Thinking of this, Feng Yifei quickly glanced at the crowd surging in front of him, like a vulture hovering high in the sky searching for prey on the ground, and then, in his heart, he began to mutter:

Why haven't the people of the Lei family shown up to now? Could it be that Lei Tingen really doesn't want to make trouble on his daughter's big day, or do they have another plot? What kind of conspiracy do they have? It is time to start taking action.

However, he then thought: Oh, maybe because they also knew that Zhuo Bufan had already made careful arrangements, so the Lei family didn't dare to act rashly.

As soon as he thought of Zhuo Bufan, the stone in Feng Yifei's heart immediately fell to the ground, and his heart collapsed a lot, as if he suddenly leaned on a rock, safe and calm.

He secretly said to himself: Now, since Zhuo Bufan is by my side, the people of the Lei family are all the masters who invite the world, so what are they afraid of?

Zhuo Bufan is his best friend, so he trusts Zhuo Bufan.

He has absolute confidence in Zhuo Bufan.

Therefore, as soon as the wind flew again, he began to happily nod his head and thank him happily, as if he was not worried at all.

And those who came to congratulate were all red-faced, as if they were marrying their own daughters-in-law today.

They first said a few auspicious words to the bridegroom, and then, impatiently, they went to the place where Fengfu distributed steamed buns and soju, and received twenty white-flour steamed buns and one pound of soju.

The smiles on their faces bloomed even brighter, if someone marries a daughter-in-law and shares steamed buns and soju every day, they will not change the throne of an emperor.

The idlers who came from far away villages and towns to join in the fun, until they received the white-flour steamed buns and soju in their hands, still couldn't believe their heads, thinking that this was a fantasy, thinking that it was really pie in the sky.

However, when they found out that the steamed buns in their hands were all steamed from high-quality white flour, and the shochu in the pot was a special Jiajiu from the Feng family's brewery, they realized that this was indeed not a dream, and they were all elated, as if they were about to enter the cave room.

As a result, more and more people crowded together, and more and more people came to say goodbye.

There are all kinds of people, so even strange things can happen.

And some of these people are not only strange, but also strange can scare you, scare you a lot.

Among them, there is a family of three.

The daughter had epilepsy, and she was crazy and not in shape, and her gray head was always tilted to one side, like a machine that had been wrung into parts.

The snot more than a foot long was like the tongue of a hanged ghost, dragging downward, like two big green worms crawling out of a burrow to feed.

And on the clothes that couldn't tell what color it was, it was even more miserable, with a large wet patch on his chest, and he didn't know if it was saliva or snot, sticky, how disgusting and disgusting it was.

Not only that, but she is always giggling at you, and from time to time, she sticks out her tongue at passers-by, licks her thick lips, and grimaces.

After playing happily, he "snorted" again, and sucked back the snot that had been dragged down a foot long and sucked it back intact, like a frightened turtle that retracted into its shell.

Her dirty appearance is not only disgusting, but also how disgusting and disgusting she looks, like a rag doll that hasn't been washed for many years.

And in her hands, she is holding a middle-aged woman on her left and a middle-aged man in her right hand.

These two people are about fifty years old, although they are still in the prime of life, but they look so old and old, as if they have undergone some kind of tempering for a long time, so they are not old and decrepit.

Their faces are wrinkled, their expressions are wooden, and their eyes are haggard, showing a helplessness that they have no interest in life and life.

However, when they looked at this epileptic daughter, their eyes suddenly emitted the greatest and most tender light in the world, as if they were looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

I remember that a certain wise man in the East once said such a sentence.

He said that love is different from family affection, family affection loves its strength and loves its weakness more, a blind man, a cripple, a fool, his parents will love him more and will redouble their care for him.

However, love only loves its strength, not its weakness.

Now it seems that this wise man really has a point.

The mad woman was probably infected by the lively atmosphere of the Feng family, and seemed to be happy, waving her wide and dirty sleeves and learning to dance like butterflies fluttering in circles.

Turning to the happy place, suddenly his arms were outstretched, and he flew back to the middle of the middle-aged couple, put his arm around their shoulders, and smirked at the crowd of onlookers.

After laughing, he licked his thick, slightly purple lips, tilted his head to the side of the middle-aged man, and shouted "Mother" innocently.

Then, he tilted his head to the side of the middle-aged woman and shouted "Dad" in the same tone.

Her reversed title immediately elicited a burst of laughter from the crowd of onlookers, as if they were watching monkeys perform tricks along the street.

The middle-aged woman who had been holding the crazy woman in her right hand pretended to be angry and slapped her daughter's hand, and then said softly:

Hong Yanyan, my good daughter, my baby daughter Hong Yanyan, why are you talking stupidly again, look at it, everyone is laughing at you, haven't I told you many times, you should call me mother, I am your mother, obediently, hurry up and call me mother.

However, the mad woman still tilted her head, looked at her mother innocently, and then smiled and called a crisp "Daddy".

And the middle-aged man who had been holding her left hand all the time also pretended to be angry and slapped her hand, and then, gently correcting her:

My baby, my Hong Yanyan, daddy's good baby good daughter, your mother is right, you are wrong, I am your father, call me daddy, call me daddy.

However, Hong Yanyan still licked her thick lips like moldy bacon, and then sucked back the long, green-green snot that had been dragged down again.

Then, as if tasting a delicious taste, he smashed his mouth and slammed it, and then, swallowed it with a "grunt", smiled stupidly, and called him "Dad" refreshingly.

This one was clearer and more crisp than the one just now, and the sound was much louder than just now.

The crowd laughed again, laughing maniacally.

It was as if they had never encountered anything funnier than this, as if they felt that if they didn't laugh now, they might not laugh again.

Therefore, they laughed louder than the other, and each laughed harder than the other, the typical faces of a group of idlers, without a little moral cultivation.

However, everyone only smiled, but they didn't notice that the middle-aged couple's eyes had already revealed murderous intent, and the muscles at the corners of their eyes twitched faintly.

This is a sign that they are going to kill.

I just don't know who is going to die this time?

However, everyone only knew that they were laughing, and they only knew that this crazy and crazy woman was funny in words and deeds, and no one noticed this.

This family of three, no matter where they go, will unconsciously attract everyone's attention.

Wherever they go, people follow.

Chasing them, laughing after them, and even deliberately teasing the crazy woman with all kinds of shameless and despicable words, making her cry, making her laugh, making all kinds of strange noises, making all kinds of strange expressions, and then laughing again.

They all seemed to have forgotten that they had come to the Fengboli market to congratulate the eldest young master of the Feng family in order to receive twenty steamed buns and one pound of soju.