Although there was yesterday's rehearsal and several days of preparation, on today's official wedding day, he still felt that no preparation was enough and he had to confirm again and again what he would need later.
At the same time, he had to take care of the brothers who came to help him in the morning.
People kindly came to help, and the breakfast problem had to be solved, so we temporarily found a mutton soup restaurant and invited everyone to have breakfast.
Chen Xing ate quickly and felt that the steamy room was too stuffy, so he put his hands in his hands and went out to blow some air... The weather in October began to drop sharply, and the morning was full of coolness.
The weather in Sichuan Province is like this. There is almost no transition between spring and autumn. In spring, you can wear short-sleeved clothes for a month, but in autumn, a single shirt can last a whole season.
In Sichuan Province, at least in the eastern Sichuan area, there are basically none.
October is in the process of changing temperatures. Maybe it was sunny yesterday and it rained the next morning, so you have to wear a sweater and jacket all day long.
Then it stopped raining on the third day, and the sun continued to shine, and it was time to wear short-sleeves again, and the cycle continued until winter really entered.
The weather today is good, no rain, but the streets are already chilly at 6 o'clock in the morning.
Seeing the beetles lined up on the street, with wedding staff hanging flowers on them, Chen Xing suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.
So he leaned against the door of the restaurant, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.
Time flies so fast. It seems like yesterday I was working in a factory in Guangdong. The joy of getting the system has not dissipated. The next day, Zhou Peng is getting married.
And my marriage is coming soon.
Very few people in France choose to get married. In a place that longs for freedom, marriage does not bring a more stable love to couples, but an annoying constraint.
Therefore, many French people never married until their death.
Of course Chen Xing could do this, but he wanted to give Hedwig a status too much. He couldn't explain why he thought so. It might be that the scumbag really wanted to be a good person, or maybe Hedwig's life experience made him feel indebted.
The sky turns white and the stars fade away.
He threw away the cigarette he had finished smoking. When he turned around, he found the photographer hiding in the distance. He was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "If you don't take pictures of the groom, why are you pointing at me?"
"I can't help it, I can't help it...Brother Chen, I think the photos I took just now are particularly good. Can we become friends? Can you give me some advice later?"
"I'll get you into a photography group later. There are many photographers from Chengdu in there."
"Hey, okay, thank you, Brother Chen!"
Zhou Peng looked at the watch and saw Chen Xing outside, so he asked: "Have their car been arranged? We are leaving, and my mother is already urging us."
"It should be fine, go over and ask."
In fact, others had already finished the decoration, so they waited for Zhou Peng to come over to check, and then mixed in a few red envelopes. Chen Xing handed the backpack containing the red envelopes to Duan Fei, who came over with a smile and handed out two to each person.
Chen Xing said: "Just keep an eye on it, there will be a lot of space that will be used soon."
Not only do you need to spread a lot when picking up the bride, but small red envelopes like this are also indispensable at the wedding, and you will spread some at any time.
"I'm watching, don't worry."
When the motorcade set off, Chen Xing wanted to get in the same car with the photographer to see how good this person was. But he was pulled into the third car by Zhou Peng.
"You don't need to worry about it today. Just help me hold the flowers in my hand."
"Give it to Ye Zhiqiang."
There are three groomsmen today, all of whom are classmates of Zhou Peng, one Chen Xing, one Duan Fei, and one Ye Zhiqiang. Zhou Peng was much more popular than Chen Xing when he was studying, and the classmates who came today alone can sit several times.
table.
"I want you to be the bag-carrying boy. You gave the bag to Duan Fei, and now you are holding the flower and giving it to Ye Zhiqiang. What are you doing? You are more handsome than me standing up. That won't work. You have to hold it."
Zhou Peng stuffed the flowers into Chen Xing's arms and hurriedly got on the first train.
Speaking of which, Chen Xing had never known that a car like the Beetle had a convertible top. Now that the convertible top is open, the Beetle looks more premium.
