Sunday soon came, and in the end, I was persuaded by An Ning to go empty-handed.

The skirt was the one given by my parents before, and before going out, I deliberately coiled up my black hair and tied it into a ball at the back of my head.

I put on a little light makeup, after all, I was attending someone else's wedding, and it was really inappropriate to face the sky.

I looked at the dress in the mirror, and the first thing that crossed my mind was the first time I wore this dress, it was the pervert who helped, and at that time I was almost thrown down on the bed by the pervert who turned into a wolf, and ate and wiped it clean again.

If An Ning hadn't called, maybe I wouldn't have thought about getting out of bed that day.

The thought of what I looked like in the mirror that day made my face redden.

Those scenes, like troublemaking, have always been rooted in my mind, I don't think about them, they have to be repeated in my mind over and over again, so that I want to take off this skirt directly!

It's so much of an impact on the state!

I blushed, picked up a small bag, and planned to go out and take a taxi to the shroud shop.

Because I didn't know the specific address of Anjia, An Ning said that Grandpa An was going to measure the body and make clothes for a new "customer" today, so let me go over and go to Anjia together when the time came.

When my mother saw what I was wearing, she knew that I was going to the wedding, and looked at me with an intoxicated face: "Our Xiaohua has also grown up and has grown into a big beauty." ”

She seemed to see my discomfort and shyness, she was a little surprised, and smiled a little slyly: "Why is your face so red?" ”

I was made even hotter by her teasing tone, glared at her coquettishly, opened the door with my hands over my face, and hurried in.

Fortunately, my mother didn't know why I was blushing and teasing me, really.

I stepped on a pair of wedge-heeled sheer sandals and headed downstairs.

There have been taxis parked on the side of the road at the entrance of the community, ready to solicit customers, so I didn't worry about not being able to catch a taxi, so I got in the car directly and reported my destination.

When the driver heard that I was going to the shroud shop, he looked at me strangely through the rearview mirror, and then glanced at what I was wearing, frowning, probably thinking I was strange.

It stands to reason that most of the people who go to the shroud shop will definitely wear very plain clothes because someone in the family has died, and some will simply wear black and white clothes.

Maybe I was going to a party or a party and I was surprised to him.

But I'm getting used to that kind of gaze.

When I first started going to the shroud shop, the driver would always ask about this and that, as if he wanted to hear some signs from my mouth, and to put it bluntly, it was curiosity.

People stay in the car every day, facing only one passenger after another, and they are the only people to talk to, and getting some interesting stories or news from them may become their only pastime every day.

I replied vaguely, and said it ambiguously, and the uncle should have seen that I was absent-minded, and knew that I was reluctant to reveal anything, so he closed his mouth in disappointment.

The taxi was back to its original quiet.

Only the sound of people came from outside the car, and there was a noisy sound of cars, and some cars speeding past the side made a violent sound of motors and turbines, and they were drowned in the traffic for a long time.

When I arrived at the shroud shop, Grandpa An was standing next to the coffin sweating profusely, with two eyebrows furrowed, holding a tape measure in both hands, gesturing on the corpse, and from time to time recording something in a small notebook on the side.

An Ning was wearing a navy blue puffy skirt, a pair of exaggerated high heels on her feet, and her long hair was curled by her, hanging bewitchingly behind her.

Grandpa An said something to An Ning, but the little girl's face didn't care so much that I probably guessed the content of their exchange.

I paid and got out of the car, walked into the store, and An Ning saw me and jumped on me at once.

"Xiaohua, look, am I wearing a very revealing outfit? No, no. ”

Grandpa An was muttering just now, most of it was dressed peacefully.

To be honest, the skirt is indeed not revealing, but it still depends on the person.

An Ning's height is over 1.7 meters, this puffy skirt is a little short, and she also wears a pair of high heels with such a high level, doesn't it seem that her legs are longer!

No wonder Grandpa An would say that it was exposed, looking at the long legs of Bai Huahua, how could it be possible not to be told.

"Grandpa also asked me to change it, so I don't want it."

Grandpa An took a pen, recorded the last bit of information in the notebook, closed the notebook, put it on Table Mountain, picked up the towel around his neck, and wiped his forehead and neck.

I asked him about his physical condition with concern, and I went to exorcise ghosts with the three brothers of the An family before, but I don't know if he has recovered now.

"It's good morning, Hua girl's heart, old man, I understand it." Grandpa An smiled, and his kind appearance was very kind, but when he saw An Ning's dress, he always pouted unpleasantly, and wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth.

