Not long after the university entrance, the wedding of He Zhengyue was held as scheduled.

The newlyweds' formal wedding banquet was first held in Shanghai, and then they went back to Tongzhou City, the bride's hometown, to hold a return banquet.

When he returned to the banquet, Xuezhu also flew back to Tongzhou City with the bride from Shanghai.

Even when I returned, it was still lively and grand, and many familiar relatives and friends were present one after another.

Xuezhu also saw Zhong Zihan whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

Zhong Zihan walked into the bride's room, first called Sister Zhengyue, and then laughed out in surprise at the moment when he saw Xuezhu: "Xiaozhu? I really didn't recognize it. They all grew so tall," and then compared it to his waist and abdomen, "I remember you were just that tall at that time."

Xuezhu pulled the corners of her lips: "I'm not that short."

"Just kidding," Zhong Zihan looked at her face, "When did you learn to put on makeup? Today's makeup is pretty."

Xuezhu doesn't eat this set: "It's made by the makeup artist, and all the bridesmaids have this makeup."

Zhong Zihan was not angry and found a way out for himself: "Then you are also the most beautiful among the bridesmaids."

"Thank you," Xuezhu flattered at the right time, "You are also the handsomest of the people who came today."

"That's it," said Zhong Zihan, "After all, Meng Yuning can't get back in the UK, isn't I the most handsome one?"

The people of Mengyuning really couldn't get back, but the red envelopes were faster than people.

If the person has not arrived, the red envelope will arrive.

When He Zhengyue received Meng Yuning's red envelope, she joked with others that her younger brother had not even received a wedding banquet and wasted a red envelope.

Xuezhu and Zhong Zihan were standing aside and chatting when they suddenly heard He Zhengyue say to them: "Come here, I'll call Ningning for a video call."

Xuezhu subconsciously shrank her shoulders after hearing the name.

The sound of connection came from the phone.

She hurriedly said, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

Then he turned around and hid in the bathroom in the room.

"Xiaozhu, hurry up." He Zhengyue urged.

Xuezhu: "I understand."

Until the connection was connected, the snow bamboo had not come out yet.

Zhong Zihan raised his eyebrows and buried the person on his phone: "Comrade Meng Yuning, how are you doing in the distant empire of the sun never set? Is the sunshine over there warm to the embrace of our motherland?"

The pixels of mobile phone videos are not high, but Meng Yuning still has early in the morning.

The apartment was empty, and the man was sitting at the table, sluggishly, with a pen clamped at his fingertips and a few stacks of documents under his elbows. He was obviously still busy.

He was on the desk lamp and videoed with them. There was a lot of noise, but he could still barely see the slightly bent tips of his eyes through the reflective lenses: "Of course not."

Zhong Zihan snorted: "You are a little patriotic."

"Thank you for your approval," Meng Yuning laughed twice, his eyes moved slowly, and then asked softly, "Why didn't you see Xiaozhu?"

"She went to the bathroom," He Zhengyue turned her head and rinsed at the bathroom, "Xiaozhu, have you finished the meal?"

A erratic sound came from the bathroom: "No."

"Did you just eat something and feel uncomfortable in your stomach?"

Professional habits caused Zhong Zihan to stand up and want to ask her in detail what was going on.

As soon as he walked two steps to the bathroom, the door was suddenly pushed open. A group of young women in bridesmaid suits stood at the door, accompanied by the chattering noise. He was slightly frightened and subconsciously stopped.

The moment the bridesmaids saw Zhong Zihan, their eyes suddenly popped up: "Zhengyue, is this your younger brother who is studying in Union University?"

He Zhengyue: "Yes."

Before he could react, Zhong Zihan was surrounded by a group of bridesmaids and sisters. He asked how old he was, and if he had a girlfriend.

A bridesmaid noticed that He Zhengyue was holding up her cell phone, and there was a person on the screen.

"He Zhengyue, you got married today and secretly spoke to men with videos. It's okay to share videos with videos, but you're more handsome than your husband. Are you worthy of your husband doing this?"

He Zhengyue laughed out loud: "Don't you fucking shit. This is my other brother, who is studying in the UK."

"Damn. He Zhengyue, you saved the Milky Way in your previous life, two such handsome brothers," the bridesmaid immediately shouted dissatisfiedly, "And your little sister, younger and more beautiful than us. If you ask her to be a bridesmaid, we old aunts are more like old aunts by your sister."

