There are quite a lot of people involved in weddings, plus the Xiao Jiayun family is a wealthy family, even if they want to keep a low profile, it is impossible for them to completely cover up the news.
Not to mention how wide their social circle is, even the media in the society are secretly paying attention to this wedding of the century.
It is too difficult to keep a low profile.
Qi Zhen understood Lu Mian's character and knew that she didn't like trouble, so she comforted her, "Mian Mian, you should treat it as a gathering of friends, we only invite close relatives and friends to attend, there won't be too many people. "
Hearing what Qi Zhen said, Lu Mian smiled helplessly, why did she think there would be so many people...
Forget it, just treat it as a party, as long as there are no idlers.
She readily accepted: "OK."
The groom-to-be next to him, Xiao Qimo, had a handsome face.
It's a good wedding, but the wife is only a friend gathering? But he really wants a wedding of the century...
"By the way, your grandpa is in the study. Just tell him who you want to invite, and he will write wedding invitations for you."
"Okay. Mother Xiao, don't be too tired, just do whatever you want."
"You child..." Qi Zhen was more helpless than her, "Okay, okay, don't worry about it, we are here."
Xiao Qimo finally interjected: "Mom, the wedding of the century, don't be casual!"
"Okay, it's up to you!" Qi Zhen laughed, the personalities of these two people are reversed, under normal circumstances, girls want an unforgettable wedding.
Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo came to the study, knocked on the door and entered, and saw Xiao Jianli holding a brush, standing in front of the table writing something stroke by stroke.
Maybe it was too much attention, or maybe the paper was too small, but the gesture of starting and writing was so cautious that even the two of them entered the door without the old man noticing.
"Grandpa." Xiao Qimo took his wife's hand, walked to Xiao Jianli's side, and looked at the calligraphy works on the table.
The beautiful and authentic regular script font falls on the gold-sprinkled special paper, which is exquisite and high-end.
Yes, this is a pleasing work.
For a person like Xiao Jianli who is a master of calligraphy and painting, even if he draws two strokes casually, they are all hot calligraphy and are worth thousands of gold.
Now that the old man writes wedding invitations for them, it is the blessing of these two juniors.
And on the left hand side of the old man, a stack has been written one by one, and the workload is huge.
Xiao Qimo didn't feel distressed at all, instead he unceremoniously picked up another brush and left a row of names on the rice paper.
"Grandpa, this is the guest I need to invite."
The old man finally raised his head, put down the brush carefully, blew on a wedding invitation he had just written, and looked up at the young couple in front of him.
"Mianmian is here." He laughed naturally, "Look at the word Grandpa, is it okay?"
Xiao Jianli looked at Lu Mian expectantly.
Lu Mian stared at the work on the crime, and looked at it seriously: "Thank you, Grandpa, for your hard work."
"Ham, what's the trouble with this? This is a great joy. Grandpa is too late to be happy." The old man is very busy, and he is willing to ask him to write another hundred and eighty sheets.
Xiao Jianli picked up the row of names written by Xiao Qimo, some of which he had already written and others he hadn't written, and he handed Lu Mian the brush: "Mian Mian, and your friends here, all write Come down, don't be polite to grandpa, grandpa will just practice calligraphy."
The hospitality was hard to come by, so Lu Mian had no choice but to pick up a pen and write down the name.
The first names to fall on the paper were of course their fivesome.
Xiao Jianli looked at her self-contained calligraphy style, and couldn't help clapping his hands: "Good calligraphy!"
At the beginning, this girl copied her own copybook, and what she imitated was called a portrait. But in fact, this girl's own handwriting can also be called a work of art.
Folding horizontally, flying dragons and phoenixes, there is a solid edge hidden in the elegant font structure.
Lu Mian smiled and continued to write.
The second is the friends I met in Wucheng and Jinjiang.
He recalled as he wrote, and he filled a large sheet of paper in a short while.
After writing two full pages of rice paper at the end, Lu Mian smiled a little embarrassedly: "Will it be too much?"
"Hahaha, this shows that we have a lot of friends in Mianmian!"
The old man didn't care, picked up the two names that Lu Mian had finished writing, and got busy again with a smile on his face.
Lu Mian was slightly startled when he stood where he was. It turned out that he had had so many friends before he knew it.
He is no longer the little devil who had nothing at all.