"You wait for me, I'll take a shower."

He took the sweat towel and walked towards the back of the shroud shop, his slippers stepping on the ground and making a "popping" sound.

I felt very uncomfortable empty-handed, and it was strange to think that I would have to come to the door empty-handed and attend someone else's wedding.

Uncomfortable.

An Ning kept reassuring me: "No, no, grandpa has said no, don't worry." ”

I finally nodded, letting go of the embarrassment in my heart for a moment.

When Grandpa An came out again, he changed his clothes, and compared to the usual undershirt and shorts, this time he was obviously dressed more seriously.

But, in my opinion, it's just some.

To be honest, it's still very casual.

To say, this is An Ning's cousin's wedding, and Grandpa An, as the head of the An family, naturally wants to dress up well, but looking at the current situation, it seems that Grandpa An has no such thoughts.

This reminds me of a sentence that An Ning Jian said to me.

"This wedding is not ordinary."

Otherwise, even if it is a sideline, not a direct junior wedding, it will not be so perfunctory.

What will happen at this wedding?

……

When we arrived at the wedding site, the large mansion was located in a wooded area, surrounded by greenery, and there were many cars parked at the door, including some luxury cars worth more than one million.

There was only one man and one woman at the door to receive the guests, but judging by their clothes, they didn't look like newcomers.

There is a plaque hanging on the door, and the plaque is very dignified with two words written "Anfu".

Beside them, there was a vertical wooden sign with a few large characters written on it.

"Bride: An Yu, groom: Situ Jing, congratulations on the wedding."

When we came to the door, the pair of men and women of the same age as me in front of us looked at Grandpa An and said respectfully, "Master of the house." ”

Then he nodded to An Ning again: "Miss." ”

Then he threw a curious look at me, of course, that respect still hasn't disappeared, maybe he saw me coming with Grandpa An and An Ning, thinking that I was some kind of "VIP".

An Ning grabbed my wrist and walked inside, not looking at them too much.

The arrogant and distant appearance made my heart churn all at once.

Sure enough, she said the same as Grandpa An, she was very distant and indifferent to all the juniors in the family, almost didn't speak, at most she nodded when they met, and what she said was ugly, that is, she was no different from strangers.

When I entered the door, I noticed the red lanterns hanging outside the door, the beams, the mansion was full of people, most of them were guests, the red lanterns were hung at the door of each house, the red word of happiness was pasted on the wooden door, looking at the past a piece of red and glamorous, the festive red plus the lively courtyard, the atmosphere seemed very joyful.

As I expected, the overall style of the An family is still the same as the mansion during the Republic of China, with an antique atmosphere.

There is a cobblestone path in the yard, a small pond with a rockery, and the big trees are neatly arranged, and the flowers in the flower beds look like they are often taken care of, and they are in bright bloom.

Looking at the main hall, I can vaguely see that there are some people talking inside, and the overall decoration inside is also the original appearance of this house, without the slightest hint of modern atmosphere.

Stepping through that door, I felt like I had stepped back in time in history, in a different world from the outside.

Even within the family, there is a certain status class between people.

It's really "old".

When she had been with An Ning before, how could she have imagined that she would be born in such a family?

"It's ...... just now"

"A cousin and cousin of mine, not a cousin and her man."

I gave her a strange look.

She's a man?

Shouldn't you call your cousin-in-law?

As soon as Grandpa An entered the house, he was led away by several men in suits, they stood next to a big tree, chatting about something, the two middle-aged men in suits were very excited, and from time to time they wiped their sweat with tissues, looking trembling.

Grandpa An's face was impatient, and I could feel it from a distance of dozens of steps.

I don't know if it's my delusion, but even though this mansion is filled with a festive smell of weddings, I still smell a very strange smell in it.

Not only the few words before An Ning, but even the name she called her cousin's husband was also very strange.

According to my understanding of An Ning, she doesn't look like that kind of impolite girl, and it's probably impossible to have any grievances with her cousin.

That's where her cousin-in-law got the problem.

I saw the board at the door just now, An Yu's husband is Situ Jing.

I can't help but be a little more curious about this Situ Jing.

An Ning took me a glass of juice from the buffet table on the side and handed it to me, and before I could thank her, she "cut" and said in a very unkind tone: "They are here." ”

When I heard this, I felt very strange in my heart, and when I followed her gaze, my eyes narrowed suddenly!