"Conclude a good marriage and become a good couple.
The red rope is tied early, and we will be together forever until we are old.
The flowers are in full bloom and the moon is full, I am so happy.
I will swim in the sea until the rocks crumble, and point to the mandarin ducks and make a promise.
I hereby sign this agreement."
Yang Donghu felt that the paper in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He recited the words on the paper over and over in his mind, and his eyes were burned red by the black words on the red paper.
"It's my fault. I should have paid attention to this matter when I brought you back. I'm a rough person and it took me a while to think it through. I let you follow me without knowing the reason. I really wronged you." Zhao Luochuan wiped away Yang Donghu's tears with his fingertips and said softly, "Don't cry, it will hurt your eyes."
Yang Donghu just shed tears, choking with sobs: "No... I don't feel wronged."
He had no appetite for the meal. Zhao Luochuan simply held her in his arms, gently patted Yang Donghu's back, and comforted her, "Ever since that day when we got married, I've been feeling bad. This is how we should have been, marrying you off with such fanfare."
As he spoke, he gently lifted Yang Donghu's chin with his hand: "Donghu, we will always be together, even after a hundred years, just like my parents. My mother said, 'We should sleep together in life and be buried together in death.' I'm not well educated, so I never understood what that meant. My mother said I'd understand after we get married. Now I understand, Donghu, I want to marry you."
"Donghu, let's get married."
Zhao Luochuan had been thinking about this for several days, but he had never been married and knew nothing about it. Finally, he asked his aunt about the marriage certificate. Last night, he rushed to the town and paid a man who sold couplets to write a marriage certificate for him.
In fact, he was quite regretful. If he had known that his mother would ask him to study when he was a child, he should have sat in class honestly instead of learning to climb trees to take bird eggs. He would not be unable to write a sentence when he needs it now.
Yang Donghu was overwhelmed by this great joy, and Zhao Luochuan's words made him cry uncontrollably. He clutched the marriage certificate in his hand and spoke incoherently: "I want... I want, Brother Chuan, I want..."
Zhao Luochuan whispered, "It's okay, Donghu, I understand what you're thinking."
Yang Donghu still insisted on finishing his words. Although his voice was a little trembling, he was firm and unwavering: "Brother Chuan, I want to marry you."
There was a constant sound of firecrackers outside the house. The two hugged each other for a long time before letting go. Yang Donghu carefully wrapped the marriage certificate with a handkerchief and placed it at the bottom of the clothes box, together with the bag of money.
Having recovered a lot of strength by now, Yang Donghu smiled slightly and carefully closed the box lid, feeling a little relieved.
"Okay, let's eat first. It will get cold if you don't eat now. After Fang Chu finishes his meal, he will come to play with you." Zhao Luochuan said with a smile, pulling Yang Donghu's hand back to the dining table.
The wine in the glass exudes a fresh fragrance. Its color is not as transparent as other wines, but a light peach pink. Unlike the pomegranate wine last time, it smells of flowers.
"What kind of wine is this? It smells so familiar." Yang Donghu's eyes were still red, and his eyes, which had just been crying, were brighter than usual. He said in a muffled voice.
The floral fragrance mixed with the rich aroma of wine, making him feel a little drunken and dizzy before he even took a sip. Zhao Luochuan smiled and said, "Try peach blossom sweet wine. It's my mother's favorite. This is what I brought when I went to worship her last time."
Yang Donghu remembered the lesson from last time and didn't dare to drink too fast. He took a small sip with his lips. It tasted refreshing and fragrant, just like pomegranate wine, without the burning sensation on the throat.
With the marriage certificate, the two seemed to be closer than before and talked more than usual.
A mouthful of rich and fragrant mushrooms with a hint of chicken, then a bite of meat coated with spices and rice flour, and finally a sip of sweet wine in the glass. The meal ends with the sound of firecrackers outside and the laughter of every household, bidding farewell to a year of hard work.
The New Year’s Eve dinner was rich, but there were only two people eating it, so there was still a lot left over. Fortunately, it was cold in winter, so the food wouldn’t go bad if kept in the cupboard.
Zhao Luochuan had predicted everything. Just as the two of them put down their chopsticks, Zhao Fangchu's excited voice came from outside the door.
He was originally a pretty boy. Now he was wearing the new clothes made for him by Zhu Cuilan, and he took the trouble to style his hair in a different style. Whenever he stood in front of people, he couldn't help but attract a second look.
"Brother Dong, look, doesn't it look good?" Zhao Fangchu came in skipping and turning around in front of Yang Donghu, showing off his new clothes.
He was wearing the green bamboo hairpin that Yang Donghu had given him before. In order to match this hairpin, he specially begged Zhu Cuilan to buy him a piece of cloth of similar color. This outfit made him look more lively.
Yang Donghu praised: "It's really beautiful. This dress really suits you. Did you comb your hair yourself? You have such a skillful hand."
Zhao Fangchu likes to be praised very much. If someone makes him unhappy one day, he will immediately happily forget the matter with a few words of praise.
"Hey, Dong Ge, don't you have a hairpin too? It's Chinese New Year after all, so you have to dress up a little. You can't sleep tonight anyway. I'll change your hair style and let's go out and play."
Yang Donghu never wore the hairpin Zhao Luochuan had given him, mainly because he had no idea how to manage long hair; his hands seemed to refuse to obey him. Hair is a gift from one's parents, and it's not something one can cut. It took him ages to come to terms with his hair, finally managing to style it into something presentable.
But fortunately, boys don’t need to be as dexterous as girls. They can just use a wooden hairpin to tie it behind their heads. It looks good even if it’s simple and elegant.
Yang Donghu was also tempted by Zhao Fangchu, so he said yes and went back to the house to get the hairpin.
Zhao Fangchu deftly plucked the wooden hairpin from Yang Donghu's head, and his long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. His hair had originally been a bit dry and yellow, but after a few months of care, it had become jet-black and smooth.
Zhao Fangchu twisted his hands left and right, and before Yang Donghu could react what was happening, Zhao Fangchu stopped.
"Okay, Dong Ge, look."
Zhao Fangchu took out the small bronze mirror he carried with him and handed it to Yang Donghu for him to look at.
The hairpin is placed at the back of her head, but her hair is not completely covered. Instead, half of it is left hanging down from the right shoulder. With her delicate face, her bright eyes and white teeth are highlighted.
Women dress up to please themselves, and boys are the same. Zhao Luochuan has been sitting next to them since just now. Yang Donghu was a little nervous and asked Zhao Luochuan shyly how he was.
Zhao Luochuan had never seen her husband like this before. His eyes widened for a moment, and lust surged in his eyes. He couldn't wait to do something right away.
His gaze was too direct, and Yang Donghu was even more afraid to look him in the eye.
Zhao Fangchu didn't understand what was going on in the bedroom, he just felt that Zhao Luochuan's eyes were heavy and a little scary. After a while, seeing that neither of them spoke, he urged: "Speak, it looks good or not."
Zhao Luochuan came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva and said, "It looks good."
After saying that, she looked at Zhao Fangchu and said, "Last time, Auntie thought it was too expensive and didn't buy you the lotus cake. Next time, I'll bring it back for you."
"!! Brother Okawa, you are such a good person!"
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