Outside, the firecrackers crackled inside, the smell of sulfur stained the sandalwood in the house, and several mothers-in-law and house-born girls changed into brand new clothes, tied red head ropes, and ran in happily, and grabbed a few handfuls of round longan, plump red dates, and white and tender lotus seeds scattered on each table.

Hua Ting put down the hot tea in his hand, turned his head to look at the crowded courtyard, and was also moved by emotion for a while.

Zhao Yiran covered her head with a red cloth veil, wearing a red cheongsam and slowly stepping into the door of this courtyard, her shoes were embroidered with gold threads, and she walked on a red carpet paved in the courtyard with a dignified posture step by step, she listened to the old woman next to her carefully tell the rules of a couple, while shaking the red silk in her hand and nodding frequently.

Hua Ting was applauding with everyone, but she was blinded by the bright red cheongsam on her body.

The red silk cheongsam, with delicate white orchids sewn on the cuffs and neckline, is similar to the red silk cheongsam in the hands of her grandfather before she crossed, and the cheongsam is about 90 cm long, which is just right for Zhao Yiran, who is one meter seventy-two in shape; Hua Ting also fantasized about Grandma's height, and estimated that she was definitely more than 1.7 meters.

The phoenix crown pinched with gold thread made Zhao Yiran's head heavy, she raised her eyes from under the hijab, and her eyes were bright red, and the tips of her shoes were hooked with silver threads, swaying in the gentle steps.

Although the inspector is honest, he is willing to spend a lot of money to marry Zhao Yiran.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he greeted every guest present, with a red smile on his face, which could not be concealed by joy.

However, Hua Ting's eyes couldn't leave the bright red cheongsam worn by Zhao Yiran for a moment.

It was clearly this cheongsam that brought her to the old Shanghai in the 30s.

And at this moment, this cheongsam was worn on Zhao Yiran's body, shining dazzling and brilliant in the dazzling skylight; Could it be that Zhao Yiran is actually her grandmother? And the inspector is her grandfather? Hua Ting couldn't believe his eyes.

This is the ...... It's a bit too.

She clearly does not have a surname.

Zhao Yiran and the inspector held hands and came to the center of the auditorium, knelt down in a proper manner, and kowtowed three times to the two old men above. The old man coughed in a low voice, and a happy scale uncovered Zhao Yiran's red hijab, and there was a burst of applause during the banquet, and Zhao Yiran shyly accepted the red envelope rewarded by the old man.

Hua Ting rolled her eyes excitedly. If the inspector is her grandfather, then aren't the two old men sitting above her her grandfather?

Zhao Yiran took a cup of tea handed by the girl from the side, and then offered the tea, respectfully raising it above his head; The old man held the cup with one bare hand. With a slight force, he took the teacup.

Hua listened to the probe and looked at it, and felt quite fresh, this is a Chinese wedding in the true traditional sense, right? It doesn't seem to be quite the same as the Chinese wedding she held a few months ago at the Nian Fu Hotel, which was planned by Bai Qihong.

"Aren't you just married, so strange?" Chen Shu beside him said coldly.

Hua Ting glanced at him sideways, and said in a casual tone: "It's very fresh." ”

Chen Shu looked at her eyebrows and eyes suddenly became distracted, he always knew that her eyes were seductive, but this fair and translucent face was even more joyful and moving under the reflection of the red tablecloth and the faint light of the red carpet.

Kowtowed, and after bowing again, Zhao Yiran and the inspector came to the banquet with wine glasses to toast with the guests.

Hua Tingzheng stared at the red cheongsam on Zhao Yiran's body in a daze. The class owner brought a thick play book and asked the inspector to pick another play; However, the inspector pushed the script back into the hands of the class owner, and opened his mouth to ask for his favorite play: "Mu Guiying is in charge". ”

Hua Ting's heart chuckled, how could he vaguely see a little bit of the shadow of his grandfather from him.

Is it psychological? Is it pure coincidence?

A dozen boards, a string, the play on the stage will start singing leisurely, a beautiful Danjiao wearing a big back, wearing a helmet and armor, turned a few times and stood in the center of the stage, and then the right hand was supported and then appeared in the noisy gongs and drums.

Mu Guiying. One of her grandfather's favorite actors.

Zhao Yiran and the table next door boldly finished three glasses, and then went to the table of Huating.

Looking closely, this bright red cheongsam is almost the same as the one in her grandfather's hand, and the same snow-white orchid is delicately outlined on the neckline of the cheongsam. In the extremely gorgeous background color around it, this fresh and bright white is arched to be extraordinarily beautiful and eye-catching, which is also the good thing about this cheongsam.

Hua Ting was stunned, Chen Shu gently hooked her elbow, signaling that it was time for her to stand up and toast.

Hua came to his senses when he heard this, and the people around him stood up with wine glasses one after another. Toast to the jubilant couple.

Zhao Yiran's face was flushed red, full of joy.

The inspector was holding her firmly, reluctant to let go of half a step.

After three glasses of spirits, Zhao Yiran was just about to turn around, but Hua Tingyi leaned over and grabbed a touch of silk around her waist, "Sister Yiran!" Shocked, she let go of her hand as if she had been electrocuted.

A familiar touch.

Silky and soft.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yiran's face was ruddy, and the corners of his smiling eyes revealed some questions.

Beads of sweat fell from his forehead into Hua Ting's eyes, and he was so sore that he 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, "Introduce your tailor shop another day." He turned to the guest behind him and raised his glass.

Hua Ting, however, sat back on the chair behind him restlessly.

"What's wrong with you?" Hua listened to this tangled and complicated relationship, but Chen Shu saw that something was a little wrong.

Hua Ting turned his head to look at him, his dark eyes had a hint of deep affection, his eyes turned on this handsome face, and he smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just think the clothes are familiar." ”

"If you like, I'll make one for you."

Chen Shu's tone was flat, but he suddenly laughed at the flowers, and even the lying silkworms under his eyes were bent shallowly.

Chen Shu hadn't seen her smile like this for a long time, and he looked at her a little stunned for a moment.

Since Hua Ting took over the Las Vera casino, there was rarely a childlike look of surprise in her eyes, and Chen Shu didn't know what she had just said, but she was amused.

Hua Ting raised her chin slightly, raised a smile, raised her eyebrows at him and said, "You are so cute Chen Shu." ”

Lovely? Chen Shu stared at her with a complicated expression.

Hua Ting rolled her eyes and returned her attention to Zhao Yiran.

At the moment, her thoughts are a little chaotic and she needs to take care of them.

First, since it is a garment made in a tailor's shop, it is absolutely unique, and it is impossible to collide with the shirt; Second, whether Zhao Yiran is in shape or height, judging from the figure that controls this cheongsam, it basically matches the figure of her grandmother, but her grandmother is not called Zhao Yiran; Third, the inspector's conduct, dress and personal interests are basically similar to her grandfather's, but her grandfather's surname is not checked, otherwise she will call the inspector to listen; Fourth, all the above conditions are basically the same, just one name and last name, so what is going on?

"Listen, I want to ask you a ......"

Flower listened to the tilt of the head.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the courtyard was not as bright as it was just now, and the shadow on Chen Shu's face made it difficult to see the expression, but the hands that were holding the teapot to make tea paused slightly.

"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, Jane also treats me very well." (To be continued.) )