Li Tianrun: "..."
In that short time, someone in the lobby shouted loudly: "Xiaoqiang Baozi is so happy, may you be married on National Day. May you have a son soon and everything go smoothly, choking with gusto!"
Upon hearing this, the heroes shouted in unison, "It's Second Sister and Zhang Qing!" With that, they all rushed down the mountain. Just from the last sentence, I knew it was those guys who sold the "power pills" at the last martial arts gathering. At that time, the heroes only thought the couple resembled Zhang Qing and Sun Erniang, but didn't think much of it. After the Four Heavenly Kings' disturbance, they learned about reincarnation. Now it seems this couple is most likely the vegetable garden couple from Liangshan.
Sure enough, downstairs, the couple, the old man, and the two children set up their stall again and started twirling their sticks. The heroes came and went like the wind, dragging the group upstairs to drink, while the couple struggled incessantly, thinking they had encountered plainclothes urban management officers.
In the chaos, someone quietly tugged at me from behind. I turned around and saw it was Fei Sankou. Wiping my sweat, I said, "You scared me! Why did you take so long to get here?"
Fei San said, "I've been here for a while now. I even watched the ceremony just now."
"Then why didn't I see it... Oh, I see, it's for work, I have to hide in the environment at all times, right?"
Fei San laughed and handed me a lighter, saying, "Here's a little gift for your wedding."
I held it up and down, asking, "Is this a camera or a bugging device?"
Fei Sankou said dejectedly, "It's just an ordinary lighter, but it's windproof, waterproof, and burns without oxygen."
I said sheepishly, "Thank you. When are you going to send me that mechanical pencil that can turn people into idiots?"
Fei Sankou: "...I don't think it's necessary. I suspect that someone has already used that kind of thing on you."
...
As the first group of guests began to leave, one person arrived late. This short man went straight to me and asked, "You must be Xiaoqiang, right? Congratulations on your wedding!"
Judging from his appearance, this man was very ordinary, and he always had that kind of smile on his face that made people feel at ease and warm.
By now I was used to this kind of greeting, so I quickly said, "Hello, hello, please take a seat." At the end, I still asked, "And you are...?"
The man whispered, "I am Mao Sui."
I scratched my head and said, "It sounds familiar."
Mao Sui prompted me: "I was brought by Liu Laoliu."
I clapped my hands! No wonder I felt so uneasy today. Could I have felt at ease before seeing Liu Laoliu? I knew this old guy wouldn't let me have a moment's peace. When I got married, everyone else gave me a gift, but he gave me his person!
I asked, "Where are the others?"
Mao Sui said, "He said he wouldn't come in and told me to find you myself."
Since the customer was already there, I couldn't just kick them out. I thought for a moment and said, "Mao Sui—is that the one who castrated himself?"
Mao Sui was speechless: "Self-recommendation...self-recommendation..."
I said apologetically, "I'm sorry. Come on, let me take you to eat first, and I'll introduce you to someone later. She'll take care of you."
Mao Sui said, "You go ahead with your work. Just tell me the man's name, and I'll go myself. That's my forte."
"...Okay, you can go upstairs and find Xiuxiu."
We drank until after 3 PM, and most of the people had left. Our parents had been forced to leave the scene as early as 1:30 PM. People kept being taken to the lounge, so I searched several rooms before finally finding Baozi, who had just woken up from a nap. She was still a little dazed, mumbling incoherently. I helped her say hello to the people and led her outside the hotel, where a stretched Rolls-Royce was already waiting for us.
Baozi, still a little dazed, said, "Isn't this a wedding? Why are we seeing you off at the station?"
I put her in the car, then rolled over and lay down on the other side. It was the first time we'd ever faced each other in a car. Baozi finally sobered up a bit. She sat up curiously, opened the liquor cabinet to look inside, then measured the distance between us with her legs, finally asking in surprise, "How do you make a U-turn in a car this long within the Third Ring Road?" Well, she's still drunk.
Sure enough, after saying that, Baozi fell asleep again.
Chapter Forty: Surprise
After we got on, the driver slowly started the car. I really wanted to exchange driving tips with him. Driving such a long, cumbersome car, as Baozi said, is it easy to make a U-turn within the Third Ring Road? However, this driver was probably well-trained. Apart from following orders and smiling at you, he would never chat with you like a taxi driver, so I gave up.
But I was really bored by myself, so I just watched Baozi sleep. After dozing off for a while, Baozi felt someone watching her, so she suddenly opened her eyes, seemingly much more awake. She rubbed her eyes and said, "Going back to the new house?"
I looked at her and smiled, "Mm."
"Wow, a limousine!" Baozi finally understood. Excitedly peering out the window, she couldn't help but shout. But then she realized the problem: "This isn't the right way! Where are we going?"
"A new house," I told her with a smile.
After experiencing all the unexpected events of the day, Baozi seemed to have developed some immunity. She cautiously asked, "Aren't we going back to the pawnshop?"
I said, "No."
As the car slowly approached the Qingshui Jiayuan villa area, a banner hanging on the gate of the community could be seen from afar: Congratulations to Mr. Xiao and Ms. Xiang on their marriage and housewarming.
This time it wasn't written by Wang Xizhi. In fact, I didn't expect to see such a piece of calligraphy here. Judging from the tone, it must have been custom-made for the residents of Qingshui Jiayuan. Thinking about it further, that means it was ordered by Chen Kejiao. I felt a warmth in my heart. Although my relationship with this woman is purely business-related, she was genuinely concerned about my matter at this moment.
Baozi also saw the calligraphy. She strained to look outside and said, "Household celebration? Did we move? How come I didn't know?"
The Rolls-Royce slowly drove across the lawn, the artificial lake in the distance shimmering in the autumn colors. Baozi suddenly fell silent for a moment, then she gripped my shoulders tightly and said, "Is our house here? Is our house here?"
"Almost there, almost there—" I was puzzled. Why are women so excited when they see a big house?
The driver parked the car in front of my villa, got out, opened the car door for us, and politely bowed to us, saying, "Congratulations on your marriage, Mrs. and Mr.."
"Thank you." I returned the greeting like a gentleman, offered my arm to Baozi, and Baozi obediently took my arm as we got off the bus.
After the driver left, I started looking for my keys in every pocket...
Baozi is now fully awake, her eyes sparkling with boundless light, and surprisingly, she hasn't asked any questions or run around the house excitedly. She's quite content to enjoy this moment with me.
The question is, where did the key go?