Why Should You Profit from What Belongs to My Family?

July 17, 1986, the eleventh day of the sixth lunar month. Auspicious for: sacrifices, coming-of-age ceremonies, weddings, catching, netting, hunting, fishing. Nothing else should be undertaken.

It was summer, so dawn broke at five in the morning.

The young men who had been fooling around until the latter half of the night were roused one by one with pats.

Then each of them received a serving of pastries and a bowl of hot porridge. After hastily filling their stomachs, they formed a wedding procession and marched toward Wen Leyu's home like soldiers urgently sent to the battlefield.

Once they left the courtyard, Chen Xiaoling and the others discovered that Li Ye had not prepared a grand fleet of eight or ten sedans. Instead, the wedding convoy consisted of two sedans, two vans, a large coach bus, and a double-cab 130 truck.

Li Ye had attended Wen Guohua's wedding before. Wen Guohua had only used a few vehicles then, and the whole wedding had been very simple and unadorned. Since Li Ye was going to marry Wen Leyu, he naturally could not be too extravagant or showy.

But several of his classmates did not quite understand.

"Something's not right! I saw at least five sedans parked outside the alley yesterday. Why are there only two today? Isn't a wedding all about making a grand display? What kind of arrangement is this?"

"Exactly! Those two female international students both drove here, and both had imported sedans. But they got into the vans just now. Since they're all going to pick up the bride together, why not drive over and give Li Ye some face?"

"It really is a little strange. If Sun Xianjin were here, he'd definitely guess the reason. Too bad that guy is obsessed with Katyusha in Moscow and still