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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Getting Married

Song Zhaozhao was a little shocked when he saw Song Tingting put the jade bracelet on his wrist. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, waved his hands and shook his head in rejection.

"Cousin, this...this is inappropriate."

"suitable."

Song Tingting put the jade bracelet completely on Song Zhaozhao's wrist.

"This should have been yours."

It was originally mine? What does this mean?

Song Zhaozhao looked at Song Tingting in disbelief: "Cousin, what do you mean?"

Song Tingting didn't speak. She sighed deeply, stood up, and looked out the window.

"Zhaozhao, look."

Song Zhaozhao looked at Song Tingting and saw that Song Tingting pulled up her sleeves and exposed her wrist. On Song Tingting's wrist, there was also an identical jade bracelet.

"These...these two jade bracelets...?"

"Exactly the same, right?"

Song Zhaozhao nodded, what does this mean? Two identical jade bracelets look like a pair. Why did Song Tingting give one of them to herself?

"You should be able to tell that these jade bracelets are a pair, right?"

Song Zhaozhao did not speak, but simply looked at Song Tingting. It seemed that the aunt's family was not just bullying the Song family.

"Decades ago, our Song family was also a big family. We didn't grow up in this Zhuangzi at all. My grandfather and grandmother were still officials in the city. If it hadn't been for that incident, maybe our lives wouldn't be so good.

The suffering.”

What? What? What does Song Tingting mean when she talks about this? Could it be that Song Zhaozhao still has some kind of life experience? This is too bloody, it has not been mentioned in the novel!?

"Cousin, what do you mean...?"

Song Zhaozhao originally wanted to know more from Song Tingting, but unexpectedly, Song Tingting hesitated to speak.

"This matter is not important now. Zhao Zhao, this bracelet was left for us two sisters when my grandmother was still alive. After my grandmother passed away, my mother secretly hid one of them. A few days ago, I was in my mother's house.

I stole it from my parents' place, I think this should be returned to its original owner."

Song Zhaozhao lowered his head and rubbed his jade bracelet with his fingers.

"Zhaozhao, I know that my mother and father are really bad to my second uncle and second aunt. Even some of the furnishings in the house now should belong to you. But Zhaozhao, my mother is actually a bit mean. I'm leaving.

After that, my father hasn't come back yet. Mom, please pay more attention to Zhaozhao." Song Tingting said with tears in her eyes.

Song Zhaozhao now also understands the reason why Song Tingting really returned the jade bracelet to Song Zhaozhao. It seems that she also wants something from herself, but it is also understandable that Mrs. Chen is alone and lonely, which is indeed pitiful. Forget it, Song Tingting

It’s also pretty good for myself.

"Cousin, don't worry, as long as the eldest aunt is willing."

"Madam, it's time to go out."

Xiang'er walked in quietly, and Song Tingting wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Xiang'er, please touch up my makeup for me."

When Xiang'er saw Song Tingting's red eyes, she understood what it meant and didn't ask any more questions.

The bustling welcoming team outside had already arrived, and Ms. Chen also walked in at this moment. Song Zhaozhao pulled the corner of his clothes, hid the jade bracelet, and watched Song Tingting touch up her makeup.

After Song Tingting finished touching up her makeup, Song's mother picked up the wooden comb next to her and started combing her hair.

"Mother, what does this mean?" Song Tingting was confused.

"This is an old saying, if you comb your hair with one comb, you won't have to worry about wealth. If you comb your hair with two combs, you will be free from illness and worry. If you comb your hair with three combs, you will have more children and live longer. If you comb your hair with another comb, you will have even eyebrows...

Chen said with a choked voice.

Halfway through Chen's words, the old saying simply couldn't go on anymore, any concubine can do the same thing to everyone.

"Mom, I'm fine."

Mrs. Chen wiped her eyes: "Okay, okay, okay."

"Madam, it's time to go out."

Mrs. Chen picked up the red hijab decorated with beads that looked like rice grains and put it aside for Song Tingting.

"Tingting, from now on we will no longer be a daughter's family. When marrying into the Yan Mansion, you must understand the rules of the Yan Mansion."

"Mom, I understand."

"..."

Chen and Song Tingting were talking, and Song Zhaozhao walked out.

As soon as I arrived outside, I saw a shocking sound of firecrackers, and the man came to the door to welcome the bride. There was a huge welcoming procession. The Yan family was worthy of being a wealthy family, but they were willing to go to such trouble to get an aunt.

However, unlike other wedding teams, there is no groom at all, but it's okay if there is no groom. In this way, Mrs. Song still has a face in this village, and people in the village don't have too much suspicion. After all,

To them, Song Tingting was getting married high, and the groom didn't come to welcome her at all.

"The bride is leaving!"

I saw Song Tingting being helped out by Xiang'er and onto the wedding sedan, and everyone cheered.

Song Tingting was sitting upright in the three-horse-drawn rubber wheel cart. She was wearing a wedding dress with brocade gold outlines and bloody flowers on the other side of the sky like flowing clouds on the horizon. She was wearing new red satin embroidered shoes. She was wearing a pearl hairpin on her head, followed by a group of people.

In the cart, two trumpeters, four old men and two matchmakers were seated. Red cloth strips were hung on the horses' bridles and on the whip of the cart owner.

"It seems that this girl from the Song family is marrying well."

"Of course, Mrs. Chen said, but if you marry into a wealthy family, you will be the wife."

“Then from now on I’ll have no worries about food and clothing!”

"yes……"

"..."

The villagers stood behind Song Zhaozhao and talked to each other. Song Zhaozhao stood in front of them and listened to their conversation, which was really a sigh of relief.

After Song Tingting got married, the four members of the Song family left the Chen family and returned home.

As I was walking on the road, I vaguely saw two men standing at the door of my house.

"There...who are the people there?" Song Zhaozhao asked.

The three members of the Song family also looked towards the door of their home.

"It's Brother Yan!"

Brother Song saw Yan Liluo standing not far away and ran over quickly.

Song Zhaozhao: "..."

Then you shouldn't guess, the person standing next to Yan Liluo must be Lu Chenmo.

"Uncle, aunt, how are you doing without seeing me these days?"

Song Zhaozhao: "..."

Lu Chenmo’s mouth is really sweet!

"It turns out it's Mr. Lu and Mr. Yan, please come in quickly."

Father Song greeted Lu Chenmo and Yan Liluo and walked in. As soon as they entered, they saw Song Zhaozhao and Brother Song picking food in the back mountain.

"This...this...this...?"

"Dad, my brother and I picked this in the back mountains."

"What? You went to the back mountain?" Song's father was very surprised when he heard the word "back mountain".

"Dad, I want to go, it has nothing to do with my sister, and we also met Mr. Yan in the back mountain."

Brother Song stood up for Song Zhaozhao and admitted his mistake,
Chapter completed!
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