The radio was connected to a homemade loudspeaker, playing revolutionary songs in the yard.
The two were surrounded by the crowd and walked into the main hall, where the decoration was even more festive, with brightly colored ribbons and red window grilles everywhere, and even the sofa was tied with red cloth strips.
He Ruixue and Jiang Yanxu stood side by side and sang together along with the radio, first "The East is Red" and then "Sailing the Sea Depends on the Helmsman".
Everyone present could sing these two songs, and the song quickly developed into a chorus.
Afterwards, recite two quotations, bow three times to the portrait of the great man, and then bow three times to the parents.
The moment her daughter bent down towards her, Zhao Meiya's tears flowed like a faucet that could no longer be stopped.
Although He Ruixue did not marry into another family, she still felt a sense of loss that her daughter would leave her and live alone.
From the time she learned to speak until she grew up, she spent most of her time studying in school, and there was not much time for her to be with me.
Now, I haven't been with her for long, but she is about to start a new family with someone else. I feel sad just thinking about her.
He Dagen didn't understand why she was crying and looked at the newlyweds with a smile.
She told Jiang Yanxu to treat her well, and the two of them supported, loved and respected each other.
Even if one day the relationship is over and they really can't live together anymore, everyone can part ways amicably and their family won't force it.
"Your mother and I live next door. If Dongbao does anything wrong, I will help her speak up.
However, if you do something bad outside, I, an old man, will risk my life to help her regain her face."
His tone was flat, and there was a hint of oppression in his eyes.
Jiang Yanxu naturally made a promise, "Dad, don't worry, marriage is a matter between two people, and it is not easy to find a like-minded partner.
I will eliminate any threat to her happiness from the family. This is my responsibility and what I want."
"Okay, good boy, I believe you."
After paying respects to the elders, it is the turn of the newlyweds to bow to each other.
The moment she lowered her head, He Ruixue raised her eyes and looked up, and her gaze met Jiang Yanxu's.
The benefits of makeup are revealed at this time. At least it is difficult to tell whether she is blushing or rouge.
At the end of the ceremony, the two raised their right hands, saluted the guests, and then scattered the prepared wedding candies.
Hard candies are cheap, while milk candies are a bit more expensive. He Ruixue bought two kilograms of each, mixed them together and threw them to everyone she saw. The children went crazy scrambling for them.
Everyone grabbed at least two handfuls, and the candies squeezed out a clear shape in their pockets. If they were frugal, they could eat them for three months.
Finally, they took a group photo and hired a photographer from a photo studio. The four generations stood in two rows in order in front of the main hall door.
Lu Lan held He Yannuo in her arms, while Chenchen and Wolf Brother also entered the camera, sitting on either side of the newlyweds, their ears erect, looking particularly mighty and spirited.
After the wedding, familiar relatives and neighbors stayed to clean up the tables, chairs, and dishes.
Most people had jobs and came to the wedding banquet during their lunch break, but now they all dispersed.
Jiang Mengheng walked the fastest, as if he was escaping from some devil's cave. He accidentally stepped on a stone and stumbled forward.
Even the heel of his right shoe fell off, and he didn't have time to pick it up. He continued to walk forward quickly in his slippers.
Ren Chengmian followed behind him, completely speechless.
She could have left after the meal, but she refused to leave first and kept shouting that she would never admit defeat to that man.
Moreover, even as a guest at He Ruixue's wedding, he had to be the one who dressed the most brightly and gave the most gifts in the crowd, so that he could have some sense of participation.
Ren Chengmian saw it clearly from the side. The boy paid no less than a hundred yuan for tea, and the teacup was almost full.
I don’t know how much he gave as a gift. What a spendthrift he is. I’m afraid he has spent most of his pocket money over the years.
"Hengzi, didn't you say you wanted to take a photo with He? Why are you so scared at the last minute?"
Jiang Mengheng sighed softly, "I just don't think it's necessary. If she remembers me, she doesn't need a photo. If she doesn't remember me, hanging me by her bedside won't help."
He chuckled and nodded, "That's right, it's hard for me to forget such a big victim."
"Don't slander Ruixue. She didn't take me for a fool! She just returned all the money to me and only kept ten yuan. She said that the money could be given to my mother or my future wife, but not to her."
This is what he feels sad about, as no one is willing to give him even a slight chance.
Being nice to everyone else but cruel to him.
Of course, it is also his honor to be a unique existence in He Ruixue's heart.
Ren Chengmian looked at the person who suddenly became cheerful and felt puzzled.
"What are you thinking about? You're so happy again, Hengzi. Are you going insane because of overstimulation? Oh, how am I going to explain this to your parents?"
"Go away and drink with me."
"Still drinking, can your body handle it?"
"Let's go drink some rice wine, not too strong, and get some food to go with it."
He was so sad at the banquet just now that he ate rice mixed with tears. His mouth felt sour and bitter, and now his stomach is empty.
Ren Chengmian rolled his eyes at him and thought to himself, I still don’t understand you.
It turns out that this guy's drinking is just an excuse, he just wants to eat?
"Okay, let's go to my house. I'll ask my mom to cook some dishes that you like."
After seeing off the last group of guests, He Ruixue sat on the sofa and fiddled with the marriage certificate.
According to the marriage law initially drafted in 1950, men must be 20 years old and women 18 years old to get married.
It was two years earlier than later generations, but if one wanted to break the old customs, one had to take it slow and not be too radical.
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