Firecrackers were crackling outside, and the smell of sulfur dyed the sandalwood in the house.
Several women and girls in the house changed into brand-new clothes, tied up with red headbands, and ran in happily, pushing and shoving, and grabbed a few round handfuls.
Longan, plump red dates, and white and tender lotus seeds are scattered on every table.
Hua Ting put down the hot tea in her hand, turned her head and looked at the bustling courtyard, and for a moment she became excited.
Zhao Yiran's head was covered with red gauze, and she was wearing a bright red cheongsam and slowly stepped into the door of this courtyard house.
The toes of her shoes were embroidered with gold thread, and she walked dignifiedly on the courtyard floor with each step.
On a nearby red carpet, while listening to the old lady beside her detailing the rules for a newlywed couple, she shook the red silk in her hand and nodded frequently.
While Hua Ting was applauding happily with everyone, the bright red cheongsam she was wearing caught her eye.
The bright red silk cheongsam, with delicate white orchids sewn on the cuffs and neckline, is very similar to the bright red silk cheongsam she saw in her great-grandfather's hand before she traveled through time.
The cheongsam is about 90 centimeters long and is 1.7 meters tall.
The two-figure Zhao Yiran was just easy to control; Hua Ting had also fantasized about the height of her great-grandmother, and calculated that she was definitely more than 1.7 meters tall.
The gold-pinned phoenix crown made Zhao Yiran's head heavy.
She looked up from under the hijab, and all she saw was bright red.
The toes of her shoes were hooked up with lotuses with silver thread, and they were swaying in her gentle steps.
Although the inspector is an honest man, he is willing to spend a lot of money to marry Zhao Yiran in a glamorous manner.
The inspector behind him was wearing a Chinese robe that was more suitable than a Western shirt.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he greeted every guest present warmly, with a red smile on his face that could not be concealed. of joy.
However, Hua Ting couldn't take her eyes off the bright red cheongsam Zhao Yiran was wearing.
It was clearly this cheongsam that brought her to the old Shanghai of the 1930s.
At this moment, this cheongsam is worn on Zhao Yiran, shining brightly and brilliantly in the dazzling skylight; could it be that Zhao Yiran is actually her great-grandmother and the inspector is her great-grandfather?
Hua Ting can't believe it. own eyes.
This thing is a bit too nonsense.
She clearly doesn't have the surname Jian.
Zhao Yiran and the inspector walked hand in hand to the center of the auditorium, knelt down in a polite manner, and kowtowed three times to the two elderly people above.
The old man coughed softly, and lifted Zhao Yiran's red hijab with a wedding scale.
There was a burst of applause during the dinner, and Zhao Yiran shyly accepted the red envelope from the old man.
Hua Ting rolled her eyes excitedly.
If the inspector is her great-grandfather, then the two old people sitting above are her wife and great-grandfather.
Zhao Yiran took a cup of tea from the girl from the side, then served the tea and raised it above his head respectfully; the old man held the cup with one bare hand.
With a little effort, he took the tea cup.
Hua Ting looked around and felt that it was quite refreshing.
This was a truly traditional Chinese wedding.
It seemed different from the Chinese wedding she held at the Nianfu Hotel a few months ago and was planned by Bai Qihong. .
"Didn't you just get married?
It's so strange."
Chen Shu said unexpectedly from beside him.
Hua Ting glanced at him sideways and said in a casual tone, "It's very fresh."
Chen Shu suddenly fell into a trance when he looked at her eyebrows.
He had always known that her eyes were seductive, but this fair and translucent face was even more joyful, vivid and bright under the dim light reflected by the red tablecloth and red carpet. .
After kowtowing and bowing, Zhao Yiran and the inspector came to the banquet with wine glasses to toast the guests.
Hua Ting was staring at Zhao Yiran's red cheongsam in confusion.
The class leader brought a thick playbook and asked the inspector to pick another play.
However, the inspector pushed the playbook back into the class leader's hand and asked for his favorite play: "Mu Guiying" Take command."
Hua Ting's heart skipped a beat, as she could vaguely see a bit of her great-grandfather in him.
