Shen Qingqing glared at him, "Why are you so polite to me?"
Meng Qifeng was so happy that she said "I'm going to tell my sister the good news" and ran away.
Then Qiao Jie'er's cheerful laughter rang out in the backyard, while Meng Qifeng stood beside her like a little fool and watched her laugh.
Shen Qingqing shook her head and laughed.
Children's happiness is so simple.
Meng Yuan came back just after breakfast, carrying the fish he bought in the town and two small jars of wine.
Shen Qingqing sat on the swing and smiled at him, "I am so happy today that I even bought wine."
Meng Yuan put the things away and explained: "Drink a few drinks with Miracle Doctor Zhang. I had too many things to do yesterday, so today I should seriously say thank you to him."
"But I just promised Feng'er that starting from noon today, I will only cook dishes that Sister Qiao can eat. How can you drink the food without wine?"
"It doesn't matter if we don't have any food or drinks. It's just a couple of drinks. There are still serious things to do."
As he spoke, he took out a stack of red paper from his sleeve pocket.
Shen Qingqing raised her eyebrows, "What are you doing?"
"Write an invitation." Meng Yuan put the red paper on the table, turned around and went back to the room to get pen and ink.
Shen Qingqing couldn't hold back her curiosity, so she jumped off the swing and looked through it. The outer layer was a red envelope with no words written on it. Inside the envelope was a piece of printed paper, which was quite delicate.
Soon, Meng Yuan came back with pen and ink. Seeing her lying at the table and reading with gusto, he asked casually: "How about you write it?"
Shen Qingqing shook her head quickly, "That's not necessary."
Meng Yuan had expected to get this answer, so he laughed and said, "How about I hold your hand and write?"
"Huh?" Shen Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, the man walked up behind her, put one hand around her waist, and put the ink-dipped brush into her hand with the other.
Such an ambiguous gesture reminded Shen Qingqing of the embarrassing scene last night, and her cheeks couldn't help but feel slightly hot, "Why don't you just write it?"
Meng Yuan automatically ignored her words, and held hers with his warm and dry hands, "Write the first copy to Yuan Xudong. Take out the stamped paper from the envelope."
Shen Qingqing did as she was told. She wanted to put the envelope aside, but after thinking about it, she put it back and asked, "Should there be writing on the envelope?"
"Let's write, just write the word '囍tie'."
As soon as she finished speaking, the man took her hand and started to move.
After writing the cover, the following is the content of the invitation: "Two surnames are getting married, making a contract together, a perfect match, and a good relationship will last forever..."
Both of them wrote very carefully and conscientiously, stroke by stroke, and their work was neat.
Looking at the two names written on the same line on the white paper, Shen Qingqing suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart - she was really going to get married.
That's a very complicated psychology.
Fear, confusion, joy, expectation...
All kinds of emotions surged into her heart, making Shen Qingqing unable to calm down and write.
Her handwriting was not good to begin with. In order not to hold Meng Yuan back, she had to be extremely careful every time she wrote. She was so tired that her hands started to feel sore after just writing one sentence.
She simply stopped forcing herself, touched Meng Yuan with her shoulder and said, "You should write it, I'll just watch from the side."
"Okay." Meng Yuan took the second invitation from her and continued to write.
Without her interruption, the man could write much faster.
The two of them didn't have many friends, and the villagers didn't need to send invitations. They only needed to notify them verbally, so a few invitations were written quickly.
When we were finally cleaning up, Ms. He, who had gone out to buy new year's goods, came back. She also loved to watch the excitement. When she saw the red paper on the table, she didn't even bother to put her things down and came around.
"Let me see what you are writing...hey, here's the invitation."
Mr. He casually picked up one and looked at it. When he saw the date line, he said "Yo" again, "It's the thirteenth day of the first lunar month. Why is the date advanced? Didn't you say it would be done in February last time?"
Meng Yuan touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. Why was it so early? He couldn't just say that he couldn't hold it in anymore, could he?
After thinking for a while, he unkindly put the blame on Shen Qingqing: "I asked Qingqing to figure it out. She said this day is more auspicious."
He believed his nonsense and nodded, then became worried again, "But if we go ahead of schedule, will Zhenshan be unable to catch up?"
"It seems possible."
"Then what should we do? He is just such a goddaughter. If he fails to catch up, he will regret it for half his life."
Mrs. He was anxious. What's more important was that if Fang Zhenshan didn't come back, how could she prepare a dowry for her daughter by herself?
Shen Qingqing continued: "Why don't you write a letter to your godfather to remind you? Maybe he is on his way back now."
"I'll write it." Meng Yuan picked up the brush again, unfolded the unused invitations and started writing a letter home.
Mr. He finally remembered to put down the things in his hands, and while stretching his muscles, he muttered: "I will tell the villagers later and ask them to come over for a wedding drink. There will be a lot of people."
Shen Qingqing couldn't help laughing: "Even if I don't tell them about this, I can't stop them from running over and asking."
Just like yesterday's housewarming party, the guests started making trouble before the host said anything.
Mr. He heard the meaning of her words and laughed, "That's right. Those greedy ghosts are eager to live in our house. Why would they miss the opportunity to have a meal?"
Not only the gluttons in the village wanted to take advantage of the meal, but Zhang Xuan, who had returned from collecting herbs, was unwilling to leave after hearing the news that the two were planning to hold a make-up wedding, and insisted on staying until the wedding was over.
Shen Qingqing agreed happily, but she also made an appointment for a wedding gift from him very rudely.
Zhang Xuan stroked his beard and complained to her: "You girl, I knew you were not a good person from the first time we met. I guess I was right!"
Shen Qingqing smiled harmlessly, "It's not that I'm evil, it's just that cooking is too hard. Only when you have goals can you be motivated. Don't you think so, Doctor Zhang?"
"Yes, yes, I will definitely give you a big gift when the time comes, a gift that will move you to tears!"
Zhang Xuan deliberately emphasized the words "moved to tears", and his face was full of wrinkles when he smiled.
At that time, Shen Qingqing was engrossed in eating and didn't notice his crooked smile. It wasn't until she saw the gift itself on her wedding night that she finally understood the true meaning of his words.
She was so angry that she wished she could have gone back to twenty days ago and directly overturned Zhang Xuan's job.
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In the following period, the family experienced firsthand the meaning of busyness.
While preparing for the New Year, buying New Year goods, decorating the room, frying pastries, steaming buns... At the same time, you have to worry about getting married, renting a sedan chair, hiring a ceremonial and music team, preparing betrothal gifts and dowry...
Anyway, the young and old don't have any free time. The most exaggerated thing is Meng Yuan. He goes out early and comes back late all day long. From time to time, he comes back covered in dust. Those who don't know it think he has gone to the mines to dig coal.
So busy until New Year's Eve, Shen Qingqing, who was extremely tired, wanted to sleep in, but was awakened by the sound of firecrackers before dawn.
Meng Yuan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her helplessly: "It's not convenient to spank children during the Chinese New Year, so we can only let them make trouble." This chapter has been completed!