On the day of the wedding, Chu Yilan let Shen Lian get a good night's sleep.
Shen Lian got up at ten, changed clothes with Chu Yilan, and rode over with him. They arrived at exactly eleven thirty.
Feng Yueshan and Chen Mu stood at the entrance. Behind them to the right, the sprawling lawn was already packed with cars.
Feng Yueshan strode over. The window had barely rolled halfway down before he stuck his head inside. "Seriously, whose wedding is this? Why am I greeting your guests?"
Chu Yilan said mildly, "Aren't we brothers?"
Feng Yueshan said, "...We are."
Chu Yilan continued, "I'll go toast the elders who arrived early and apologize in a bit."
You look so pleased with yourself, I can't see a trace of remorse, Feng Yueshan thought. Then he remembered that not everyone deserved to have Chu Yilan standing here to welcome them, so he waved cheerfully. "All right, leave it to me. You and Shen Lian go on in. Just let me take your new car for a spin later."
"No problem."
Shen Lian looked out the window. Everything had been arranged beautifully, with a naturally grand setting. The mist at the summit had yet to fully disperse, and vast swaths of deep green appeared and vanished behind it as though behind gauze. The farm stretched far and wide, with a small raised white platform built at its center. A huge triangular tower of stacked champagne glasses glittered in the sunlight. Guests kept stepping out of their cars, all dressed neatly and appropriately.
After watching Chu Yilan's car drive away, Feng Yueshan returned to Chen Mu's side. "Tired?"
"Not at all."
Chen Mu had barely finished speaking when a little voice piped up, "Big brother, big brother!"
Like his older brother, Feng Yuezhou knew