Chapter 7: Marry the rich young master who is dying of illness 7
"Uncle Chen, let me come!" Siran squatted down.
The old Uncle Chen had a grateful look on his face, and then he carefully placed Si Yi on Si Ran's back.
The whole person let out a sigh of relief as Si Yi left.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! If we don't hold the ceremony, the auspicious time will pass!" The wedding host also came over to welcome them.
Si Ran carried his younger brother Si Yi on his back and stood at the groom's position.
"Yi, wake up, wake up!" he called in a low voice.
But Si Yi closed his eyes tightly, as if he was fast asleep. His face was pale, and even his lips were horribly white.
"Third brother, is he going to die?" Si Long was so frightened that he shrank into Wang Xiuyun's arms.
"You little brat, what unlucky words can you say on such a happy day?" Si Zonghua cursed and glared at his precious little son.
"Xiaolong, don't talk nonsense!" Wang Xiuyun quickly covered her son's mouth.
He was afraid that his son would say the wrong thing and make Si Zonghua angry.
Si Zonghua stretched out his hand to explore Si Yi's nose, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Si Yi's breathing was still there, but he was probably in a comatose state due to his terminal illness.
"Dad, what should we do? How can third brother go down to the ground to complete the ceremony like this?" Si Ran, who was carrying Si Yi, wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Although this brat Si Yi was seriously ill, he was tall and strong, and Si Ran was sweating profusely even after carrying him on his back.
No wonder the elderly Uncle Chen was out of breath carrying it.
"What should we do?" Everyone was talking about it.
"Dad, I think the wedding will be held on another day. The third brother is already so ill. When he gets better, he can go to the ground and stand for a while!" the eldest young master suggested boldly.
The suggestion was just put forward and was immediately rejected by Si Zonghua.
"No! Even if the wedding doesn't happen today, it will happen!" His third son has been ill for five years.
He pointed out that the wedding would bring good luck to his son, and he was afraid that if it were postponed any longer, Si Yi would be in trouble.
"Xiao Ran! Why don't you carry your brother on your back?" Si Zonghua said.
Returned to seat.
"Dad! How can this happen? The third brother is getting married? I am going to the wedding ceremony behind his back?" Siran's eyes almost fell to the ground.
"Otherwise what? Do you want me to carry it?" Si Zonghua asked in defiance.
Si Ran had no choice but to stand with Si Yi on his back, thinking to himself: Third brother, I am going to worship behind your back. You are the one who is worshiping, not me! Don’t blame Second Brother for me interfering with you when you are worshiping.
Feet!
"The ceremony officially begins!" shouted the wedding host.
Only then did Wang Yuer come back to her senses.
"Worship heaven and earth!"
"Two thanks to Gaotang!"
"Couple greetings!"
"Ouch!" Wang Yue'er and Si Ran shouted at the same time.
It turned out that two people's heads hit each other.
Si Ran quickly backed away a little while carrying Si Yi, and the whole hall burst into laughter.
"Send to the bridal chamber!" shouted the last one.
The ceremony was finally completed.
Wang Yue'er was sent to a new house decorated in red.
For the sake of good luck, this new house is not the room where Si Yi usually recuperates, but a newly renovated large suite.
How gorgeous the room was, Wang Yue'er, who was covered with a hijab, couldn't appreciate it one by one. She sat beside the soft bed, feeling uneasy inside.
"Come on, be careful!" Si Zonghua helped Si Ran and finally laid Si Yi down on the bed.
"Dad, with Yi looking like this, how are you going to complete the wedding ceremony with your head uncovered?" Ran asked in a confused manner.
"Are you worrying too much? Let's go! Let's go out!" Si Zonghua patted Si Ran's arm.