siege of post-80s

Feeling the cold eyes, no matter how rebellious the bride is, she will cry. Looking at the rain outside the window, Coco's heart can't help but return to Chinatown. Father's temples have begun to turn gray, he is always so serious, and he is always so rebellious in front of him, it seems that everything will be reversed. There is no father in this wedding scene that I have imagined since I was a child. It turns out that I miss him so much, the person who gave me life and is so far away from me.

Marriage is sacred, and I clearly know everything about myself, and I have to change too much after I vowed to stay with Xiao Zhe for the rest of my life. It can't be like the indulgence before marriage, all choices must put the family first. The life I have always longed for will begin immediately, becoming a man's wife and growing old with him. Imagine two people kissing intimately when they are eighty years old, like old people holding hands watching the sunset by the seaside in Sydney. What kind of picture is that? Two people, until the white head...

"Li Ke, I want to be the most beautiful bride and the best wife." Coco wiped away her tears and said to herself in the mirror.

In the banquet hall of a five-star hotel, pink yarn covers every corner of the hall, and flower baskets are dotted on both sides of the red carpet. Exquisite wedding candies and wedding cakes in the shape of "Xi" are placed on the dining table, and even each chair is surrounded by pink bows. Under the spotlight on the ceremony stage, Coco was a little dizzy, almost going into shock from nervousness. Listening to the host's words mechanically, Coco couldn't see under the stage clearly due to the glare of the light, only feeling that it was dark. Under the command of the host, Coco and Xue Zhe lit the candlesticks, filled the champagne tower, and cut the big nine-tiered cake. It wasn't until the host announced that the ceremony was over and the meal was ready, and there was warm applause from the audience, that Coco suddenly realized that her wedding was over. It turned out that this was the Chinese wedding that Xue Zhe had mentioned to him before. The deep disappointment could not go away for a long time. Coco smiled listlessly and let the photographer take pictures. His smile was as stiff as when Yawen had just received Botox injection. At the most important moment in the girl's life, she smiled stiffly.

On the contrary, the reception at night was more lively. Coco greeted and nodded to the guests under the introduction of her in-laws. Like a beautiful butterfly, with a bright smile on his face, he shuttled among the guests holding a wine glass. Everyone praised Coco for being beautiful, Xiao Yuehan smiled brighter than Coco, kept telling Coco to pay attention to the skirt of the dress, not to slip, the intimacy of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law made others envious.

On the balcony on the second floor, Hanwen leaned against the railing in the posture he had first met Coco two years ago, imagining that his back at this time must be as lonely as the back of Coco on the day we met. The people in the room had unchanging smiles on their faces, true and false. Avoiding the guests, it seems that on such a day, he no longer wants to greet anyone or smile hypocritically. When I saw Yawen at the meeting, and learned from her that Coco's dress was not the one I chose, and the lily was replaced by a rose, for some reason, Hanwen became more worried, what will happen in the future? Are you overthinking yourself? Maybe it's because I think too much, I really hope that Coco can always be the same as before, and don't become as insincere as those people in this room in bright clothes. It seems that Coco's straightforwardness has always brought him great strength. I secretly envy her, envy that she can talk without thinking, don't care about other people's eyes, and do what she likes to do. She is different from these people, I hope to be like her, but I know it is impossible, so, gradually, envy turned into liking.

Thinking of these two words, Han Wen couldn't help smiling bitterly.

"Handsome guy, why are you in a daze alone?" Someone behind him patted Han Wen heavily.

Su Wei blushed from drinking, narrowed her eyes, looked at Han Wen with a smile, and sat down on the small wicker chair on the balcony.