On this day of the Lunar New Year in 1933, the wedding of Hua Ting and Jian Yi was held as scheduled.
The wedding process was complicated and luxurious, divided into two stages, the first half was Western style, and the second half was Chinese style.
The first half of the Christian church-style wedding was held at 3:03 in the afternoon.
Hua Ting wore a snow-white wedding dress, a silver wreath on her head, and held bright red roses in her hands; Jian Yi wore his usual suit, dress, and black tie, which was different from his past.
The attire was no different.
He had already said that he would dress like a groom every day.
After welcoming the bride into a car decorated with all kinds of flowers, he went all the way to the destination.
Surrounded by relatives and friends, the two of them slowly walked into the wedding hall holding hands with the man's left arm and taking the same steps.
This Western-style wedding slowly entered the stage under the auspices of a Christian priest.
The two began to read their vows and exchange rings.
"I, Jane, am also willing to obey God's will and marry you Bai Huating.
From now on, no matter whether happiness or suffering or health or illness, I will be with you.
I will do my best to love you and protect you for the rest of my life.
Unswervingly.
God has shown you this, this is my honest promise to you, and now I give you this ring to solidify this alliance."
With clear eyes and a sincere smile, Jian Yi put a nearly 20-carat diamond ring on her left ring finger.
"I, Bai Huating, are willing to obey God's will and marry Jane as my wife.
From now on, I will be with you regardless of happiness or suffering or health or illness.
I will do my best to love you and protect you, forever."
Yu.
God has come to see this, this is my sincere promise to you, and now I give you this ring to solidify this alliance."
After reciting the oath, she felt a sense of relief, and an unpredictable thought flashed in her eyes.
The auditorium was full of guests, but he was nowhere to be seen.
In the second half of the Chinese-style wedding, the auditorium was located in the ballroom on the second floor of the Nianfu Hotel, and more than 2,000 people attended.
The guests include the Consul General of Japan, the Consul General of the United States, the Chairman of the National Government, the President of the Executive Yuan, the President of the Judicial Yuan, etc., etc.
They are either high-ranking officials or wealthy businessmen and celebrities.
In short, they are all the people Hua Ting least wants to see, even if Even in the midst of this lively and festive New Year's Eve wedding, Hua Ting still couldn't help but want to roll her eyes.
The band played Delson's wedding march.
Jane also wore a blue dress with colorful flowers hanging on her chest, and was accompanied by three groomsmen.
Hua Ting was holding Bai Qihong's arm, and in front of her stood four bridesmaids who were completely unfamiliar with her.
In the 21st century, who would choose several women who are completely incompatible with themselves to be bridesmaids?
Isn't it ridiculous?
Naihua Ting has a bohemian temperament, and there are no female best friends in old Shanghai.
He has only met her once and twice.
Chen Jingzhi, who is still a love rival, can be shoved into the team of bridesmaids.
Isn't this ridiculous?
Hua Ting couldn't help but want to roll her eyes again.
She was wearing a bright red cheongsam, white georgette pinned with a sprig of orange flowers, draped diagonally over her shoulders, a small corolla made of bud jewelry, and holding pink and white roses in her hands.
Going through the same process.
The host read out the marriage certificate, and then the witness, officiant, and the person getting married used their seals in turn.
The bride and groom bowed to each other, and then bowed to the witness, officiant, and guests.
The wedding was successfully completed with music.
During the whole process, Jian Yi was full of energy, her eyes were as bright as a pearl, and her mouth was filled with a happy smile all the time.
Hua Ting, on the other hand, followed the wedding process mechanically, with lazy eyes and a casual smile.
She was too lazy to bend down even to bow; especially when she met Mrs.
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Jian's disgusting and disgusting eyes, she was even more...
I can't bring myself to have much interest.
After drinking a glass of wine, Hua Ting cast her eyes away lazily and inadvertently glanced at an arrogant and lonely figure in the corner of the hall.
The dazzling incandescent light from above shone on his face, making his originally white face seem to be penetrated by the light, almost transparent, and the blue-white blood vessels were faintly visible.
His lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were loose, looking at the flowers.
From what I heard, Chen Shu was always calm and controlled, and he had never been so fragile like this moment.
For just a moment, her heart felt like it was being pinched repeatedly by someone's hands, and it was almost so painful that she could not speak.
It's also strange to say that she and Chen Shu had never made any promises to each other, but how could they be so uncomfortable in just a few months?
"Sister Hua, what are you looking at and you are so stunned?"
Jian Yi's hug was generous and warm, but it made her shiver suddenly, and she suddenly woke up, "Look at the handsome guy."
When he looked back, the man was no longer there.
The wedding has come to an end, and another year has passed.
The two's new house is naturally a European-style garden villa in the French Concession in Xuhui District.
Although the two gorgeous words "French Concession" and "garden villa" are symbols of wealthy families in old Shanghai, in Hua Ting's eyes, Nothing new.
