In a trance, she heard him say, "A Jian, I'm here."

A warm, mellow, faint trembling sound resounded on top of her head.

The man bent down and half kneeled in front of her.

Then he turned around and Lin Xiaoou walked over quickly with a box in his hand.

I walked to the two of them and opened the lid. There were a pair of red embroidered shoes inside.

According to the rules, the shoes should be worn by the groom for the bride, which means walking with the bride in this life.

Ji Rufeng thanked him, took the shoes with one hand, held Zhao Jian's ankle with the other, and carefully dragged them into the shoes.

The other foot was also done in the same way, and then he helped Zhao Jian, who was wearing a wedding dress, get out of bed, and the two went to bid farewell to Mr. Yu.

At this time, Mr. Yu had already gone downstairs and sat in the living room downstairs.

Today, Mr. Yu also changed into a dark golden double-breasted Tang suit. He looked energetic and very happy. He kept talking to the people who came to ask questions, but the smile on the corners of his lips never fell.

Ji Rufeng held Zhao Jian's hand, and the two stepped on the red carpet that had just been laid, one after another, climbing down the stairs.

The two knelt down in front of Mr. Yu, solemnly kowtowed to thank Mr. Yu for his many years of upbringing and raising Zhao Jian. They only got up after three kowtows.

Old Yu patted Ji Rufeng on the shoulder and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. Instead, he slowly took Zhao Jian's hand and placed it in Ji Rufeng's hand. Thousands of words turned into one sentence, "In this life, I'll hand Jian Jian to you. Please be kind to her, please."

The solemn entrustment made Ji Rufeng feel excited. He kowtowed again and solemnly promised, "I know, my grandfather!"

Old Yu nodded and helped them up in person.

Even though Zhao Jian has always been free and easy at this time, he couldn't help but feel tears in his eyes, thankful and melancholy, "My grandfather, I'm leaving."

"Well, go, go back whenever you want. The Yu family will always be your home!"

A sentence almost made Zhao Jian's tears fall, and she nodded quickly, "Yes."

At this time, Lin Xiaoou handed over another box.

After opening it, it is a red veil.

Mr. Yu personally picked it up and carefully covered Zhao Jian.

The couple bowed deeply to the elders of the Yu family again, and Ji Rufeng took Zhao Jian forward, and the long red carpet spread to the end of the living room.

Her gaze was blocked and she couldn't see it in detail, so her arms were tightly held by Ji Rufeng, not giving her any chance to fall.

The two walked to the end of the red carpet step by step. Ji Rufeng bent over slightly and hugged Zhao Jian.

After three months of rehabilitation, Ji Rufeng's hands were completely cured. Although the strokes were still not as smooth as before, the strength and flexibility had been restored, and the toughness had also been restored.

Zhao Jian looked forward through the hazy gaze. She couldn't see the road ahead in detail, so she had to turn back to look at Ji Rufeng, with eyes facing each other, and he smiled slightly, "Don't be afraid, I won't fall you."

Zhao Jian couldn't help but lower his eyes and chuckled. She was not afraid that he would fall on her, but felt that even if the road ahead was far away, it would be worth his life to be with him.

"Oh, my uncle and aunt are getting married..."

Guan Guan's cheerful voice sounded, and Lu Tianheng grabbed a handful of rose petals and scattered them without expression. Although Lu Tianheng was only four years old, he was also very strong, and his petals were floating and floating, like rain falling from the sky, some of which fell on Zhao Jian and Ji Rufeng...
Chapter completed!