After a meal with both hands, Zhong Mingwei made a beautiful knot. Then he put out his hand and put a Chou ring into his arms. He said softly, "girl, don't worry. I'm learning fast, and my legs will recover faster."
"What do I have to worry about?" A ugliness red eyes small voice way, "even if have not at ease, also worry about whether can drive out the wedding dress."
"You can do it from tomorrow," Zhong Mingwei said softly, holding ah Chou's white but rough hand. "You can't make wedding clothes for others in the future, so you can make your own wedding clothes safely. If you like any material, we can buy any material and pattern, just embroider it. When the wedding clothes are made, my legs It's time to be OK. Then, girl, I'll hold you in my arms and enter the door. "
It's not the custom of the capital for the bridegroom to carry the bride into the door. At the foot of the emperor, the most important thing is the principle of etiquette. There won't be such a strong folk custom. At the time of big marriage, the bride is all supported by the wedding mother and can't even touch the bridegroom.
It's a custom for the bridegroom to carry the bride to enter the Ninggu pagoda. In the border area, he doesn't care much about etiquette, but more about human feelings. When ah Chou went down the mountain, he saw the bridegroom's official happily holding the bride from the sedan chair all the way to the house. At that time, ah Chou was stunned. When he came back, he talked to Zhong Mingwei, half with emotion, half with rarity, I didn't expect Zhong Mingwei to remember clearly.
"That's good," said ah Chou, with tears in his eyes, looking sideways at Zhong Mingwei. "It's just that I'm not heavy. You must hug me."
"Wench, you can still be heavier," Zhong Mingwei laughed with ease and helplessness. "I'm so strong that I can hold you even if you are twice as fat."
"That's it. I'll eat the Hesse from today. I'll let you marry a fat woman to come in." Ah Cho answered.
"It's better to be fat. It's comfortable to feel the meat. It's Wangfu," said Zhong Mingwei, with his head down and his wet eyes kissed, and his voice soft. "Girl, don't cry."
"I'm happy," said ah Chou, with a slight choking in his voice. "Zhong Mingwei, I'm happy."
"Girl, I'm also happy," Zhong Mingwei said, holding ah Chou's face and pointing to his belly to wipe away the tears from his eyes. "Don't cry. My heart will break if I cry again."
"It makes you hurt! It's going to hurt you! " Ah Chou mumbles fiercely, burying his face in Zhong Mingwei's hand, and the fierce girl who just opened her teeth and claws is like a cat at this time. "Zhong Mingwei, I heard that the marriage here in ningguta is to go to the Moon Temple to worship the moon. I also want to write their names on the red silk and hang them on the tree. Naturally, your name can't be hung on the outside tree Yes But I also want to... "
"Then let's hang on the pomegranate tree in the courtyard," Zhong Mingwei said softly. "We are as sincere as the couple next to us, and the natural names are the same everywhere."
Zhong Mingwei is not an ordinary person. Even though he is a commoner now, he has to keep a low profile as much as possible. Moreover, his nominal wife now is Duan Rulan. Naturally, his name can't appear in Yuelao temple with other women's names.
"Yes, it's the same everywhere. Our heart is the most sincere," said ah Chou gently, looking up at Zhong Mingwei without blinking. "Zhong Mingwei, can you give me a name? I want to have a nice name. It's hanging on the tree with your name. I don't want to be ah Cho. I didn't have a family name before, but I'm going to marry now. I can follow my husband's family name. Mingwei, let me give you a name. "
Zhong Mingwei's nose is suddenly sour. He holds a Chou's face in his hands and gently reaches over. He holds a Chou's forehead on his forehead and rubs a Chou's round and cocked nose under his nose. He says softly, "I really want to give you a name?"
"Yes," said ah Chou in a small voice, with thick eyelashes fanning the man's eyes. "I haven't got a name. Mammy Xiang pities me and wants to give me a name, but I didn't want to. Someone else called me ugly girl. I never thought about taking a name again. What can I do if I want a name? But Zhong Mingwei, since the day you said you would marry me to enter the door, I especially want a name, a name that can hang on the tree with your name, a The name you gave me. "