After a pause with both hands, Zhong Mingwei immediately tied a beautiful knot, and then stretched out his hand to put Ah Chou in his arms. While gently saying: "Girl, don't worry, I'm learning fast. My legs will recover faster."
"What is there to worry about?" A Chouhong whispered, "Even if there is, I am worried about whether the wedding dress can be driven out."
"Then you can do it from tomorrow." Zhong Mingwei said softly, holding Ah Chou's white but rough hand while saying. "In the future, you will no longer be allowed to make wedding dresses for others, so you can make wedding dresses for yourself with peace of mind. We will buy whatever material you like. Whatever pattern you like, you can just embroider on it until the wedding dress is made. My legs should be healed too. At that time, girl, I will carry you in."
The groom carries the bride through the door. This is not the custom of the capital, after all, it is at the feet of the emperor. The most important thing is the rules and etiquette, and it is absolutely impossible to have such a sturdy folk custom, when it is a big wedding. The bride is always helped in by the wedding nun, and she can't even touch the groom.
It is the custom of the Ninggu Pagoda for the groom to carry the bride into the door. In the borderlands, people don’t care much about etiquette, but they pay more attention to human feelings. When Ah Chou went down the mountain, he saw the groom happily hugging the bride from the sedan chair all the way. When I entered the house, Ah Chou was stunned. When I came back, I chatted with Zhong Mingwei, half with emotion and half with curiosity, but Zhong Mingwei remembered it clearly.
"That's good," Ah Chou said with tears in his eyes, looking sideways at Zhong Mingwei, "It just so happens that I'm not heavy, so you can definitely hug me."
"Girl, you can be a little heavier," Zhong Mingwei also laughed, with a comfortable yet somewhat helpless smile, "I am very strong, even if you are twice as fat, I can still carry you."
"Well, I'll start eating nonsense from today, and I'll let you marry a fat woman to come in." Ah Chou replied.
"It's better to be fatter, the flesh feels comfortable, and it's still Wangfu," Zhong Mingwei said, lowering his head and kissing Ah Chou's wet eyes, and said softly, "Girl, don't cry."
"I'm happy," A Chou's voice was slightly choked, "Zhong Mingwei, I'm happy."
"Girl, I'm happy too." Zhong Mingwei held Ah Chou's face, gently wiped the tears from the corners of A Chou's eyes with his fingertips, "Don't cry, my heart will break if I cry again."
"Just to make you hurt! I have to make you hurt!" Ah Chou muttered ferociously, while burying his face in Zhong Mingwei's hands. The fierce girl who was barking her teeth and claws just now is as cute as a cat, "Zhong Mingwei , I heard that when you get married here in Ninggu Pagoda, you have to go to the Yuelao Temple to worship Yuelao, and you have to write the names of the two on the red silk and hang them on the tree. Naturally, your name cannot be hung It's on the tree outside, but...but I also want to... "
"Then let's hang it on the pomegranate tree in the yard," Zhong Mingwei said softly, "We are as sincere as the couple next to us, and naturally the name is the same wherever it is hung."
Zhong Mingwei is not an ordinary person, even though he is just a common man now, he has to keep a low profile as much as possible, besides, his nominal wife is Duan Rulan, so naturally his name cannot appear in Yuelao Temple with other women's names.
"Yeah, it's the same wherever you hang it. Our hearts are the most sincere," Ah Chou said softly, raising his head and looking at Zhong Mingwei with unblinking eyes, "Zhong Mingwei, can you Do I have a name? I want to have a nice name, and hang it on the tree with your name. I don’t want to be called A Chou. I didn’t have a last name before, but now I’m getting married, and I can take my husband’s last name. Ming Wei, let me give you a name."
Zhong Mingwei's nose suddenly became sore, he held Ah Chou's face with both hands, and gently moved towards it, his forehead was pressed against A Chou's forehead, his nose rubbed against A Chou's round nose, and said softly: "Do you really want me to name you?"
"Yes," Ah Chou whispered, his thick eyelashes slapping the man's eyes, "I have never had a name, and Mother Xiang took pity on me and wanted to give me a name, but I didn't, and let others call me Ugly girl, I never thought about choosing a name again. After all, I have no father or mother. I can’t even remember my last name. I really want a name, a name that can be hung on a tree with your name, a... name you gave me."