able to leave early and drove Wen Xin back to the military compound. Wen Xin had been complaining about being tired for a long time and was now drowsy in the car. As soon as she entered the house, the nanny came out to greet her. She knew that this was the young military officer in the family and his new wife.
Then the nanny saw the young officer who came into the yard, carefully picked up his new bride, then walked into the hall and went straight upstairs.
The nanny was amazed. The new bride was so beautiful. No wonder the officer was so eager to enter the bridal chamber.
When they entered his room on the second floor, it had already been tidy, with wedding characters pasted on the wall and new bedding. He gently put her on the bed, then squatted down, helped her take off her shoes, and then took her crystal clear little toes in his hands and gently rubbed them.
Wen Xin's dress was tinged with red. She fell on the soft bed, stretched out her little feet, and cried out softly because of the comfort she felt when she was pinched.
He rubbed her until she was drowsy. She was half asleep when she vaguely felt Yan Mo hugging her into the bed. Then he lay beside her, propped up his arms. After an unknown amount of time, he sighed softly in her ear: "I went through so much trouble to finally marry you, a troublemaker..."
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