The white wooden fence, the green lawn, the pointed maroon roof, the high-ceiling foyer and the cast aluminum courtyard gate are full of exotic atmosphere, but they are basically the same as the White Mansion, and they are not interesting.
But the interior was fine, not as old-school as the Bai Mansion; Hua Ting sat down on a sofa chair made of logs in the living room.
The delicate leather was wrapped with copper rivets on the chair surface, and the ceiling was painted black.
The upper part is crisscrossed with thick water pipes and air vents, which makes this mansion extraordinarily simple and heavy.
When you reach the bottom, the style of the painting changes suddenly.
The crystal pendants on the European-style chandeliers reflect the shimmering light, adding to the simplicity.
It's a bit graceful, but it has a bit of a combination of Chinese and Western styles.
"Next, the issue of sleeping must be clarified."
Hua Ting reclined lazily on this comfortable sofa chair, her body was too tired.
Two weddings were held within 8 hours.
Qi Bai Qihong could not imagine it.
Jian Yi pulled her up from the sofa and said, "Go upstairs and take a look at the room first."
She had no choice but to close her eyes, and her whole body was dragged up like a zombie.
Unexpectedly, the Western-style room is full of antiques.
This blue and white porcelain, that purple clay teapot, and even the tablecloths are made of fine Hangzhou silk and satin, embroidered with mandarin duck patterns.
It really makes this mansion look nondescript, a mixture of Chinese and Western, and even It's funny.
Hua Ting leaned back and lay on the big bed behind her that occupied most of the room.
The mattress was moderately soft and the brocade quilt felt silky and soft.
She closed her eyes and said happily: "This bed is good, I want this room." ," he suddenly opened one eye and looked at Jian Yi on the side of the bed, "You can either make a bed on the floor or choose a guest room to sleep."
Jian Yi's eyes curled up, "How can I sleep in the guest room?"
After saying that, he turned over and lay on his side next to Hua Ting, looking at her with a playful smile.
Hua Ting turned over and sat up, "Jian Yi, we agreed in advance."
"Look, you're scared."
Jian Yi's smile was still refreshing after working all day long, "I didn't say I wanted to sleep with you."
"Then get down quickly."
"I would rather sleep on the floor than in the guest room."
There was a hint of childishness in his smile.
"Then make your own bed quickly, I'm going to bed."
Hua Ting's eyelids were heavy, and at the end of the first half of the wedding, she had the urge to fall asleep.
"Don't be so anxious.
Tell me where you want to go tomorrow."
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"Ha, you think this is my era.
If I remember correctly, weddings in this era have not yet become popular and honeymoons have not been popular yet."
It was another era.
Jian Yi opened her eyes, raised her hand and hooked the corner of her clothes, "It's from this era and that era.
Sometimes I really can't understand what you say."
Thinking of that era, Hua Ting's mood heightened and she laughed and said: "In my era, it was basically popular to have a honeymoon after marriage.
You can decide the time and place by yourself.
You can go where you want to go, or you can travel and get married.
In short, There are many kinds of tricks.”
"Really?
Then let's have a honeymoon too."
"Not interested," Hua Ting's face changed in a second, she covered her mouth and yawned, "I'm going to the casino tomorrow, please step back, I'm going to rest."
As expected, Jian Yi moved the bedding and made a bed on the floor on the right side of her bed.
My sleeping habits are pretty good, I don’t snore or turn over much.
The night passed peacefully and peacefully.
When she got up the next day, Jian Yi had already prepared a pot of local chicken porridge and two or three snacks, set the tableware, and sat down at the dining table on the first floor to read the newspaper neatly.
Hua Ting looked down from the second floor, and Jian Yi saw He also has the aura of the male owner of this house.
Due to the scent, Hua Ting's footsteps downstairs became more hurried.
Jian Yi raised his head after hearing this and gave her a bright smile so early in the morning, "Sister Hua, on the first day of the new year, I will give you a taste of my cooking skills."
The cooking skills seem to be somewhat limited.
The local chicken porridge is freshly cooked in a clay pot, which must have taken a lot of time.
“You know it tastes good when you smell it.”
"Good nose."
Jian Yi personally filled a bowl for her, and considerately turned the spoon on it twice to dissipate the heat.
Then she suddenly asked, "Do you want to eat shredded ginger?"
After receiving Hua Ting's denial, After answering, he picked out the ginger shreds from the porridge, and then handed the porridge to her, "Hurry and try it."
Staring at the ginger silk in Jian Yi's hand for a moment, Hua Ting's nose suddenly felt a little sour.
His actions reminded her of Bai's father who used to pick ginger silk for her.
"Why are you so stunned?"
Hua listened and swallowed three mouthfuls, but she couldn't stop.
"The craftsmanship is good."
In just one minute, he swallowed all the chicken porridge in the bowl.
Jian Yi leaned forward slightly, suddenly raised his hand, and his fingertips lightly passed over the tip of her nose.
"What are you doing?"
Before Hua Ting could scold him, he smiled lightly and said, "It's stained with porridge."
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