Because he had attended his second sister's wedding throughout the whole time last time, Yan Lang was still very familiar with his work. Before dawn, a table was set up in the yard.

Because there were too many people coming to have a wedding banquet, Yan Quankui and Yan Weiguo had already gone to the house where they could borrow last night to borrow all the tables and stools, and they also borrowed a lot of bowls, chopsticks, winnowing baskets, basins, and buckets.

Because there is a blue brick stove with a large pot of vegetables on the side of the Yan family yard, there are only a few dining tables that can be placed. This place is usually used to arrange guests such as relatives, friends, elders, and others who are close to the Yan family.

In addition, there is a small flat ground next door where Yan Quankui had specially laid bluestone slabs to dry things. It just so happened that eight or nine tables could be installed there, and five or six tables were installed on the old house.

There are still customers who cannot arrange a reservation, so they can only have a banquet.

Yan Lang got up at around four o'clock. Although he wanted to take Rong Qian over and carry it into his doghouse immediately, he had to wait any longer.

Fortunately, there is still some work to be busy with. By 7 o'clock, the group of friends who had a good relationship with Yan Lang also came over. As soon as they arrived, they were making a fuss to see Yan Lang's new house, but Yan Lang smiled and blocked him.

Nonsense, his room will not be the doghouse from today, so he will welcome the hostess with the best appearance. How can this group of animals be harmed?

Until ten o'clock in the morning, seeing that Yan Lang could go out to pick up the bride, Yan Lang quickly pulled his elder brother and cousin. He had already explained yesterday that they must stop all the guys around him who wanted to make trouble when he was carrying Rong Qian over.

When others got married, Yan Lang also liked to watch the couple make fun of the bridal chamber, but when it was his turn to get married, Yan Lang refused to do it.

"Yan San'er, your child wants his wife and not his brothers anymore!"

"If you don't want a wife?"

Yan Lang asked back with confidence, which caused a group of young men to burst into laughter.

Behind Yan Lang was a group of aunts, little wives and young men watching the fun, and a group of little kids who were "buyed" by Yan Lang with a cannon. One of them held a plastic flower that was particularly popular at this moment, spread her feet and ran to the front.

When Yan Lang arrived at the yard of the educated youth site, he sprinkled wedding candy and entered the room of the female educated youth. When he saw Rong Qian, Rong Qian reached out and took the plastic flowers handed over by the last child and closed them in the palm of his hand, raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile.

Yan Lang's face, which was not red at all, was slowly blushed, and he could not open his eyes when he looked at Rong Qian in the bride's uniform.

Originally, Rong Qian wanted to borrow her second sister's red clothes when she got married, but Yan Lang was not happy. She would not save money on such a set of clothes, not to mention that she could keep it for the rest of her life after wearing that dress. When she got old, the two could still look out from time to time and reminisce about her feelings when she got married.

Yan Lang is not a sentimental person, but he couldn't help feeling emotional about something related to Rong Qian, thinking that such memories can't be bought no matter how much money it is.

Yan Lang insisted so persistently, Rong Qian didn't say anything anymore. At the beginning, she just wanted to reduce the burden on Yan Lang.

Although a set of bride costumes may be lent out for more than ten years to marry dozens or hundreds of "brides" from all over the country, after all, which woman doesn't want to have her own wedding costume?

Rong Qian was moved and sweet to be able to give her such good things. She felt more and more that she was lucky enough to come here from the north to meet Yan Lang.

"Where is fucked by the ha-hearted boy? The groom carries the bride's wife!"

An aunt shouted with a loud voice. Yan Lang came to his senses and smiled and stepped forward to hold Rong Qian's hand.

The two of them turned out of the main hall and bowed to the portrait of the great man that had been hung. Then Yan Lang squatted down his horse stance and turned his back to Rong Qian.

"Come up, don't be afraid, keep it safe and won't throw you."

Yan Lang turned his head and said in a low voice. Rong Qian smiled, pinching Hua with one hand and clinging to Yan Lang's shoulders with the other hand, and laying up on him.

Yan Lang slammed the man's back and slammed him upwards, which scared Rong Qian so much that he quickly wrapped his neck loosely with both hands.

Yan Lang was in a state of excitement, and he smiled and shouted, "Come on his wife and go home!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran out. Rong Qian exclaimed, and the crowd was stunned by his sudden movements, and then they all laughed.

"Yan Sanwa carried his wife and ran away!"

"Hey, who is not in a hurry to get married?"

"Who said it? If it were me, I wouldn't be in a hurry!"

"Hahaha Niuwa, you are a person who doesn't even have a partner, and you still want to carry your wife? It's still early!"

Because Yan Lang walked steadily with his back, the children were running around, shouting while running, and the naughty boy squeezed his lower lips with his hands and sucked out loud whistles.

