Author: The sea after the storm

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Two thanks to Gaotang!"

"Couple greetings!"

"Send it to the bridal chamber!"

The wedding of Yu Zecheng and Mu Wanqiu will be held soon.

The wedding was very lively.

Because it was run by Wu Jingzhong, no one dared not show respect, everyone who could come came, and thick red envelopes were given.

Yu Zecheng also made a special trip to ask someone to set up a flowing banquet in his hometown for three days, which made the people in his hometown happy.

Chen Cuiping and her friends all went to eat. They also had a good time.

"Brothers, hurry up and eat. If you don't eat, you won't get anything. Let's cheer!" Chen Cuiping was full of arrogance. As expected, he ate a lot of meat and drank a lot of wine, and got several men drunk.

"Captain, whose banquet is this?" a soldier asked.

"I heard that my surname is Yu. I used to be from a wealthy family, but later my family fell into decline."

"Captain, what does it mean to have a poor family?"

"A poor family means that the family has no money."

"The family has no money? Then let us eat like this for free?"

"He said he became a high official again and became rich again."

"Being a high official? Then we have to work hard to make him poor."

"Yes, the man named Yu is the one who eats the poor." Chen Cuiping didn't know that this wedding was for the eldest brother she had always been thinking about. If she knew, would she still be able to afford it? After meeting Yu Zecheng, she often asked

Think of him.

Chinese decoration style.

bedroom.

"Wan Qiu, you are so beautiful today!" Mu Wanqiu was wearing a Chinese wedding dress, so beautiful that Yu Zecheng couldn't take his eyes away.

"Zecheng, you are also very heroic today."

"It's late autumn, it's getting deep, let's go to bed."

"Zecheng, let me help you undress."

"Late Qiu, I'll help you untie yourself."

The bedroom lit by red candles is full of affection.

The man and woman on the wooden bed warm each other.

After Yu Zecheng got married, he changed from his normal state.

He stopped hanging out in bars, casinos, and other entertainment venues. He became a good husband.

He and Mu Wanqiu played the piano and talked about love every day. The two were together all day long, and they were inseparable.

They lived a happy life.

Mu Wanqiu's parents and relatives from her hometown were also received in Tianjing. Their residences were arranged by Yu Zecheng, and some young people were even given jobs.

in addition.

Yu Zecheng moved.

He moved to a bigger villa.

He thought the previous small western-style building was too small.

His big villa is rented.

Only he and Mu Wanqiu lived in this villa.

His parents still live in the original small foreign-style building.

Mu Wanqiu's parents and relatives also have other places to live.

Yu Zecheng and Mu Wanqiu lived in a world of two.

This way no one will disturb you.

No matter how loud Mu Wanqiu's singing, piano, or other sounds were, he was not afraid of disturbing others.

Many days passed in the blink of an eye.

This morning, Yu Zecheng continued to stay at home and did not go out.

The white piano is spotless.

This is the piano that belonged to Mu Liancheng's family and was moved here by Yu Zecheng.

Mu Liancheng did not dare to say no. He was always afraid of Yu Zecheng. When he saw Yu Zecheng, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He had an instinctive fear from his body. Therefore, he gave Mu Wanqiu a lot of dowry.

I want to please Yu Zecheng.

But Yu Zecheng had eaten all the food and still wanted to kill Mu Liancheng.

"Ding ding dong" Mu Wanqiu sat in front of the piano and tried to tune.

After marriage, she became even more radiant and radiant. One look at her and she knew that she was very happy.

"Zecheng, I am composing this poem." Mu Wanqiu held a pen in his hand. "In the future, using pens will be the general trend, because it is progressive."

"Western things will always be popular, but we can't say it is progressive, we can only say it is cheap." Yu Zecheng said casually. He stood aside and read the newspaper casually. He should go to work, but he just didn't go.

"Cheap? Zecheng, isn't this pen cheap? It costs a lot more." Mu Wanqiu asked strangely. The pen in her hand was indeed quite expensive.

"In late autumn, cheap means not only the price, but also the pen that is easy to use for writing. The brushes we used before were difficult for ordinary people to control and could not write well. Therefore, not many people used them.

As for the fountain pen, it's relatively easy. You don't need to learn for a long time before you can write almost as well.

They seem to be the same, but there is a cultural difference.

The writing brush has a long history and contains a lot of knowledge that ordinary people cannot learn well in a lifetime.

As for the pen, it is just for writing, it is convenient, it has no background or knowledge, it is just a tool." Yu Zecheng said casually.

"Zecheng, you are right. Our culture has more foundation and depth. Western gadgets are just tricks. Even if the pen is popular, it cannot compare with the symbolic meaning of the brush." ​​Mu Wanqiu said with a smile.

"Westerners, haha, are just a group of uncivilized savages. They are arrogant and arrogant before they have even shed their hair. They are the worst people. They are not worthy of being human beings, only beasts. It is a pity that many powerful people

They are all learning from foreigners. The trend of worshiping foreigners and flattering foreigners is prevalent." Yu Zecheng said with disdain.

"Zecheng, people in the world are so ignorant. Let's not talk about the unhappy things. Let me read you the poem I wrote." Mu Wanqiu said with a smile. She is a young and artistic woman who likes literature and can write poems.

She sings, dances, and plays the piano. With Yu Zecheng, her life is happy.

"Okay, I'm all ears." Yu Zecheng put down the newspaper, walked behind Mu Wanqiu, and hugged her.

"I heard someone crying, but I was not sad. When I raised my painful head, I saw the light of the night."

"This is a new-style poem. I don't like this kind of poetry. I still like ancient-style poems. For example, the sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea."

"But I can only write new-style poems, not ancient-style poems."

"Then learn slowly, and you can always learn it. Late Autumn, why is there crying in your poems?"

"Zecheng, I used to be always sad, so I could always hear my mother's crying in my ears. Until I met you, I am no longer sad, and I don't feel sad anymore when I think of the past."

"Then why is there daylight late at night?"

"Because there is someone in my heart, there is light in the darkness."

"Is there someone in my heart? Who is there?"

"What do you think?" Mu Wanqiu said with a rosy face.

"I have no idea."

"Zecheng, of course it's you."

"Haha, late autumn, I was not a good person before."

"Zecheng, I don't care who you were before. Even if you were a pit of fire, I would jump out of it. Just let your raging fire burn me to death."

"Okay, then let's burn my youth." Yu Zecheng picked up Mu Wanqiu with a smile and walked to the bedroom.

"Zecheng, we just got up, why don't we go to bed?"

"We can just catch up on some sleep."

At this time, the annoying phone rang.

Yu Zecheng could only put down Mu Wanqiu and answer the phone.

"Hey, Zecheng, why don't you come to the station?" Wu Jingzhong asked. His tone was a little unhappy.

"Webmaster, I'm a little sleepy and want to catch up on some sleep." Yu Zecheng said truthfully. He is an honest man who cannot lie.
To be continued...