There seemed to be the sound of footsteps in the room. Yang Anjin opened his eyes in confusion, only to see Zhang Lanzhen and another aunt talking happily. While they were talking, he opened his eyes, and one of them pulled him up from the bed.
"I told you to go to bed early yesterday, but you got up early today. You must be lost in thought, otherwise why would it be so hard to wake you up?" Zhang Lanzhen nagged as she gently wiped his cheek with a towel washed in the basin. "Wake up! Your aunt is waiting to put makeup on you."
"No rush, it's still early. Our An Jin has fair skin and can dress up beautifully without much effort. It's normal for her to be nervous and unable to sleep the night before as she's a first-time bride."
Aunt Wang, who was putting makeup on him, was chatting and laughing with Zhang Lanzhen. She was holding a piece of straight cotton thread in her hand, one end of which she held in her hand. After she finished speaking, she bit the other end tightly with her mouth.
Before putting on makeup, the bride must first clean the fine hairs on her face so that the makeup will go on smoothly.
There were at least eighty brides who had been through Aunt Wang's care. She was an expert at scrubbing the face. Some brides who were tolerant to pain would not feel much pain and could clean the face thoroughly. But Yang Anjin was obviously not one who could endure pain. He had been daydreaming and could not stand the stinging pain of scrubbing the face. He woke up completely after a cry of pain.
Ever since he was forcibly pulled up, he had not paid attention to what Zhang Lanzhen said. His mind was in a mess and he had even forgotten how he fell asleep last night.
The stinging pain on his face woke him up, and he suddenly remembered the booklet from yesterday. He straightened his body instantly and widened his eyes slightly.
"What's wrong? Is it painful? Just bear with it for a while."
When Yang Anjin moved, Aunt Wang was the first to notice. She reached out and held his shoulder, comforting him.
"No," Yang Anjin shook his head and quickly turned back to look at his bed. Sure enough, he saw that the pillow was empty. The shameful feeling from yesterday came back again.
Although it was a bit embarrassing to read the booklet last night, Yang Anjin couldn't resist his curiosity. He also thought that no one would know if he read it secretly, so he gradually became bolder. The longer he read, the more he enjoyed it. He forgot the time until late at night. As he read, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep without even forgetting to put the booklet away.
They must have seen it when they came in this morning. Yang Anjin really wanted to cover his face. It would be fine if he just looked at such a thing, but he even fell asleep while looking at it. Others would say he was reckless.
Zhang Lanzhen was preparing his wedding clothes. The noise he made when he turned around was so loud that she couldn't help but glance sideways. She saw that Yang Anjin seemed to be looking for something and couldn't help laughing.
She had noticed the booklet and put it away when she entered the room. Zhang Lanzhen was afraid that he would feel shy and embarrassed to read it, but she didn't expect him to study it so seriously.
Yang Anjin felt uneasy the whole morning. He didn't know if Aunt Wang had seen it, and he didn't dare to talk to her. It was not until he put on his wedding dress and covered his head with the veil, and could no longer see what was happening outside, that he felt better.
He was different from Yang Donghu at that time. If Zhao Fangyu wanted to pick him up in a sedan chair, he not only had to get through the barrier of the door, but also had to wait for Yang Anchen to carry him out and put him into the sedan chair.
There was a lively sound of gongs and drums, mixed with the men's cheering. Yang Anjin became more and more nervous as he listened to the sound, but he always had a smile on his face, and he just silently tightened the veil in his hand.
Those blocking the door were all men of similar age and acquaintance in the village, or relatives from the same clan. They would not go too far in joking, and just for fun they would grab the wedding money and let the person in.
Zhang Lanzhen and Yang Chaoren were sitting in the main hall. When Zhao Fangyu entered the room, he kowtowed to the two elders who were kneeling down, thanking them for raising Yang Anjin.
One shouldn't shed tears on a happy occasion, but Zhang Lanzhen couldn't help but have tears in her eyes. Yang Chaoren became a little more rational, helped Zhao Fangyu up from the ground, patted his shoulder, and earnestly told him to be good to Yang Anjin.
There was no need for anyone to remind him of this, as Zhao Fangyu was not the kind of villain who would torture others. The two families had frequent interactions, and the two elders of the Yang family knew about it, so they didn't make things difficult for him. They shouted to the inner room that Yang Anchen could carry the bride to the wedding.
Yang Anchen had been waiting in the house. He first helped Yang Anjin out to say goodbye to his parents, and then bent down.
He was wearing plain clothes and carried Yang Anjin steadily on his back. He often did this when he was a child. The little boy was very spoiled and felt tired after walking two steps. As an older brother, he naturally had to take care of his younger siblings.
So many years have passed in a flash. This walk out of the door may be the last time I have the chance to carry him on my shoulders. I can't help but feel a lot of emotions.
Zhao Luochuan lowered the sedan chair pole, and the matchmaker helped Yang Anjin lower his head and sit in the sedan chair. Just before the curtain was lowered, Yang Anjin called out "Brother".
Yang Anchen was in a state of farewell, and even though he was well-read, he had completely forgotten about it. He hummed and said softly, "Go."
The two elders of the Yang family followed Yang Anchen all the way. Zhang Lanzhen was already crying and wiping her tears frequently, but she was afraid of making Yang Anjin's eyes red, so she covered her mouth and dared not make a sound.
As the head of the family, Yang Chaoren refused to cry in front of outsiders, but if you looked closely, you could still see that his eyes were red.
The auspicious time should not be delayed too much. The wedding procession with trumpets led the way in front, and the sedan chair followed very steadily behind. Yang Anjin also shed a few lines of tears under her veil. Her emotions at this time were indescribable.
Yang Anjin pressed the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief. Aunt Wang had told him before she left that if he cried too much while getting into the sedan chair, his makeup would be ruined and he wouldn't look pretty at night.
Outside the sedan, there were children stopping it to ask for candy, making a lot of noise. Some of them even reached out to pull the small curtain on the side of the sedan to see if the bride was pretty.
Li Zihong, who was walking behind and carrying the sedan chair, kicked him lightly on the butt to stop him, and smiled and told him not to squeeze in, otherwise he would have no candy to eat later.
The two houses were not far from each other, and they arrived there in a short while. The people who were welcoming the bride were already waiting at the door, with Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu being the most conspicuous.
Yang Donghu's belly was already noticeable, and the people around him intentionally kept out of his way and didn't push him. Zhao Fangchu protected him and saw the wedding sedan appear from afar. He jumped with excitement as he pulled Yang Donghu.
After the sedan stopped, Zhao Fangyu carefully wiped the sweat from his palms. It was obviously the most suitable season, but he still felt sweaty all over.
Yun Qiao smiled at his silly look and pushed him forward: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and carry the bride out."
"That's right, you're still hiding it. Let's see if the bride is beautiful."
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