After traveling through the book, I realized my wish in my previous life

"The Jiang family really spent a fortune this time," a villager sighed as they ate. "My son got married last year, and the banquet only had five tables."

"How can that be the same?" Uncle Li, who was sitting at the same table, took a sip of his white wine. "Little Shen is not only a city dweller, but also a top student at Beijing University. Her family is very well-off. Haven't you heard that her dowry includes not only three turns and a bell, but also many other good things? The Jiang family is so lucky to have such a daughter-in-law!"

He Tingyuan, Han Zhuxin, Zhao Lingling and others were seated at the main table.

He Tingyuan, as a representative, stood up and toasted everyone, "Uncle, aunt, and all the elders, thank you for taking care of us educated youth back then. Today, seeing Xia Xia and Jiang Yan finally get married, we are happier than anyone else."

Father Jiang was in a good mood today, his dark face flushed slightly. "It's not easy for you city kids. You were teenagers, but you came all the way to our countryside. I know your life wasn't easy back then... But now it's better. You're all college students, and you've all made it!"

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

The young people in the village began to make a fuss, asking the bride and groom to perform a show. Shen Xiaoxia was pulled to the center of the yard and toasted the guests with Jiang Yan.

This toast must be made to every table, and the guests will try every possible way to make things difficult for the newlyweds, either asking the groom to drink or asking the bride to sing.

"Little Shen, the educated youth, sing a song!" the aunt who worked with me back then shouted, "You have a nice voice when you speak, so I'm sure you can sing well too!"

Shen Xiaoxia couldn't refuse, so she cleared her throat and started singing. Her voice was clear and moving. After the song was over, the whole audience applauded.

Jiang Yan was forced to drink a lot of wine, his face flushed, but his eyes never left Shen Xiaoxia.

When it came to He Tingyuan, Han Zhuxin and the others, Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Thank you for coming all the way to attend Xia Xia and I's wedding. I won't say much more. I will remember your friendship in my heart. I'll drink this glass of wine. Please do as you please...!"

He Tingyuan, holding a wine glass, spoke first, "Jiang Yan, Xia Xia, happy wedding! I wish you a happy and peaceful life together, and may you hold hands and grow old together!"

"Xia Xia, Jiang Yan, I wish you a happy wedding and a long life together!" Han Zhuxin looked at the two of them, her voice choking a little. "Jiang Yan, Xia Xia is now in your care. If you dare to bully her, I won't let you go!"

Jiang Yan repeatedly shouted "I dare not."

"That's right," Zhao Lingling followed closely, "Xia Xia, if Jiang Yan ever makes you angry in the future, just tell us and we'll scold him for you. Of course, we still hope that you can live a happy and harmonious life together until you grow old together."

Others also smiled and gave their blessings.

In the evening, a bonfire was lit in the village's threshing ground.

This was the result of discussions between Shen Xiaoxia, Jiang Yan, Han Zhuxin and He Tingyuan, and it also brought a perfect end to the wedding and everyone's gathering.

There are not only gongs and drums brought by the villagers, but also tape recorders playing the most popular songs of the day.

The bonfire burned brighter and brighter, and the flames illuminated everyone's face.

Hu Shixuan took out his guitar again and sang "Young Friends Come to Meet", while the others danced around the campfire hand in hand.

Zhao Lingling danced particularly happily, her long skirt spinning like a blooming flower in the firelight.

Everyone smiled at each other. Time had changed their identities and circumstances, but it could not change the sincere feelings that had sprouted during those difficult years.

The bride and groom were pushed to the center of the bonfire and danced to the cheers of the crowd.

Shen Xiaoxia's wedding dress sparkled in the firelight, and Jiang Yan's dance steps were clumsy but firm, just like the path they had taken here.

The villagers gathered in a circle, clapping their hands to the beat, and the children played and darted between the adults' legs.

When the party reached its climax, Xie Yunheng suddenly raised his camera and said, "Come on, let's take a photo together!"

The crowd gathered together, Shen Xiaoxia and Jiang Yan stood in the middle, with a blazing bonfire and a sky full of stars behind them.

Hu Shixuan adjusted the camera timer and quickly ran back to the team. With a "click", this moment was frozen forever - the smiling face illuminated by the fire, the tears flashing in the eyes, and the friendship and love that have become more profound with the baptism of time.

As the night deepens, the stars twinkle in the deep blue sky, and the red lanterns hanging in the yard sway gently in the breeze, casting a warm halo.

In the threshing ground, laughter, singing, and conversations intertwined and drifted in the autumn night air.

As the night deepened, the bonfire gradually went out, and the villagers dispersed in groups of three or two, and everyone went back to rest.

In the Jiang family's new house, on the window with a big red wedding character pasted on it, the silhouettes of two people were projected by candlelight, swaying gently with the flames.

Shen Xiaoxia sat on the edge of the bed, her wedding dress gleaming softly in the candlelight, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corners of her dress. She heard the sound of Jiang Yan pouring water behind her, and the porcelain cup and enamel teapot making crisp tinkling sounds.

"Have some water," Jiang Yan's voice was a little lower than usual, a little hoarse. The enamel cup he handed over was covered with water droplets on the outside, and a few wild chrysanthemums were soaked in it. "You haven't drunk much water today."

Shen Xiaoxia took the cup, and her fingertips accidentally touched his fingers. She shrank back as if burned by fire. The warm tea slid into her throat, diluting the spiciness left by the wedding wine.

She secretly raised her eyes and saw that two buttons of Jiang Yan's white shirt collar were undone, revealing his angular bone lines. The candlelight cast a small shadow under his eyelashes, making his eyes look particularly gentle.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew outside the house, the bamboo forest rustled, and the candlelight swayed.

Jiang Yan reached out and took off the plastic red wedding flower from her hair. Her black hair fell like a waterfall, carrying a faint fragrance. His fingers ran through her hair, his movements so light as if he was touching some fragile treasure.

"Softer than I thought," he whispered, his knuckles accidentally brushing against her earlobe, and Shen Xiaoxia's face instantly turned red from the tip of her ear to her neck.

A few dog barks were heard in the distance, making the night even quieter. Jiang Yan stood up to fiddle with the candle wick. The flame suddenly jumped up, casting his tall figure on the lime wall.

"Let's take a break... shall we?"

"it is good…"

A drizzle began to fall in the second half of the night, and the raindrops gently tapped the window frames. The red candle on the candlestick had burned to the bottom, and the wax tears had accumulated into a small pool in the copper plate.

"Go to sleep if you're sleepy," Jiang Yan pulled the thin quilt up and gently patted Shen Xiaoxia's back.

"Hmm...", she responded vaguely, but her fingers secretly hooked around Jiang Yan's little finger.

Jiang Yan didn't say anything, but just held her in his arms. The sound of rain outside was getting heavier, and water dripping from the eaves fell into the iron bucket, ding-dong, like some kind of ancient clepsydra.

Before falling asleep completely, Shen Xiaoxia vaguely heard Jiang Yan whisper something in her ear. She seemed to hear it clearly, but also seemed not to hear it clearly.

In the dim light, two young hearts beat at the same frequency, like two ears of rice growing side by side in the field, gently caressing each other in the autumn breeze.