The adults watching were also moved. The special group of young people chased behind and shouted to steal their wife. Yan Lang laughed and ran away, and turned around from time to time to provoke a few words. Rong Qian wanted to cover her face.

It was obviously a very serious matter like getting married, but why did it feel like a child playing house? But as the laughter that resounded half of the village, Rong Qian couldn't help laughing. Few people could do such a lively wedding.

"Happy? You know you will be very happy to marry me. Don't worry, in the future, you will become an old lady with thin hair and teeth. I will make you laugh all day long!"

Yan Lang tilted his head and tried hard to see Rong Qian with his head on his right shoulder. After saying that, he kissed Rong Qian's smiling face.

Rong Qian hid, and before she could do anything, Yan Lang smacked her lips and frowned, "What kind of cosmetics are good-looking, but they don't taste very good."

Today, Rong Qian's face was also covered with the bridal makeup made with Yao Xue's cosmetics.

Speaking of makeup, Rong Qian suddenly remembered Jiao Yuting and her little cousin. She turned her head and saw that they were still trying hard to chase each other. If they didn't run faster, the two of them would be squeezed behind by the onlookers.

"Hu, Hu, I, Jiao Yuting, have been a bridesmaid so many times and attended so many weddings. Just this time, it's so hard for us to be bridesmaids!"

Jiao Yuting doesn't like running very much. She can kill her if she runs 800 meters, but now she has to run in the fields with her things at the speed of the strong wind, making her suddenly want to sing a song "In the Field of Hope".

Now the groom's actions in front are very suitable for making mv clips!

Yan Siqiao has been accustomed to running with Yan Lang, his little cousin, on the mountain river since she was a child. Now she runs very easily and even feels very happy. She hasn't run like this for a long time, as if she let go of everything, leaving only herself to follow the wind and pounce forward.

In the words of her little cousin, she felt like she was free from the shackles of the ** and gained freedom. Of course, the little cousin who said this at the beginning is now running towards freedom with her wife on her back.

Yan Siqiao thought of this and giggled, making Jiao Yuting next to him look admiring.

He was laughing while running without any slight sensation. He was amazing, and I admire him!

He ran all the way to the Yan family's yard. The scene of the couple running back and chasing him still made the guests waiting in the Yan family laugh very much. Yan Lang carried Rong Qian into the new room and sat on the bed. He talked with Rong Qian for a while. Knowing that Rong Qian had not had breakfast, Yan Lang went to the kitchen to find his mother to make some fried pork and other things.

After picking up the bride, Yan Lang was able to accompany Rong Qian to rest in the room for more than an hour. When the meal started at 11:30, Yan Lang took Rong Qian and toasted the elders under the leadership of Yan Quankui and Zhang Damei.

Today, Zhang Hongliang and his wife Wang Qiaolan also came with two children. When they toasted him, five dollars suddenly became more in the dustpan that had only one or two cents. "Yan Lang, after marrying a wife, you will be an adult in the future. Uncle knows that you have plans for your future. Uncle only wishes you a good eagle spreads its wings and a safe and happy life!"

The congratulations are not standard enough, but these two words are Zhang Hongliang's most sincere blessing to Yan Lang.

Yan Lang's eyes were red, and he thanked him seriously, and asked Rong Qian to call Uncle Liang and Aunt Lan. Then the two of them clinked the wine glasses with Zhang Hongliang, raised their necks and drank the rice wine in one sip.

The noisy meal was not dispersed until after three o'clock in the afternoon. Yan Lang stuffed red envelopes to the helpers. Jiao Yuting and Rong Qian said goodbye, and they took the red envelopes and left.

Jiao Yuting received the admission letter a few days ago, and she also belonged to Tianjin University. She agreed to Rong Qian that she would contact her after returning to Tianjin.

Originally, Jiao Yuting should have gone back long ago, but because Rong Qian was preparing to get married, Jiao Yuting stayed here. After attending Rong Qian's wedding, she was about to leave tomorrow. The letters of introduction were ready.

As for returning to Tianjin with Yan Lang and Rong Qian?

Jiao Yuting is not that stupid yet. She is a light bulb all the way, so she is afraid that the big shot will keep a small account book for her in her heart.

At noon, Rong Qian started to drink a few glasses of rice wine while toasting with several important elders. After that, Yan Lang was drinking it. The rice wine was not very good, but the momentum was strong. Yan Lang looked flushed when he returned to the house. After talking to Rong Qian for a while, he fell to bed and fell asleep instantly.

Rong Qian only thought Yan Lang was very drunk, so naturally she didn't know that there was another reason because Yan Lang slept for less than an hour at night. After the wedding, she relaxed and mixed with alcohol. She just got stuck on the pillow and couldn't wake up after a few kicks?

