After a pause, Zhong Mingwei tied a beautiful knot and then reached out to hold Ah Chou in his arms. He said softly, "Don't worry, girl. I learn very quickly. My legs will recover faster."
"Why should I be worried?" Ah Chou said in a low voice with red eyes, "Even if I am worried, I am worried about whether I can get the wedding dress out."
"Then you can start making it from tomorrow." Zhong Mingwei said softly, holding Ah Chou's white but rough hand. "From now on, you are not allowed to make wedding dresses for others. Just make wedding dresses for yourself. We can buy whatever material you like. You can just embroider whatever pattern you like. When the wedding dress is made, my leg should be healed. By then, girl, I will carry you into the house."
The groom carried the bride into the house. This was not a custom in the capital. After all, it was under the emperor's feet. The most important thing was the code of conduct and etiquette. There would definitely not be such a fierce folk custom. During the wedding, the bride was supported by the wedding nanny to enter the house, and she could not even touch the groom's hand.
It is the custom in Ningguta for the groom to carry the bride into the house. In this border area, people don't care much about etiquette, but rather value human relationships. When Ah Chou went down the mountain one day, he saw the groom happily carrying the bride from the sedan chair all the way into the house. He was stunned at the time, and when he came back he told Zhong Mingwei about it as a casual chat, half with emotion and half with surprise. Unexpectedly, Zhong Mingwei remembered it clearly.
"That's good," Ah Chou said with tears in his eyes, looking at Zhong Mingwei sideways, "It just so happens that I'm not heavy, so you can definitely carry me."
"Girl, you can be even heavier," Zhong Mingwei also laughed, his laugh was comfortable but somewhat helpless, "I'm very strong, even if you are twice as fat, I can still carry you."
"Okay then, I'll start eating as much as I can from today, and I'll make sure you marry a fat woman." Achou replied.
"It's better to be a little fatter. It's more comfortable to touch and it brings good luck to your husband," Zhong Mingwei said. He lowered his head and kissed Ah Chou's wet eyes, and said softly, "Girl, don't cry."
"I'm happy," Ah Chou's voice was slightly choked with sobs, "Zhong Mingwei, I'm happy."
"Girl, I'm happy too," Zhong Mingwei held Ah Chou's face and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Ah Chou's eyes with his fingertips, "Don't cry, my heart will break if you cry any more."
"I have to make you hurt! I have to make you hurt!" Ah Chou muttered fiercely, burying her face in Zhong Mingwei's hands. The fierce girl who was showing her teeth and claws just now was now as obedient as a cat. "Zhong Mingwei, I heard that in Ningguta, people have to go to the Yue Lao Temple to worship Yue Lao when they get married, and they have to write their names on red silk and hang it on a tree. Naturally, your name cannot be hung on a tree outside, but...but I also want to..."
"Then let's hang it on the pomegranate tree in the yard," Zhong Mingwei said softly, "We are as sincere as other couples, so it doesn't matter where we hang our names."
Zhong Mingwei is not an ordinary person. Even though he is just a commoner now, he has to keep a low profile as much as possible. Moreover, his nominal wife is Duan Rulan, so naturally his name cannot appear in the Yue Lao Temple with other women's names.
"Yes, it doesn't matter where we hang it. Our hearts are the most sincere," Ah Chou said softly, while raising his head, his dark eyes staring at Zhong Mingwei without blinking, "Zhong Mingwei, can you give me a name? I want a nice name to hang on the tree with your name. I don't want to be called Ah Chou anymore. I didn't have a surname before, but now I'm getting married, and I can take my husband's surname. Mingwei, let me give you a name."
Zhong Mingwei's nose suddenly felt sore. He held Ah Chou's face with both hands and gently moved closer. He put his forehead against Ah Chou's forehead and rubbed his nose against Ah Chou's round nose. He said softly, "Do you really want me to give you a name?"
"Yes," Ah Chou whispered, her thick eyelashes fanning the man's eyes. "I have never had a name. Nanny Xiang took pity on me and wanted to give me a name, but I refused and let others call me ugly girl. I never thought about giving myself a name. After all, I am an orphan who can't even remember my last name. What's the point of having a name? But Zhong Mingwei, ever since the day you said you wanted to marry me, I have wanted a name, a name that can be hung on the tree with your name, a name... a name you gave me."
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