That day, the textile factory was bustling with excitement.
Gongs and drums thundered, and firecrackers crackled in unison.
The textile factory's small cafeteria had been filled with the aroma of meat since early morning. Red silk was hung throughout, creating a festive atmosphere.
Wang Yan wore a black suit, a white shirt, and a red tie, with big leather shoes on his feet. His hair had been waxed and slicked back.
A little after eight, he drove an old sedan that had been acquired from the city and refurbished once more. The factory's publicity officer rode a motorcycle alongside him as they headed for the old Song family home in Red Guard Town.
Today was a good day—he was getting married!
A crowd had gathered outside the Song family's door. Although the Song family still had their issues, no one shunned them anymore. After all, their son-in-law was Director Wang of the county textile factory. Wang Yan's deeds were now known by everyone in the county. Even four- and five-year-old children knew that following Director Wang meant having food to eat.
Wang Yan smiled and nodded at the greetings from the crowd, allowing the publicity officer to photograph and record everything.
At that time, let alone in the county, even getting a wedding videotaped in the city was difficult. Wang Yan had already grown numb to marriage, so he did not insist on making a fuss over having it filmed.
He passed through the wall covered with red double-happiness characters and entered the courtyard.
Wang Yan called out directly, "Dad, Mom, kid brother-in-law."
Father Song and Mother Song nodded with gratified smiles, while Song Yunhui, who had rushed back especially for the occasion, was left speechless.
He said, "Treat my sister well."
Wang Yan shook his head with an amused