The vehicle set off, facing the rising sun.
Chen Xing stood up and looked back, found the photographer's car, and then sat down and held the flowers with his hands high... He had a good composition in mind, and he was given the props to see if he could complete the composition later.
Cut it out.
When picking up the bride, the convoy did not have any tricks and went straight to Qin Xinlei's home.
When he entered the community, the security guard refused to open the door. Duan Fei went down and gave him cigarettes and red envelopes, and finally coaxed him to open the door. When he came back, he was sweating profusely.
"They are too greedy to forget it. They see that they are just getting married."
The driver smiled and said: "Actually, you only need to give me one or two, or a loose pack of cigarettes, and they won't stop you for a long time. It's just to celebrate the occasion."
Arriving downstairs in the community, Zhou Peng and several groomsmen were the first to enter the elevator, and of course the photographer also followed. He probably wanted to show off, as he was out of breath after just a few steps.
The elevator opened, and a "囍" character was posted on the wall outside, and a red rope was connected to the door of the bride's home.
The first anti-theft door is particularly easy to open, just say a few nice words. After all, there is no way to stuff red envelopes here, and the people inside the door will lose a lot of the fun of resistance.
Moving on to the second level, Qin Xinlei’s bedroom door.
This is where the trouble comes. Zhou Peng and several brothers are sticking to the wall, waiting for the door to open a crack to enter at any time, but the people inside are not vegetarians. Zhou Peng answers many questions in succession, and finally Duan Jijizhi
After a moment, he said when the person inside asked for a big red envelope.
"The crack in the door is too narrow. It's easy to throw away the two pieces, but I can't give out the big ones."
Chen Xing also said: "Yes, you open the door a crack, and we will squeeze it in for you through the crack."
When hesitating, some spectators came to help: "Those of you should also pay attention to the time, so as not to delay the auspicious time for the bride to go out."
As soon as these words came out, a crack was opened from the inside.
Several people glanced at each other, what kind of red envelopes are they giving? Just rush in straight away. There are so many plots after that, how can you waste time at the door.
So they all tried their best, and several girls in the room screamed and blocked the door, but it had no effect.
Qin Xinlei was wearing a wedding dress and looked at Zhou Peng who entered the room with a silly smile.
On the wedding day, the groom and the bride are the two people who least want to do any tricks. They just want to get married properly. The so-called programs are all thought up by others for outsiders to see.
"Find your shoes quickly!"
Everyone scattered and began to look through the bedside table, table, and wardrobe, trying to find the shoes hidden by the woman.
There are different opinions on the origin of the custom of hiding shoes at weddings, but in the final analysis, it comes from a very beautiful story "Cinderella's Glass Slippers".
In fact, this story is not only widely circulated in China, but also in other countries. The habit of hiding shoes is found in cultures all over the world, and it has become a folk custom in many places.
In fact, it is also to let the groom know that the bride is hard-won and should be cherished in the future.
Instead of letting Chen Xing use his beauty trick, Duan Fei cleverly stared at a leather bag that the bridesmaid was always holding and got the wedding shoes.
I don’t know if it was for this reason that Duan Fei was always targeted by several bridesmaids in subsequent shows, and he ended up drinking the unknown drink that Zhou Peng drew by pulling a string.
Chen Xing secretly smelled the smell, thinking it was sour and leisurely, but he only smelled the smell of alcohol and cola. There shouldn't be anything strange added, it was just a mixture of various liquors.
Duan Fei was the one who was the main drinker at the wedding. He was least afraid of drinking. He drank this unknown mixture without any expression on his face.
After passing five levels and killing six generals, Zhou Peng carried Qin Xinlei downstairs and entered the wedding car.
The woman's relatives also got into the open-top Beetles. This is when the real wedding car parade will really begin. The route has been planned long ago to make sure there will be no traffic jams and try not to encounter red lights.