Song Yaoyang called in the morning, and Xia Baozhu called him back.
"Baozhu, I heard you're getting married, congratulations!" Song Yaoyang's smiling voice sounded genuine, as if he were happy for his good friend's wedding.
Before the Lunar New Year, Song Yaoyang called twice, only to be told by the shop assistant that he had gone on a trip and had not returned.
Later, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Song Yaodong mentioned that he had met Xia Baozhu and her fiancé in Haicheng. Coincidentally, the people he invited to dinner were Xia Baozhu's ex-husband and his current wife.
If Song Yaoyang hadn't known about Xia Baozhu's situation, he would have been completely confused by Song Yaodong's words.
Although Song Yaoyang was Xia Baozhu's friend, Xia Baozhu did not tell him about her marriage and wedding.
She didn't want to invite someone who had confessed their love to her to her wedding, like in some TV dramas.
She didn't understand the point of doing that.
She wanted to show her suitors that she was very happy and that they didn't need to worry about her.
She still wanted to show her current husband that her suitor was very devoted, and that even though she was married, he still couldn't forget her.
On stage, she gets married, and in the audience, she makes eye contact with a former suitor. Her expression is complex, her eyes are filled with longing, and she can't forget her old flame.
What was the purpose of the marriage? Was she trying to show that she and the groom were just making do? Was it out of necessity?
Xia Baozhu always changes the channel to watch new shows when it comes to this type of TV series; she prefers supernatural thrillers to romance dramas.
"Thank you," Xia Baozhu replied, without inviting Song Yaoyang to her wedding.
However, Song Yaoyang had a different idea. He continued to ask, "When are you going to have your wedding?"
"The 12th of this month."
"Okay, I'll attend your wedding."
If Song Yaoyang had ever heard a song like "Guest" or "Wedding Blessing," he would definitely understand the feeling.
"It's a pity this is your wedding to him, and I'm just a guest."
"My invitation is your wedding invitation."
Xia Baozhu's smile was awkward. She had just made sarcastic remarks about the flirting between the couple on and off the stage at the wedding. To say that Song Yaoyang's feelings for her were purely platonic was just self-deception.
Huang Guangnian also called. He had heard from Chen Wenbin that Xia Baozhu was getting married. He congratulated her on her marriage and planned to attend her wedding. Photographer Yang Siqi came with him.
That evening, Xia Baozhu told Sun Xingyan about her friends attending their wedding. At first, Sun Xingyan was very happy, but after hearing the names, he fell silent for a moment.
"Okay, very welcome." Sun Xingyan felt a pang of sadness; all of these people were men, not a single woman.
He quickly suppressed his bitterness; there was nothing he could do, his wife was so charming, and he just liked charming women.
Their wedding was held at the largest hotel in Taicheng, and they planned to book the entire three-story hotel for the day.
Sun Xingyan has a large number of relatives and friends, including his parents' relatives, friends and colleagues, his brother and sister-in-law's relatives and friends, and his friends.
Xia Baozhu's sister's family, along with friends and employees, each wrote a list of wedding attendees. Looking at the densely packed names on the list, they felt apprehensive.
Sun Xingyan sighed inwardly. Organizing a wedding was such a hassle, but he dared not complain. He had to be full of energy and treat the matter with utmost enthusiasm.
The wedding room is still under construction and some furniture has been put in, but there's no rush for appliances; we can buy them and use them the same day.
They also need to order the banquet menu. You don't realize how many things there are and how trivial they are until you get married.
Sun Xingyan thought how wonderful it would be if he could wake up and the wedding would be over.
Group weddings are better; everyone gets married together, which is lively and convenient.
However, Sun Xingyan only thought about it; he was just complaining that weddings were not easy, but it was absolutely impossible for him to cancel them.
He just wanted everyone to know that his wife was Xia Baozhu and that he was Xia Baozhu's man.
They'll infuriate those who don't believe in them.
San Gou, Fei Fei, Feng Jingnian, Niu Yiming, and a group of Sun Xingyan's friends helped Sun Xingyan clean up the trash and tidy up the place in his bridal chamber. What should have been a two-day job was finished in half a day.
Afterwards, lanterns and colorful decorations will be hung everywhere in the house, highlighting a lively and festive atmosphere.
Shui Luoyang, pasting paper-cut window decorations, said, "When I get married, I won't be so troublesome. Just cleaning alone makes my back so sore I can't straighten up."
"What's the big deal? We all have tons of classmates. Just invite a dozen or so, and we'll be done in no time." Feng Jingnian scraped the white plaster off the windowsill with a shovel.
"You make it sound so easy. I only make a little over a hundred yuan a month. Who can I afford to hire?"
"It's no big deal. We all help each other out. If you can't afford to treat me to a meal, you can at least treat me to candy."
San Gou was panting heavily. He found that although the place looked clean on the surface, it was still covered in white dust when he wiped it again. He then used a damp cloth to wipe it little by little. He really lost weight today.
As they were talking, Sun Xingyan and Xia Baozhu came in one after the other, carrying a large pile of food, which they placed on the dining table.
"Thank you for your hard work, comrades. Let's have a good meal tonight."
Sun Xingyan looked at his house, which was sparkling clean, with windows and tables spotless, and the floor so bright you could see your reflection in it. He was very satisfied with the festive atmosphere. It was good to have many friends; they could come in handy at crucial moments.
That's exactly what I was waiting for: that scoundrel, everyone has the right to slaughter him.
At five o'clock in the quiet morning, Xia Baozhu sat at home, wearing a golden and red Xiuhe dress with dragon and phoenix motifs, and her hair was styled into a bun by the makeup artist she had hired.
Her hair was adorned with golden plum blossoms and two pure gold phoenix hairpins. A gold lock hung around her neck, and on one wrist she wore a jade bracelet, while on the other she wore two solid gold bracelets.
These are all ideas that Sun Xingyan came up with from watching movies.
Several female shop assistants and her sister were talking to her. Liu Runan sat in her lap, curiously touching her clothes and jewelry, wanting to try them on as well.
When the adults weren't looking, she picked up the lipstick on the table and started applying it to herself, just like Xia Baozhu did.
When Xia Baozhu looked down, she discovered that her lips were painted with red perfume. She was both amused and exasperated, and asked Xia Laidi to take a picture of it so she could show it to her later.
There was a knock on the door in the courtyard. Jia Hongying and an older woman rushed over to ask who it was. Sun Xingyan answered and slipped in two red envelopes. It was the first time Jia Hongying had done something like this, and she didn't even know to accept the red envelopes.
In the early 1990s, wedding customs in Taicheng were not as prevalent. Generally, the groom would be welcomed directly into the house, and after saying goodbye to his parents, they would ride bicycles home together. The bride's family would not set off firecrackers; instead, the groom's family would do so, since it was a wedding for their daughter and the family would be missing a member.
As economic conditions improved, customs developed and became more and more diverse, with various etiquettes and ways of receiving money. This was certainly good for the woman, but for some men, it became a heavy burden.
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