For a moment, the bride's room was noisy.

Meng Yuning didn't like such noisy, so he could only say: "I'll hang up first, happy wedding."

He Zhengyue finally asked a question she was most curious about: "Ningning, are you looking for a girlfriend?"

here we go again.

The problem that remains unchanged for thousands of years.

The man still answered for thousands of years, shook his head and laughed and said, "No, I'll die first."

After hanging up the video, He Zhengyue finally couldn't stand it anymore. She crossed her waist and shouted to the women: "I tell you, don't think about hitting my brother, you should find a man yourself!"

The bridesmaids sighed, saying that He Zhengyue, a friend, was too incompetent.

When Xuezhu came out of the bathroom, the staff who arranged the wedding process came over and knocked on the door and said that the bride could play.

Xue Zhu took care of the long skirt of the Western-style bridal suit for He Zhengyue. He Zhengyue whispered and said to her: "I'll send a message to Ningning later. Neither of you said anything just now."

Xuezhu nodded: "Yes."

But she knew she was just perfunctory.

I can't tell why I was hiding. Anyway, I was calling out to the camera through my phone and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

I thought I had hidden a lot of thoughts and would suddenly come up after hearing the three words Meng Yuning.

After the wedding, Xuezhu and the others had a bridal chamber and helped clean up the house before leaving the new hotel.

On the way back, she and Zhong Zihan walked along the way. Both of them drank and supported each other into the car.

Zhong Zihan drank a lot, and he didn't know what he was crazy today, and he had sex with the groom. However, compared to the groom who had been unconscious by him, he was already good now.

Zhong Zihan, who was so drunk that he leaned on Xuezhu's shoulder, opened his eyes when he opened his eyes, but suddenly he called her in a drunken state: "Xiaozhu."

Xuezhu responded in a daze: "What's the matter?"

Zhong Zihan murmured: "She is still married."

Xuezhu didn't hear it clearly and asked, "Ah? What?"

"I said Sister Zhengyue is married." Zhong Zihan repeated.

"I know, what's wrong?"

"You don't know," Zhong Zihan rubbed her forehead against her shoulder, sighing, "You don't know."

Xuezhu's neck was itchy, so she helped him sit up: "Brother Zihan? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhong Zihan burped and nodded vigorously, his voice feeling quite aggrieved: "I feel uncomfortable."

"Would you like to take you to the hospital?"

"What's the use of going to the hospital? I'm a doctor myself," Zhong Zihan blinked and grinned silly, "No medicine is useful."

Xuezhu thought he was drunk, so she had to open the car window in the back seat, hoping that the cold wind at night would help him wake up.

The cold wind blew all the way, and by the time I got home, Zhong Zihan was already much more awake than before.

Without the drunkenness just now, his first sentence after he woke up was: "Xiaozhu, can you pretend that what I said just now didn't hear it?"

It was a bit like stealing the bell, but he had to bite the bullet and ask her.

Xuezhu vaguely guessed something.

She said nothing and nodded in agreement with him.

"Thank you." Zhong Zihan smiled at her gratefully, touching her head like when she was a child, "It's better for my sister."

Who says that people will become more courageous when they grow up? It’s all nonsense.

The reckless heart-warming that was young and ignorant of consequences, the more you grew older, the less courage you had, the more you had, the burden and hesitation in your heart became heavier and heavier. The impulse and fearlessness of the past had been exhausted, leaving only infinite regrets that you could not say.

Compared to the teenager who indulged in tears, some people would comfort and feel distressed. Adults would choose to use time to heal all this. After waking up, they would struggle to re-enter a new life.

So is she, so is Zhong Zihan.

The only one who is unwilling to admit or can't forget the feelings in his heart, even the day he dies, is probably only known by himself.

***

A few days after the wedding, Xuezhu and the newlyweds returned to Shanghai.

Life soon became dull again, and many small episodes have happened.

For some reason, everyone around me started using WeChat, and Xuezhu immediately transferred most of her contacts to WeChat.

From the beginning of her exposure to the Internet to the present, the QQ that has been with her for many years has finally been slowly replaced by new social software.

Various privileges that have long expired because of no renewal, occasionally prompts for her to renew.

But all these are no longer attractive to her now.
To be continued...