Rong Qian sat on the edge of the bed and took off Yan Lang's shoes, and only took off his coat. Rong Qian was embarrassed to touch the others, so she could only let Yan Lang make do with it and put on the quilt and ignored him.

Seeing that Yan Lang did not show any discomfort and was sleeping well, Rong Qian left the room and went to say hello to Yao Xue, Yao's mother, Zhang Damei and the others, and helped Zhang Damei, Yan and Hulan and the others do some housework.

"Let go, you, the bride, do these things do not do them!"

Zhang Damei wanted to drive her back to the house, but Rong Qian smiled and refused, "Mom, I will be part of this family in the future. We will leave in a few days. I want to talk more to you, Mom and Second Sister, while you are not leaving."

Speaking of this, Zhang Damei's nose was sore that she didn't drive anyone away, but she only asked Rong Qian to do some light and clean work, which was the same as Yao Xue.

Yan Lang slept until after eight o'clock in the evening. Zhang Damei and the others did not wait for him. They steamed a bowl of rice on the charcoal stove in the kitchen and were finished.

Yan Hulan went back to the Liu family in the next village with Liu Desheng in the afternoon. When he had another engagement drink from Yan Weiguo and Yao Xue tomorrow, he would go back to the town.

Although Liu Desheng doesn't have to go to work during the summer vacation of the school, Yan Hulan still has to work in the commune.

After dinner, he fed water and returned to the room. Rong Qian twisted a towel and wiped Yan Lang's face and hands, and after washing himself, he stopped Yan Lang's legs from the bed, and squatted down and rubbed his feet.

After washing up, Rong Qian took out the copper-wrapped gold and silver hanged hairpin on her hair, and her long hair was curled and dispersed.

Turning his head to look at someone on the bed, Rong Qian put his hand on the button and bit her lip for a moment, turned around and blew the kerosene lamp, took off her clothes from the dark, leaving only her autumn clothes and pants, and then nervously lifted a corner of the quilt and rubbed it in carefully.

Feeling that Yan Lang was not moving inside the bed, Rong Qian breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the edge of the bed and lay facing outside.

Although he was already married and took the time to get his marriage certificate yesterday morning, it was really embarrassing to let Rong Qian lie next to Yan Lang calmly.

Rong Qian thought about it for a while, tried to clear her thoughts, closed her eyes and tried to sleep. As a result, after closing her eyes for a while, a strong arm suddenly stretched out from behind her, and hugged her waist with one hand. He used force like a spider dragging prey directly, dragging Rong Qian from the outermost edge of the bed into the inner side.

Rong Qian was so scared that she exclaimed. When she came to her senses, her upper body was pressed down and her lips were gently touched.

A familiar breath enveloped, Rong Qian breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and pushed him, muttering with a little complaining tone, "I'm scared to death, when did you wake up? Do you eat?"

Yan Lang sat up a little, buried himself in the quilt and moved around, his voice muffled, "What are you afraid of? Who else can you have except me? You woke up when you washed my feet just now and didn't eat."

All the questions were answered. Rong Qian felt something was wrong with Yan Lang like this well-behaved. While asking curiously, Yan Lang was hiking around in the quilt like a loach, "What are you doing?"

Moving around, letting the heat in the quilt go away.

Yan Lang didn't answer, and finally finished his work and pressed on Rong Qian again. Rong Qian was so stressed that she was pressed up and wanted to push her. However, the hot skin she touched was immediately scared, and at the same time, her mind also automatically resolved her doubts just now.

This guy was just buried in the quilt and took off his clothes!

Yan Lang not only took off himself, but after pressing him up, he slapped Rong Qian's neck like a pig and cabbage, but also pulled Rong Qian's autumn clothes and pants to take off her clothes.

"I tell you, I really know how to give birth to a baby!"

Oh, remember the last time I made a forced defense to explain the "joking" of having a baby? Rong Qian wanted to protect her clothes, but was afraid of meeting Yan Lang. She could even take the time to admire her first thought of this.

Yan Lang has been practicing rogue skills for more than ten years, so Rong Qian is not his opponent. In the end, Rong Qian was pulled by Yan Lang for a while and raised her hand and arched her waist, and was quickly stripped naked.

The skin on the whole body was in contact with each other, especially between the legs below, a stick that seemed to be having a fever was clearly felt. When Rong Qian was a child, she read the book about the human body structure in her father's study and vaguely knew what it was.

But when I saw it in the book, it was completely different from the actual feeling. Rong Qian felt that she was just a wheat cake. Yan Lang put it on the hot and red iron pot. She tossed and turned and kneaded from time to time. After that, she even brushed it with "oil" and turned it into a fragrant wheat cake.

"Well, I can't find it..."

A pitiful voice sounded in my ears, awakening Rong Qian's mind that was so hot that she was about to smoke.

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