In ancient times, the groom would indeed ride a horse to welcome the bride, but he didn't expect that this village of paper figures would be so particular about it.
The villagers separated to both sides in unison, and the paper man called Mr. Hua walked over holding a horse made of white paper.
The paper-made horse is lifelike, about as tall as two Wang Jins. It also wears a big red flower made of paper on its head. It is raising its head and snorting.
Unfortunately, it is made of paper and has no breathing function, so it looks a bit weird.
"Officer Groom, please mount your horse."
Hua Ye didn't give Wang Jin a chance to communicate with the madman at all. He bent down and shouted in a sharp voice.
"Okay, mount up."
Wang Jin nodded, he was already used to these weird things.
Stepping on the pedals on the saddle, Wang Jin pointed at the madman and said to Mr. Hua.
"I want him to lead my horse."
"Okay, okay, we can all understand the customs of the groom's office."
Hua Ye nodded, but his tone was a bit wrong, but he still obediently gave up his position.
"Is this old man starting to doubt me?"
Wang Jin looked at Hua Ye, who was leaning on a cane and smiling sinisterly, and couldn't help but mutter.
It can be seen from the reactions of other paper figures that the old paper figure named Hua Ye seems to have a high status in the village. As long as he takes the lead in saying that Wang Jin is not good, the marriage will probably not be completed.
Not only did the marriage fail, Wang Jin felt that everyone in his group had to answer here.
"We have to find a way to kill him."
Of course Wang Jin couldn't express this thought in his heart, but instead nodded politely to Mr. Hua.
Wang Jin winked at the madman, indicating that he would find an opportunity to take action.
The madman pointed at himself and shook his head, as if he was worried about something.
"Zheng Ran, this is not your character."
Wang Jin had something in his words, then he got on his horse and waved to the madman.
"To be able to scare a madman like this, what has he been through?"
Looking at the madman walking slowly over, Wang Jin thought to himself.
Unfortunately, in full view of the public, he could neither communicate with the lunatic nor read the note he gave him, so he had no choice but to sit on the paper horse.
"The bridegroom mounts his horse! Let's go to the bridegroom!"
The old lady's voice sounded. This voice was very familiar to Wang Jin. His eyes widened and he turned to look.
The one who spoke was indeed the old lady with her head flying into the sky.
She walked from behind Wang Jin, raised her eyebrows as she passed him, and showed an offensive smile.
Wang Jin was still thinking just now that a matchmaker should be involved in the appointment, and how this old lady who had fallen apart would appear.
But he never expected that the matchmaker would wander out like nothing happened.
"It seems that the madman is worried about this. The killed paper man will be resurrected in some way."
"Then we can only finish the matter before Mr. Hua comes back to life."
Wang Jin touched his chin, he couldn't kill the paper man casually, and the lunatic's current appearance might be related to him killing the paper man.
The itchy feeling on Wang Jin's cheeks disappeared without a trace after Wang Jin put on the paper clothes, and was replaced by waves of coolness.
The madman wore a black gauze hat and had a serious expression on his face.
A group of people walked up to Wang Jin, the gongs and suonas sounded in turn, and the music and music were very lively.
"The bridegroom is engaged and riding to the court!"
"Going to church on horseback, your family will be destroyed!"
Several children ran back and forth holding lanterns and singing vague songs.
"Whose child is so annoying."
Wang Jin frowned, and then subconsciously began to ponder the meaning of the song.
"That means you must dismount when praying? Isn't this normal?"
After thinking to no avail, Wang Jin decided to pay more attention when praying. Thinking too much now would be of no use.
In the strange green light reflected by countless lanterns, a strange procession of sending off relatives was marching slowly.
Among the nearly 100 people, only one and a half could barely be called alive.
The groom wore a paper coat dyed red with human blood and rode a paper horse made of white paper. His handsome young face was stained with blood and dust.
Children tied with paper sang strange songs and ran ahead, with two balls of blush on their pale faces.
The head of the matchmaker who led the way was shaking, as if it would fall off at any time, but she was still smoking an unlit pipe pot with a smile on her face, and a half-burned white candle could be vaguely seen in her mouth.
The best man leading the horse was tall, wearing a black gauze hat that the groom said represented happiness on his head. The blood-stained white shroud turned bright red, and the bright red flesh and wriggling bamboo strips could be directly seen on the exposed left arm.
The respected old man was leaning on a cane, and the lantern in his hand reflected the red paper flowers on his chest and his expressionless face.
A group of paper figures were beating gongs and drums, and the leader was beating the gong. The small hammer in his hand almost exploded the groom's head a quarter of an hour ago.
The suona sounded, and the song "Crying at the Fifth Watch" was played very festively, making people unable to help crying.
The guests were happily discussing who would drink more drinks and who would eat less meat and vegetables later, and discussed whose children were legitimately married. They seemed to have completely forgotten that they were paper figures.
The group of people walked happily to the center of the village, and the atmosphere of joy lingered in the entire team.
The young groom seemed to be infected by the festive atmosphere, with a faint smile on his face.
"Fuck you, this is too unlucky."
Wang Jin had a smile on his face, but he was already thinking about setting fire to these cerebral palsy people.
"Be patient, be patient, and you can see Li Hui when you visit the church."
Taking a deep breath, the smile on Wang Jin's face became a little brighter.
"I just don't know if Azi and A'Zhu are there."
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In the largest house in the middle of the village, the new house was decorated very festively.
The bride dressed in white was sitting on a big blood-red bed, with a hijab made of unknown material covering her face, so her appearance could not be seen clearly.
A'Zi and A'Zhu were dressed up beautifully, standing aside in small red paper clothes.
"Azi, do you think Wang Jin will come?"
A'Zhu asked in a low voice with a cold voice.
"Don't worry, he will definitely come. What we have to do is to preserve our strength before he comes."
Azi said softly, and the man's warm smile seemed to appear in front of her eyes again. When she thought of this, her heart was filled with strength.
The bride wearing a white wedding dress next to her nodded, seeming to agree with Azi's statement.
"But are we really going to marry him?"
A'Zhu continued to ask, with no emotion in his tone.
"Who wants to marry him?"
Before Ah Zi could answer, the bride suddenly yelled out.
"If you want to marry, of course you will."
The door was pushed open, and a paper figurine with the appearance of a woman walked in with a smile.