Aunt Wang raised her hand, slapping the square table with her hands. "Don't worry about whether she's a political commissar or not. If you want to marry our Yiyi, you have to get past us first."
"Yes, at least from now on, Yiyi will have the final say in this family!"
Several aunts and sisters-in-law were extremely excited.
It looks quite impressive.
Song Yiyi pursed her lips, a gentle smile on her face: "Auntie, that's Cen Yue, do you dare?"
She hadn't forgotten how a group of people abandoned her and ran away last time.
It's not that I hold a grudge.
I just want them to calm down and see the facts clearly.
Aunt Wang: “…”
The military wives: “…”
Everyone was silent as a chicken.
Busy.
Soon the day of the wedding banquet arrived.
Before dawn in the morning, Song Yiyi was pulled out of bed by Aunt Wang.
"Oh, my little ancestor, how can you sleep?"
Behind Aunt Wang was a girl named Zhi, about 27 or 28 years old, who looked like a mirror image of her.
Even with a cute smile on his face.
Song Yiyi thought it was too intense, but after rubbing her eyes, she realized she was not mistaken.
Aunt Wang pushed her out and said, "Don't look at me. This is my daughter. Go wash your face and brush your teeth."
As soon as Song Yiyi said goodbye, Cai Mengjun came over with red eggs and warmly invited everyone to eat together.
A few days ago, red wedding characters of various shapes were pasted all over the yard.
The house was also filled with dowry items.
When Aunt Wang learned that Cen Yue did not give Song Yiyi a betrothal gift, she sighed and beat her chest for a long time.
I secretly thought that the leader was really stingy.
Aunt Wang kept asking questions, so Song Yiyi had no need to hide anything and just told the truth.
The night before, Song Minghui had comforted her, saying a lot of things like she should be considerate of Cen Yue, not care about these things in the new era, and just live a good life in the future.
Song Yiyi didn't care.
I always feel that Song Minghui is not comforting her, but trying to convince himself.
Song Minghui turned around and stuffed a passbook into her dowry box.
Song Yiyi's eyes lit up, and she wanted to open it to see how much money the old man who kept saying "I have no money" could give her.
Unexpectedly, Song Minghui quickly closed the camphorwood box.
He said seriously, "Yiyi, wait until you get married and see. This is your dowry."
Song Yiyi had to suppress her curiosity.
Aunt Wang's daughter has very soft hands.
It only took three seconds to help Song Yiyi tie her hair.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Song Yiyi let them dress her up and didn't mind the tacky plastic hairpins.
The wedding dress was also prepared by Cai Mengjun.
The classic of this era is the bright red suit and skirt.
Song Yiyi ate a peeled red egg and gave a thumbs-up in the mirror. "Sister, your hands are so good. Working at the counter is a waste of your talent. You should open your own shop. I guarantee you'll make a lot of money."
Aunt Wang's daughter's face was full of smiles, "Mom, listen, Yiyi is praising me too!"
Aunt Wang peeled a large white rabbit and casually stuffed it into her daughter's mouth. "Don't listen to her. Even the pockmarked guy next door can get her to praise her as a fairy. Look at her face. Even with the chicken coop on top, she's still pretty."
As they were talking, the sisters-in-law in the yard came one after another.
There is no school today, so a group of little kids are lying in and insist on following their mom here.
Everyone saw Song Yiyi with her makeup on, and their eyes were fixed on her, unable to move away.
Some were so bold as to shout directly: "The bride is so beautiful!"
"Mom, I want to marry my sister when I grow up. She's pretty."
"I want one too!"
"You're a girl, why are you joining in the fun?"
"If you control me, I will marry my sister!"
The little guys almost started fighting.
The funny thing made everyone burst into laughter.
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