The Buddhist Wife of the Cold-Hearted Educated Youth in the 1970s

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Chapter 8: Wedding

Around six o'clock, the sound of suona was heard outside. Meng Wanqiu didn't know what song it was, but it felt quite festive.

"The groom is here!" I don't know who shouted.

The little kids who knew nothing also shouted, and the adults were also happy. The villagers worked all year round and had nothing to do for fun. It was a rare happy event in the village. They could watch the excitement without going to work, so they all shouted loudly.

Pei Xingzhi was wearing a black Zhongshan suit. When he entered the door, he made the old and young people very happy. He had a flower made of red cloth pinned on his chest. He called people one by one according to the rules and came to Meng Wanqiu's door.

Even when they arrived at the door, they could not enter at will. There was also a custom of "blocking the door", where the relatives of the woman would embarrass the man. However, the Meng family was very satisfied with Pei Xingzhi as their son-in-law, and did not make much of an obstacle, so they were ready to move aside.

But at this time, a small episode occurred. Meng Fengdong stubbornly blocked the door and did not let Pei Xingzhi in. "You have to promise me that you will be good to my sister in the future and not bully her."

Pei Xingzhi looked at his brother-in-law with red eyes in front of him. He was still in school in his teens and was only as tall as his shoulders, but he still used his thin shoulders to block him.

"Oh, is this brother reluctant to leave his sister?"

"The brother and sister have a deep affection, and tears are coming out."

The jokes of the people around him made Meng Fengdong's ears red, but he still stubbornly blocked the door.

For some reason, Pei Xingzhi envied Meng Wanqiu. He put his hand on Meng Fengdong's shoulder and said in a deep and powerful voice: "I promise you, I will be good to your sister, and she will be my responsibility."

But please forgive me, I will not love her.

Meng Fengdong lowered his head, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and moved his feet to the side without saying a word, and let him out of the door.

Meng Yanchun pulled him over, holding him with his arm, and rubbing his head with his other hand, "Okay, Xiaowan has not left home, what's there to cry about."

Meng Fengdong cried silently in his brother's arms, and retorted in a hushed voice: "I didn't cry, and I saw you secretly wiping your tears, brother."

Meng Yanchun subconsciously touched his eyes, which were wet, and then knocked Meng Fengdong again as if to vent his anger.

"Ah~"

When Pei Xingzhi entered the room, he saw Meng Wanqiu in a red wedding dress, sitting cross-legged on the bed, her hair tied behind her head with a red rope, looking at him with sparkling eyes, her face white with pink, but he knew that this was not shyness, but her original skin color.

Her lips were red, like a small cherry. This wedding dress fit her well, not only covering her slightly round figure, but also outlining her curves, making people feel how beautiful she was today.

Yes, beautiful, everyone present was stunned. A large number of them were seeing Meng Wanqiu for the first time. They all knew that she had been stupid, but they didn't expect that she was so beautiful.

Ding Heng originally wanted to see the excitement and see what the stupid person that Pei Xingzhi was going to marry looked like. He never thought that the stupid person was not stupid, but also looked so good.