Is it psychological effect?
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Is it just a coincidence?
As soon as the board was struck and the strings were pulled, the opera on the stage began to sing leisurely.
A beautiful female actor in colorful makeup, wearing a big hat, wearing a helmet and armor, turned around a few times and stood in the center of the stage.
With a push of his right hand, he started again.
The appearance was revealed amidst the loud sound of gongs and drums.
Mu Guiying.
Her great-grandfather's favorite actor.
Zhao Yiran finished three glasses of wine with the table next door, and then moved to Hua Ting's table.
Looking closely, this bright red cheongsam is almost the same as the one in her great-grandfather's hands.
The same snow-white orchid is delicately outlined at the collar of the cheongsam.
Among the extremely bright background colors around it, this fresh and bright white is highlighted to be particularly beautiful and eye-catching, which is what makes this cheongsam outstanding.
While Hua Ting was stunned, Chen Shu gently hooked her elbow, indicating that it was time for her to stand up and propose a toast.
Hua Ting finally came to her senses, and people around her stood up holding wine glasses.
Cheers and drinks with the beaming newlyweds.
Zhao Yiran's face glowed red and he was full of joy.
The inspector held her tightly and couldn't let her go even a step.
After three glasses of strong wine, Zhao Yiran was about to turn around when Hua Ting leaned forward and held a piece of silk around her waist.
"Sister Yiran" was shocked, and she let go of her hand as if she was electrocuted.
A familiar touch.
Silky and soft.
"What's wrong?
Hua Ting" Zhao Yiran's face was rosy, and there were some questions in the corners of his smiling eyes.
Beads of sweat fell from her forehead into Hua Ting's eyes, which were so sore that she almost couldn't open them.
"It's nothing, sister Yiran, your cheongsam is so beautiful."
Zhao Yiran narrowed his eyes with a smile and said: "I will introduce your tailor shop another day."
He turned around and raised his cup to the guests behind him.
Hua Ting sat back on the chair behind her uneasily.
"What's wrong with you?"
Chen Shu noticed something was wrong with Hua Ting's tangled and complicated emotions.
Hua Ting turned her head to look at him, with a hint of deep emotion in her dark eyes.
She turned her gaze on this handsome face and said with a smile, "It's nothing.
I think the clothes are familiar."
"If you like it, I'll make one for you."
Chen Shu's tone was mediocre, but he suddenly made Hua Ting laugh, and even the lying silkworm under his eyes slightly bent.
Chen Shu hadn't seen her smile like this for a long time, and he looked at her in a daze for a moment.
Ever since Hua Ting took over the Las Villas Casino, her eyes rarely showed a look of childlike surprise.
Chen Shu didn't know what happened to what he just said, but it actually made her laugh.
Hua Ting raised her chin slightly, raised a smile, raised her eyebrows at him and said, "You are so cute, Chen Shu."
The lovely Chen Shu stared at her with a complicated expression.
Hua Ting rolled her eyes and returned her attention to Zhao Yiran.
Her thoughts were a little confused at the moment and she needed to sort them out.
First, since the clothes are made in a tailor shop, they are absolutely unique, and there is no chance of matching clothes; second, whether it is Zhao Yiran's body shape or height, judging from the figure that controls this cheongsam, it is too different from hers.
Grandma's body shape basically matches, but her great-great-grandmother's name is not Zhao Yiran; thirdly, the inspector's conduct, dress, and personal interests are basically similar to those of her great-great-grandfather, but her great-great-grandfather is not called Inspector.
Otherwise, she will ask Jianhua to listen; fourth, all the conditions above are basically consistent, except for one name and surname, so what is going on?
"Hua Ting, I want to ask you something."
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Hua Ting tilted her head.
At this time, the sun was setting, and the courtyard was no longer as bright as before.
The shadow on Chen Shu's face made it difficult to see his expression, but the hands holding the teapot and making tea paused slightly nervously.
"Are you happy after marrying Jian Yi?"
She suddenly put down the porcelain cup in her hand and took a sip of the white wine in front of her.
"Happiness, Jian Yi, he treats me very well."
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