After school, Qiao Jiayue hesitated and didn't go back to the courtyard directly, she wanted to see if she could meet Deng Ying and talk to him.

She thought about it, so she went back to the dormitory, there was no one in the dormitory, and Guo Yufan had been spending less time in the dormitory than before in addition to classes recently.

Qiao Jiayue poured herself a cup of hot water, and as soon as she took two sips, she heard someone downstairs shouting her name.

Qiao Jiayue went out of the room and looked out of the corridor, Deng Ying raised his head below, he saw himself, and waved his hand a little excitedly.

As soon as Qiao Jiayue packed up her things and locked the door, she hurriedly went downstairs, "When did you come over?"

"Just now. Deng Ying replied, and the two of them didn't go anywhere else, so they walked in the direction of the cafeteria, "Do you want to go back to the small courtyard?"

"Yes, after all, it's rare for everyone to come here. ”

"Well, you really should get along with your family. This one is up to you. Deng Ying took out a small wooden box and handed it to Qiao Jiayue.

"What is this?" Qiao Jiayue took the small wooden box, unable to guess what was inside.

Deng Ying smiled, "You go back and see, go, I'll send you back to the courtyard." ”

"Good. ”

Deng Ying didn't dare to send Qiao Jiayue directly to the door of the courtyard, but sent her to the mouth of the alley, and watched her enter the courtyard from a distance before leaving.

In a few days, they will be married.

"Jiayue is back. Qiao Hongyin opened the courtyard door and couldn't help but shout happily when he saw Qiao Jiayue.

Only then did she realize that the yard had been cleared, and there were two tables of eight immortals, one of which was obviously not at home, and the benches were the same.

The kitchen was bustling, with groups of people coming in and out, sitting or standing talking outside, all with smiles on their faces.

Qiao Jiayue counted the number of people in her heart, and all of them should have arrived.

Yan Danfeng was listening to the radio in the house, and when she saw Qiao Jiayue coming in, she turned sideways, "Jiayue, come and sit." ”

"Why did you get them all to come over today?" Qiao Jiayue pointed to those cousins.

"Abba and Auntie felt that the family had to have a meal together, so she called everyone over. ”

Qiao Jiayue put the wooden box in her hand into her bag, and wanted to go into the kitchen to help, but there was no place for her at all.

She had no choice but to go back to the house and listen to the radio with Yan Danfeng.

After a while, the meal was served, and the two tables were almost full, and the food on the table should have cost a lot of money, and there were ten dishes, not to mention the fish and meat, and the amount was large.

It is still unclear what Qiao Jiayue has some customs, and I don't know if tonight's meal has any special meaning.

At the dinner table, she ate quietly, ready to ask again later.

After the meal, everyone chatted a few more words, Qiao Hongzhi took a group of cousins and cousins back to the small courtyard over there, and Qiao Hongliang also took Yan Danfeng back.

He lives in the Yan family, and he seems to be rich, and some people are talking about it in private, but Qiao Hongliang doesn't care, he has never cared about other people's eyes.

As for Professor Yan and Yan Danfeng, they don't have much communication with their neighbors, and they really don't know about these.

Qiao's father and Qiao's mother also don't care, the most important thing is to live a comfortable life, and it is not themselves who care about those who suffer in the end.

And they believe in their son, if Qiao Hongliang is willing to buy a house, how can he not afford it?

Not to mention that he and Qiao Jiayue had already bought a piece of land together in the suburbs, but the house had not yet been built.

Qiao's mother took out an enamel box, which contained the sauce specially made by Qiao's mother.

She knew that Yan Danfeng's father and daughter were not very good at cooking, so she specially made this sauce, whether it was bibimbap noodles or porridge, it was very good.

She told the two to be careful on the road, and sent the people out of the alley before returning.

And Qiao's father and fourth aunt also returned the tables and chairs that Qiao Hongzhi borrowed from his neighbors.

Qiao Jiayue didn't meet her neighbors much, and she only met a few times in a few years, she didn't expect Qiao Hongzhi to be so familiar with them.

The family took turns washing, and Qiao Jiayue sat on the edge of the kang and flipped through her notebook.

Qiao's mother came in with a towel, found a hanger to hang it up, and after that, she wiped her hands and sat next to Qiao Jiayue.

"Yue'er, I have made a lot of clothes for you, come and see. Mother Qiao opened the box, and there were neatly folded clothes and skirts, from the inside out.

Qiao Jiayue took a look, her eyes couldn't help but light up, what girl doesn't like the complicated and delicate embroidery?

Although this is not a phoenix crown, the color is still bright red, following the previous style,

The clothes are said to be made according to the picture album handed down from the embroidered ancestors, anyway, Qiao Jiayue likes it very much, and she is looking forward to the wedding more and more.

"But what about Deng Ying's clothes? I wear this set, so what does he wear? Can his clothes match this outfit?" Qiao Jiayue couldn't help but worry.

"His clothes are also being made, and they are in the same style as yours. "After all, the Deng family also has a silk Zhuangzi, and the previous embroiderers have not all broken contact, and more than a dozen people are rushing to work together, and the speed is still very fast.

In addition, there are shoes, headwear and other items in the box, which Qiao Jiayue can't put down.

After reading the clothes, Qiao Jiayue asked if tonight's dinner was really just a family meal, or if there was something else in it.

"Well, it's mainly a family meal. Qiao's mother said with a smile, "In fact, in the past, when a wealthy family married a daughter, they would put a few tables a day or two before the daughter's marriage and invite relatives and friends to eat." ”

However, no one has done this now, but it is not ruled out that in the future, when the conditions are better, some customs may rise again.

Qiao's mother chatted with Qiao Jiayue for a while and then went back to her room, and saw that Qiao's father was still writing and drawing in the booklet.

She couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Thinking that Yue'er is married like this, I feel reluctant." ”

Father Qiao smiled, "What's so reluctant about this, the man should marry the woman when she gets married, you can't really stay as an old girl." ”

"By the way, you and the Deng family's side have the right process, what is it?" Qiao's mother attached great importance to this matter.

Because it was too late to arrive in Beijing, many processes could only be simplified as much as possible, but fortunately, the current marriage process did not say how to enforce it, as long as both parties reached a consensus.

"Tomorrow, the Deng family will send the dowry and dowry gifts, I have already told Xiao Zhi, he will bring Hongyin and them over tomorrow. ”

In fact, according to the previous custom, the Deng family should have sent the dowry to the small courtyard after the engagement, but Qiao's father did not agree.

There's no one waiting here, it's too unsafe.

There is a basement, but it is not visible.

Based on the reality of the situation, it is natural to choose a time that is convenient for both parties.

"Then I'll go talk to Yue'er. "Qiao's mother just came over from Qiao Jiayue's side, and she hasn't slept yet.

"Wait, I'll go with you too, they'll give the dowry tomorrow, and they'll have to come the day after tomorrow to receive the dowry. Qiao's father called out to his wife.

Qiao Jiayue saw her parents coming to her, and thought that they were going to talk to her, but she didn't expect it to be related to the wedding.

"Will you send it tomorrow morning?"