As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 422: Chun Yu, I'm Here to Pick You Home
"Why, are you scared?" Shen Qingqing bent down, rubbed his head, and comforted him in a warm voice: "It's okay, don't be afraid, just sleep and you'll be fine."
"I'm not afraid, I believe in mother." Meng Qiyu squeezed her little hands tighter, and a light blush appeared on her fair face, "I want to eat before going to bed. Uncle Yuan's house has a lot of delicious food."
Shen Qingqing: "..."
Well, the reason is very good and cannot be refuted.
"Let's go, mother will take you to a wedding banquet. Eat at Aunt Chunyu's house first, and then eat at Uncle Yuan's house. Eat all at once."
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Wang family.
There are lanterns and colorful decorations everywhere, and the atmosphere is full of joy.
Shen Qingqing greeted the villagers and went to find the bride. As soon as she entered the door, she ran into Chunyu's two sisters-in-law.
The two of them changed their usual sarcastic faces and put on bright smiles. No matter how much they were sincere or fake, others felt comfortable watching them anyway.
The sister-in-law came forward to greet her enthusiastically: "Hey, Qingqing is here. Last night Yun'er said that you and Meng Yuan were back, which made Chunyu very happy..."
Before he finished speaking, Chunyu, who was dressing up in front of the dressing mirror, suddenly ran over and saw a smile on Shen Qingqing's pretty face, which was as delicate as a dewy begonia flower standing on a spring day.
"Qingqing, is everything okay?"
"Well." Shen Qingqing nodded, reached out to straighten the messy hair on her forehead, and teased: "You are already a bride, why are you still so frivolous? If you damage the makeup, Yuan Xudong may want to find me.
Settle accounts."
Shen Qingqing laughed to herself and said: "But Sister Chunyu is beautiful, even if she wears makeup, she can't hide her beauty. She's just like Yuan Xudong, that silly monkey."
Chunyu blushed, lowered her eyelashes and was so embarrassed that she could not speak. The joy in her heart was like the rising tide of the sea, surging and mighty, almost drowning her whole body.
She should be the happiest person in the world, right?
How wonderful it would be to have a husband who loves her and respects her, a career that she can work for her whole life, and a group of friends with whom she can talk about anything.
She held Shen Qingqing's hand in hers, her dark eyes full of gratitude, "Qingqing, thank you."
"Thank me for what? The person you should thank is yourself." Shen Qingqing corrected her.
Chunyu squeezed her hand again, without explaining, and silently hid all her emotions in her heart.
She should thank herself, thank herself for walking hard in the darkness but never forgetting her original intention.
But I should also thank the woman in front of me who is smiling and smiling.
To her, Shen Qingqing was a lamp, first bringing light to her in the darkest moment of her life, and then guiding her to move forward in a higher, farther, and happier direction.
She will remember this kindness forever.
"Hurry and get ready, the bride-to-be is at the entrance of the village!"
Wang Tiezhu's angry voice sounded outside the courtyard gate, and the room suddenly became lively.
Those setting off firecrackers, those blocking doors, those counting dowries... all were gearing up and posing.
Not long after, the team to pick up the bride arrived at the door of Wang's house. Yuan Xudong, who was wearing a bright red wedding robe, got off his horse, his steps were windy, and his smile was high-spirited, giving him a somewhat handsome young man's demeanor.
But that grace only lasted for a moment. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he shouted without caring about his image: "Chun Yu, I'm here to take you home, Chunyu!"
He looked impatient, like a big stupid dog just waiting to be fed by his master.
The villagers of Yanghua Village surrounded him, "Chun Yu is the most beautiful and hard-working girl in our village. You married such a good girl, why don't you show your sincerity?"
Yuan Xudong understood instantly and raised his arm to direct Fuwang: "Hurry up and give everyone the bonus."
"Here it comes, here it comes!" Fuwang rushed over with a bamboo basket filled with red envelopes, huffing and puffing out one after another.
A basket of red envelopes was scattered out, and not only did the number of people blocking the door remain the same, there were even a few more.
Yuan Xudong was dumbfounded, "The red envelopes have been distributed, why aren't you letting me in?"
Shen Qingqing stood by the door of the wedding room and replied with a smile: "The bride hasn't finished dressing up yet. How about the groom compose some poems to encourage her to dress up?"
"Poetry to encourage makeup?" Yuan Xudong recalled carefully, "When Meng Yuan married you, there was no such thing."
Why is it that when it's his turn, he comes up with a makeup poem?
The most terrible thing is that he can't compose poetry at all!
Yuan Xudong looked at Meng Yuan with a grimace, "Brother Meng, can you help me?"
Meng Yuan raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Everyone is a bridegroom who composes poems to urge his wife. If you ask me to help, who does the bride get?"
"Forget it, you'd better not help." Yuan Xudong immediately put away the idea of asking for foreign aid, clenched his fists, held his breath, and searched for words, but there was no ink in his stomach, and he was anxious, so he couldn't think for a long time.
Come up with a complete sentence.
In the end, I became anxious. I gritted my teeth, stamped my feet, and howled at the top of my lungs: "Chun Yu, I'm an idiot. I can't compose poetry, and I don't know how to be romantic, but my heart for you is true!"
"Chun Yu, come out, let's go home together, make money together to open a new store, buy a new house, and live in love for the rest of our lives, okay?"
"good."
Chunyu's gentle voice sounded from behind the crowd. She stood tall and tall at the door of her new house, with a bright red hijab covering her head, and her face could not be seen clearly.
But Yuan Xudong could imagine her expression at this moment. There must be a smile on her face, a smile more beautiful than flowers.
At this moment, he suddenly wanted to cry - cry for this hard-won happiness.
After going round and round, he was finally able to be with the girl he loved.
"Our bride is so beautiful that she even made the groom look stupid." A villager joked with a smile when he saw Yuan Xudong standing motionless in the crowd.
Yuan Xudong came back to his senses, sniffed, walked through the crowd to Chun Yu, and extended his right hand to her.
Xi Niang smiled and handed the other end of the red hand to his hand, flicked the fiery red handkerchief, and said happily: "A piece of red silk, two people holding hydrangea, Yue Lao will determine the three lives, hold hands until the old age!"
The two newlyweds walked through the lively crowd and walked towards the red sedan chair outside the door. The crowd followed the steps of the newlyweds, and the front of the wedding room suddenly became empty.
Meng Yuan walked quietly to Shen Qingqing's side, hooked her finger, and asked, "Would you like to go there together?"
"You go ahead, I'll have a meal before I leave."
"Um?"
Shen Qingqing shrugged her shoulders, pointed to a corner of the wall, and said helplessly: "There is no way, our little glutton wants to eat the wedding banquet, so the mother-in-law has no choice but to sacrifice her life to accompany her."
Meng Yuan looked in the direction of her finger, and sure enough he saw Meng Qiyu sitting alone in the corner, chewing on a big chicken leg, while the warm-hearted Wangfu stuffed another piece of pork into his mouth.
The rather fat piece of meat stained half of his face with oil, and when the sun shined on it, it was so bright that it dazzled people's eyes.