Luo Ye stayed in the village until evening.
At dusk, someone in the village got married.
Getting married on the First Day of Lunar New Year—they had really picked an auspicious day.
The newlyweds invited Grandma Luo to officiate their wedding. Grandma Luo was the most famous and respected person in the village; even the Village Chief treated her with great courtesy.
Grandma Luo's legs were not very steady, so Luo Ye supported her as they made their way to the wedding venue.
A village wedding was completely different from any wedding Luo Ye had seen before.
It looked as though there were no rules, just everyone gathering to eat, but there were actually quite a few customs. Luo Ye did not dare say a single unnecessary word the entire time.
The village actually placed greater importance on rules, and Luo Ye did not even catch a glimpse of the newlyweds from beginning to end.
There was no sign of the bride and groom at the wedding venue. Perhaps that was a tradition in this village.
It seemed they really had come just to eat.
Only after the grand wedding had ended did everyone leave, leaving behind a huge pile of tables and chairs, along with pots still burning over the fire, giving the place a smoke-filled, battlefield-like atmosphere.
On the way back, Luo Ye asked curiously, "Grandma, who are the two people getting married?"
"They're both from the village. You met that Groom when you were little, but you probably don't remember him now. He isn't much older than you. They know each other inside and out, they're familiar with each other, so they got married."
"They got married just because they knew each other well?" Luo Ye asked in surprise.
"Xiao Ye, although the two of them live