, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Tan's cries were choked.
The old lady looked at Yang Huamei carefully: "My son, don't worry, when you get out of this house, you will become a member of Lao Wang's family..."
Yang Huamei waved her hand impatiently.
"Hey, it doesn't matter who you are from, I'm going to show off right now, and my second sister-in-law has to put rouge on me!"
"That's the rouge and gouache that Lan'er specially brought back from town!"
Yang Huamei said excitedly.
The women watching the excitement on the side were stunned for a moment.
Yang Ruoqing even twitched her lips.
I thought to myself that this little girl is really a weirdo.
When other girls get married, they cry together with their mother, sisters and sisters.
She's better, she's more anxious than anyone else.
Over there, Yang Ruolan walked to Tan and comforted Tan softly.
"Don't be sad, Nai. Uncle Shuanzi's home is not far away, in our village."
"My aunt heard her when she yelled. She wanted to see her. It's only a few steps away."
"Today is a good day for me to go out. I should be happy!"
"Come, let me wipe away your tears..."
Yang Ruolan took out her handkerchief and wiped Tan's tears.
But Tan pushed Yang Ruolan away.
"There's no need for you to pretend to be kind, just go on your way!"
Tan said angrily.
He took his sleeve and wiped it there. His hazy eyes, wet with tears, were still chasing Yang Huamei.
Yang Ruolan felt bored, blushed slightly, and stood aside.
She noticed that a strange look was directed towards her.
Turning around, Yang Ruoqing was standing in the crowd with a sarcastic look on her face.
Clearly mocking her.
Yang Ruolan was secretly embarrassed and bit her lip tightly, her resentful eyes gouging Yang Ruoqing like a knife.
Yang Ruoqing gave her a thumbs up, turned her wrist, and pointed her thumb down.
Seeing this gesture, Yang Ruolan was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but it was difficult to get angry.
He snorted and looked away.
Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and turned her eyes to Mo Guang.
Beside the milling basket, Mrs. Yang has already begun to dress Yang Huamei.
I saw her applying powder to Yang Huamei's face first.
Yang Huamei's face looked like a big pancake.
The top is not even.
There are bumps, pimples and pustules.
Rosacea, dots of freckles on both sides of the nose.
Applying powder concealer is a lot of work.
Yang almost put all the powder in the powder box on Yang Huamei's face...
On the side, a woman couldn't help but said: "Isn't it too white? It's like the noodles fell into the vat."
Yang curled her lips at the woman: "This is the jasmine powder in town. How can the wheat powder at home compare with this powder? Nonsense!"
The women covered their mouths and laughed.
Yang Ruoqing also raised the corners of her mouth.
Then look down.
Yang finished the powder and brought out a tough thin thread.
The two ends of the fingers were hooked together to form a cross-shaped line, which was close to Yang Huamei's face.
Then relax your hands and pull out the fluff of the cotton cloth.
"Ouch, it hurts me so much!"
Yang Huamei yelled, her brows knitted together, and the pink on her face fell down.
Mr. Tan next to him also frowned when he heard this.
He scolded Mr. Yang: "Second brother, you are so clumsy that you hurt your sister!"
Yang was also startled by the couple's reaction.
Then he smiled apologetically and said, "Mom, isn't that how you behave?"
She then said to Yang Huamei: "Don't be afraid, Mei'er. Sister-in-law, please be gentle and pluck out the hair on your face. You will look better!"
Hearing that she could look better, Yang Huamei gritted her teeth and nodded.
Yang continued to pull out, carefully.
Mrs. Tan stretched her neck and stared nervously from the side.
Finally, after pulling it out, Yang was sweating from exhaustion.
Next, she put rouge on Yang Huamei and painted her lips red.
"Second sister-in-law, if you want to be happy, the redder your lips, the better!"
Yang Huamei urged excitedly.
Yang nodded repeatedly: "Second sister-in-law is doing something, don't worry."
Xi Niang’s makeup is finished.
"Do I look good or not? Do you think I look good?"
Yang Huamei raised her face and eagerly asked the women watching in the room.
The expressions on the women's faces were a little strange.
Everyone smiled and said nothing.
Yang Ruoqing heard Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Bao beside her take a breath.
At first glance, she almost fainted from fright.
Is that human being?
Baihaha face, red lips.
The teeth became even more frighteningly yellow.
Yang Ruoqing covered her eyes.
The picture is so beautiful that I can’t bear to look at it.
Here, Mr. Tan stood up directly and glared at Mr. Yang with a tigerish face.
"It's too gorgeous, wipe some redness off your mouth!"
Tan ordered Yang.
Yang smiled apologetically and was about to wipe it.
Yang Huamei stood up from the grinding basket.
"Don't rub it, that's it. I like sexy things, the more glamorous the better!" she said.
"Meier, your mouth is too red and it doesn't look good."
Tan persuaded patiently.
Yang Huamei shook her head like a rattle.
Yang tried to smooth things over: "Drink some water and eat something later, and it will naturally fade away..."
Tan had no choice but to compromise with Yang Huamei.
The next step is to put on the wedding dress.
Needless to say, my head is full of flowers and my body is red.
The whole person is sitting in the mill basket, like a flaming red lantern.
After finishing all this, Jin, Yang, Sun, Liu, and Bao came forward one after another.
When a sister-in-law gets married, her natal sisters and sister-in-law will give red envelopes.
This is called the 'crying marriage' fee.
Jin's and the others' red envelopes were sealed overnight by Tan, each containing sixty-six cents.
The sixty-six cents in Sun's red envelope came from her own pocket.
Several daughters-in-law came forward in turn, handed red envelopes to Yang Huamei, and said auspicious words.
When it was Bao Suyun's turn, the red envelope had just been taken out.
Yang Huamei snatched it away.
"Stop talking nonsense and bring the money!"
Yang Huamei grinned, showing her yellow teeth, and put the money into her arms.
Bao Suyun was a little embarrassed, but still said something auspicious and quickly stepped aside.
"Crown, crown, crown..."
Yang shouted, picked up the red hijab, and covered Yang Huamei's head.
Here, Tan's tears suddenly burst out.
The old lady slapped her thighs with both hands and cried loudly: "I'm sorry, my mother is reluctant to let you go out..."
The women came over to persuade him.
Yang Huamei was sitting in the mill basket, shaking her feet excitedly.
The front yard breakfast is over.
The wedding party rushed to the backyard.
The men began to carry the dowry from the house to the yard.
Old Yang entered Yang Huamei's house with his hands behind his back.
I saw a girl dressed in red makeup sitting in a mill basket.
The old man's eyes were also red.
"Mei'er, now that you are out of this family, you will become a member of Lao Wang's family."
"Being someone's wife is no better than being a daughter at home. Your parents, brothers and sisters-in-law will pamper you in everything."
The old man squatted beside the mill basket and spoke earnestly to Yang Huamei, who was covered with a red hijab.
"From now on, you are a family man."
"In the future, you must serve your parents-in-law well, take care of your husband and raise your children, and don't embarrass our old Yang family..."
"father!"
Under the red hijab, Yang Huamei's call came.
