"Sister-in-law, I'm done singing. Can you open the door first?"

"If we don't open the door now, it will be bad if we miss the auspicious time."

He was now eager to move on to the next stage, otherwise the group of brothers next to him who had not played any role today and instead joined in making fun of him would be laughing so hard if they continued.

Gu Yue didn't rush to speak, but glanced at Song Fuyu who was also laughing hard behind him.

"Xiao Yu, is it ok?"

Song Fuyu held his stomach and nodded.

Although she had a lot to say and a lot to ask, she didn't want to ask in front of so many people. It wouldn't be too late to say it when they were alone in private.

At Song Fuyu's nod, Gu Yue opened the door.

After opening the door, before Gu Yue completely retreated to the side, Yan Ziyuan's gaze had already passed over her head and met the eyes of Song Fuyu, who was sitting on the bed and looking at her with a smile.

The two looked at each other, with only each other in their eyes.

Yan Ziyuan looked at his wife not far away and felt something was unreal.

She is so beautiful, so beautiful that it is beyond words.

It seemed that whoever stood next to her at this moment would become transparent and overshadowed.

Xiao Yu is usually calm and composed, and usually wears black, white and gray clothes. Today, against the backdrop of the red wedding dress, her skin looks even whiter, like a flower in bud.

"Old Four, stop looking. Go in and get the bride out. You still have a lifetime to watch."

Dadong pushed Yan Ziyuan, who was standing at the door without taking a step forward.

This guy usually has an expressionless face, but today his eyes almost popped out when he looked at his wife.

The whole person not only looks unintelligent, but also looks like a big fool.

Yan Ziyuan felt that he was dazzled the first time he saw his wife. If Dadong beside him hadn't pushed him in time, he didn't know how long he would have stood there staring blankly.

After realizing what was happening, Yan Ziyuan walked slowly towards Song Fuyu, his eyes never leaving her.

Song Fuyu, who was sitting beside the bed, also stared at Yan Ziyuan, who was wearing a neat Zhongshan suit. He was as handsome as ever today, but his usually calm face now showed a bit of nervousness.

But his naked gaze made her feel a little overwhelmed.

Although the way he looked at her was very direct, it was undeniable that she liked him very much.

That's how he treated the feelings between them, passionately and unconcealedly.

Yan Ziyuan didn't know how long it took him to walk this short distance of three or four meters.

It feels like there is no end, yet it seems within reach.

When he was only a few dozen centimeters away from Song Fu Yu, he abandoned the saying that a man's knees are made of gold and he should kneel to heaven, earth, and his parents, and slowly knelt on one knee and knelt in front of her.

"Wife, I'm here to pick you up. I'll take you home."

Hearing this, Song Fuyu's eyes suddenly felt sore and he had an urge to cry.

Before her parents passed away, her father often joked with her that she never knew what kind of boy would take her home in the future.

At this moment, she really wanted to say to her deceased parents, "Mom and Dad, you can rest assured, my boy is here to take me home now."

"Okay, I'll go home with you."

Hearing her affirmative answer, Yan Ziyuan was a little excited and his heart was pounding.

He stood up and picked up Song Fuyu who was sitting on the bed.

“Wow~”

"Open the door quickly, the groom is carrying the bride and is about to leave~"

Yan Ziyuan held his wife tightly in his arms, not daring to relax even a little. Every step he took down was taken more calmly and steadily than usual.

Song Fuyu hugged his neck, rested his head on his left shoulder, and could still feel his steady and strong heartbeat.

This is the man she will be with for the rest of her life.

Seeing Song Fuyu being carried down from upstairs by Yan Ziyuan, Chen Guoxing, who was standing at the gate, felt a little complicated.

His daughter is getting married, and to be honest, he is more reluctant to let her go.

He looked up at the sky, "Yuan Xi, did you see that? Fu Yu has found a good home, you can rest assured."

After Yan Ziyuan carried Song Fuyu to the entrance of the yard, he stopped.

In front of them, there was a bicycle with a big red flower hanging in front. He carefully placed Song Fu Yu on the back seat of the bicycle.

"Wife, I'll take you around the compound."

This is the custom of their compound.

There are many families living in the military compound, and it is impossible to invite everyone in every household.

So in the past, if two families in the compound got married, the groom would usually ride a bicycle with the bride for a full circle in the compound to inform everyone in the compound that they were getting married.

The groomsmen following behind will give some wedding candies to the onlookers so that everyone can join in the fun.

Song Fuyu sat in the back seat, holding Yan Ziyuan's waist tightly.

"Let's go~"

Following the command, the cycling team led by Yan Ziyuan began to shuttle through the compound.

There was not only a cycling team, but there were also many children following behind to join in the fun, running along with the team and shouting loudly, "The bride is coming."

Dadong and the others didn’t let the children run around or shout in vain.

After a while, some wedding candies will be thrown to the children to make them happy.

He knew that when their son Hao Zhuangzhuang went out today, he specifically asked his mother for a big cloth bag just to go with the family to pick up wedding candies.

No matter which corner of the compound the cycling team passed, passers-by would smile and say congratulations, and the best man behind them would then give them some wedding candies to thank them for their blessings.

On this day, even families who don't have a good relationship with each other will not come out to cause trouble, after all, everyone may have a wedding.

"Wife, are you cold?"

“It’s not cold.”

Although she was not wearing a scarf or hat today, she was completely immersed in the joyful atmosphere and did not feel cold at all.

Although there is no wedding dress, no Xiuhe suit, no lawn, and no wedding planner for today's wedding...

But I am really happy.

In such a simple atmosphere, all rituals seem redundant.