Su Qingluan only felt a sharp pain on his face, and then felt a little burning on his face.
All those half-awake sleepiness disappeared without a trace. Su Qingluan opened her eyes suddenly, only to find that the "perfect lady" in front of her was probably frightened by her earth-shattering scream just now, and stared at her in horror.
Not to mention the "perfect lady", the female relatives who were busy with her makeup all stared at her with incomprehensible expressions.
"Ms. Su..." Madam Shiquan asked tentatively, "Did you have a nightmare just now?"
Su Qingluan was stunned and shook her head: "No." Before she completely fell asleep, she felt that she had been hit by a big blow, and her face was burning with pain.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan felt it. The burning feeling on his face had dissipated a little, but there was still a faint feeling of pain. It was obvious that it was not a complete illusion or a dream.
"I...I feel some pain on my face." You didn't do anything weird to me, right? Su Qingluan murmured in her heart.
The Shiquan lady showed a look of sudden realization: "It turns out that the lady is afraid of pain, but it doesn't matter. It does hurt a little when opening her face, but this is the case for all brides." As she said that, she put something on Su Qingluan's face. call.
Then, Su Qingluan felt that hot feeling, as if a layer of skin was being peeled off again.
This time she was mentally prepared and did not scream, but she still shivered from the pain and quickly looked at the "perfect lady"'s hand.
Lady Shiquan didn't hold any sharp blades in her hands, but rather thin cotton thread - and it was different from the ordinary white cotton thread. The cotton thread used today was red, and it looked red. The dyeing technique is not very good, because the cotton thread tightly held and wrapped around the hand has faded slightly.
"Is this... opening your face?" Because the cotton thread was very close to her face, Su Qingluan had to adjust the distance between his eyes if he wanted to focus on it, almost becoming cross-eyed.
Madam Shiquan was very surprised, with a strange look on her face: "Why, your mother-in-law didn't tell you this?"
Su Qingluan shook her head quickly: "My mother said it! But...but I didn't expect facial opening to be like this..." In Su Qingluan's understanding, facial opening is what Yang called "an important step in bride's makeup". It should be something like "wash your face clean so you can put on makeup."
But it's a pity that she guessed the result but not the process - "opening the face" is actually to use cotton thread to twist off the fuzz on the woman's face to make the face look smoother and cleaner. This will not only make it look fair and tender, but also make the face look smoother Makeup is also less likely to get stuck.
After all, the "cosmetic" particles of this era are far less delicate than those of later generations.
Su Qingluan suddenly realized: No wonder she felt a burning pain on her face just now. She scraped the hair off her face. Can it not hurt? ! Does this really not inflame the hair follicles? Su Qingluan was suspicious in her heart.
However, she knew that she could not ask these questions, at least not at this time. Otherwise, in the eyes of outsiders, this would mean that the mother's "premarital education" is not in place and needs to be paid attention to.
Thinking of "premarital education", Su Qingluan couldn't help but want to cover her face silently - she didn't expect that one day, she would have the opportunity to "appreciate" erotic pictures with others.
In fact, Su Qingluan lived in an era of information explosion in her previous life. It would be a lie to say that she had not been exposed to similar things. Moreover, Su Qingluan was exposed to a higher level - real people, the kind that could move.
It’s not that she is very interested. After all, the biggest hope of a person who has been sick since college is to be able to live a healthy life. As for other things such as food, sex, sex, and things between men and women, they are basically very Buddhist. status.
However, everyone has a few friends with more serious tastes, not to mention the small advertisements on the Internet are everywhere, so Su Qingluan was also lucky enough to "watch" several male-female and male-male action movies, and was surprised by the flexibility of the actors. Really good.
But this kind of thing is all about giving each other a tacit look, and then sharing links and seeds. It is something that one secretly watches under the covers. If it is taken out openly and "shared" and "commented" with others, even We also need to discuss "practical methods", which is another question.
What's more, because of her mental age, although Su Qingluan regards Yang and Su Guangfu as very important family members, she can't really treat them as parents or as friends of about the same age. .
But obviously, even as friends, they are definitely different from the kind of friends in the previous life who could look at each other and share beautiful photos of male Bodhisattvas, so Su Qingluan recalled that Yang took out the erotic pictures and secretly wanted to have a "love affair" with her. "Tell me more about it", Su Qingluan's first feeling was not shyness, but embarrassment with her toes on the ground.
Fortunately, this kind of embarrassment and shyness are very similar, otherwise it would be really hard for Su Qingluan to explain why she seems completely unfazed by erotic pictures.
When Su Qingluan came to her senses, she felt that her head was heavier by at least two or three pounds. Sun Guixiang, who was helping at the side, took a bronze mirror and took a look at Su Qinlao's face: "Qingluan, look how beautiful you are now! You are like an immortal descended from heaven!"
The female relatives in the room immediately joked, "The groom is very lucky" and "Whose fairy daughter is missing?"
At this time, Mrs. Yang, who had been greeting the female guests outside, also came in with her little daughter, so the female relatives inside the house called Ms. Yang to come over and take a look.
Mrs. Yang led Su Xueyan in. Today was a wedding reception at home, so although the mother and daughter were not wearing red clothes, they were still dressed very festively.
Su Xueyan wore a tender pink chest-length skirt today, with bells tied with pink ribbons on her upright legs. The bells jingled crisply when she jumped up and down, making her look lively and cute.
Yang probably felt that she was getting older and that although she should dress festively, she should also feel solemn, so she wore a crimson t-shirt, an apricot collared train, and a hanging belt. The accessories are also in crimson red, and are embroidered with a pattern of flowers blooming in spring, which looks grand without losing grace.
Su Qingluan was once again impressed by her mother's aesthetic sense.
At this moment, Ms. Yang was also carefully looking at Su Qingluan's appearance in her attire. At first, she nodded happily and comfortingly, but as she looked at it, for some reason, tears started to form in her eyes.
Su Qingluan's nose felt sore when she saw Yang doing this. She didn't know why.
Seeing this, the people around him quickly advised him, "Hey, it's unlucky to shed tears on a big day."
"No, wipe your tears quickly and don't ruin your makeup."
"Yes, I should be smiling today."
