Feng Qingxue stopped, "Second Brother, just tell me what you want."
Feng Aihua scratched his head, stuttering for a while before finally uttering, "Do you have any old military uniforms that Lu Jiang left behind? I could borrow it for my wedding day! It would be even better if you have liberating shoes."
Feng Qingxue, upon hearing this, felt both a pang of sorrow and a sense of amusement.
His words reminded her of the old stories her grandparents used to tell. It was a time when people would borrow clothes for their weddings, clinging to them so dearly that they hesitated to take them off even to sleep. Some people would also borrow liberating shoes which they too would wear to sleep, hoping that they could keep them on their feet for just a bit longer.
Some families only had one set of clothing suitable for visiting relatives, so whoever went out would be the one to wear them.
This situation was so common that nobody would make fun of others for it.
