The only people who looked unhappy were the Jiang family. Jiang Shan looked at Yang Kun with a sullen face and said fiercely, "Yang Kun is such an ungrateful wolf. When his family was having a hard time, our family took him in for several years! He had sworn to the heavens when he came to propose to our younger sister, Jiang Xi, but what about now? Bah! I can only hope that the heavens have eyes and quickly take him away!"
Jiang Da and Jiang Er, who were beside Jiang Shan, both lowered their eyes and said nothing, but their expressions were also very unsightly. They were trying their best to restrain the urge to flip the table. "It's all our family's fault for not being capable enough, which made our little sister suffer. However, our uncle's family is also very strange. How did their luck suddenly change..." Jiang Er said, holding his breath.
As soon as Jiang Er's voice fell, the happy voice of his uncle, Yang Shaoqun, came from above. He said in front of everyone as if showing off, "My daughter-in-law is born with good fortune. Ever since Yang Kun met her, good things have been happening one after another. This marriage is great!"
Yang Shaoqun's excited voice made the guests who had come to attend the wedding become more enthusiastic. Only the Jiang family's faces looked even more unsightly. What did Yang Shaoqun think Jiang Xi was? Jiang Da clenched his fist. His wife, Zheng Rong, patted his hand lightly. Zheng Rong's expression was not too good. The Yang family had gone too far! Jiang Xi's mother, Yang Fen, did not look too good either. Tears were welling up in her eyes.
The emcee was going through the wedding process. "The bride and groom have to bow to heaven and earth, and then bow to each other..."
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted from outside the door, "Is this the house of Yang Shaoqun from Qingfu Village? Someone, come out! Someone's here to give Yang Kun a congratulatory gift!" After shouting, two waiters carried a large flower wreath and walked in. From a distance, one could still see the white paper money that they had scattered, covering the red silk hanging at the door. However, the two workers who were carrying the flower hoops were a little flustered. Why did this situation not seem right? Someone from the Yang family just died, right? Why was there a red cloth for a wedding? The two workers looked at each other. They had a bad feeling in their hearts. The hands that were holding the flower wreaths trembled a little. This was the first time they had come to give flower wreaths to someone on their wedding day.
"What are you guys doing? What were they doing here? This will bring bad luck! Hurry up and get out!" Yang Shaoqun took a few quick steps, but as soon as he came out, he was stung by the big flower wreath at the door. His expression immediately changed. "Get out, get out! Get out! On this day of great joy, you..."
The guests behind him also saw the huge flower Circle and whispered to each other.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. This is a wreath for Yang Kun. I didn't know that your family would hold a wedding. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. This is a wreath and a couplet for Yang Kun. The two of us are just errand boys. The person who ordered the wreath did not make it clear, so we made a fool of ourselves." The worker carrying the flower wreath quickly explained. Who knew that the moment he explained, the entire courtyard fell silent? Everyone raised their heads in unison to look at him, the large flower hoop behind him that almost blocked the door.
The band also put down their suonas, feeling a little conflicted about whether they should continue playing. The courtyard was eerily quiet at this moment. The courtyard, which had been full of laughter just now, seemed to have their throats stuck in an instant, and they could not make a single sound.
It was the first time that the worker carrying the flower wreath had been looked at by so many people at the same time. He was so scared that his legs almost went soft.
"Who do you think this wreath is for?" Yang Shaoqun gritted his teeth, his face was ashen. Behind him, Yang Kun's face was red as he walked over anxiously. The bride's body was shaking as if she had been frightened by the scene. Her breasts, which were covered by the wedding dress, were huge and full. They trembled with her movements. Many young men in the courtyard glanced at her, then lowered their heads and coughed, pretending to cover it up.
The worker carrying the flower wreath did not know what was going on, so he repeated, "The flower wreath is for the dead Yang Kun. We heard that today is Yang Kun's burial day, so we hurriedly sent them over." After saying that, the shop assistant shivered. For some reason, he felt cold and quickly added, "We're not late, right? It's fine, it's fine. It's fine as long as you've delivered the thought. I'll find time to send this flower wreath to Yang Kun's grave and burn it. It won't take a while." As he said that, the waiter looked at Yang Kun, who was wearing a wedding dress, and quickly stepped back and waved his hand, "You're the groom, right? It's not good to see this flower wreath on your big day."