TL: Hua
Xun Qian smiled. His long eyelashes covered his curved eyes like a small fan.
He just heard Zhang Han talking about Qi Guanjie and was worried that Qi Xiaoyu would be unhappy because of his father’s incident before and then encountered this incident.
But the words that came out of Qi Xiaoyu’s mouth were 100% pleasant, making people feel happy.
Qi Xiaoyu is really a treasure.
He also wrapped his arms around the back of Qi Xiaoyu’s head and took his lips, gently licking them a few times.
White-browed Hero was being dragged to the backyard to take a bath. He saw the two of them through the French window and cried anxiously. He kept running in the opposite direction of the leash, stretching out his front paws and trying to get in.
Butler Cheng was tormented to death. He held the leash while panting, knocked it on the head, and then quickly carried it away. “Xiao Hei, if you’re so tactless again, you’ll be locked up in a small dark room.”
White-browed Hero felt wronged. “Awoooo~”
The two people in the living room kissed restrainedly on the sofa for a while. Qi Xiaoyu thought of something else and pushed Xun Qian away. “Are you going to send out invitations in the next two days?”
Before deciding on the final location of the wedding, they chose many addresses and made many plans, including foreign castles, romantic beaches, and even cliffs. However, because Qi Xiaoyu’s popularity was too high recently and too many people were eyeing them, they finally decided to keep a low profile and hold the wedding in the church in this city and entertain the guests at the Weihao Hotel.
Moreover, Xun Qian and his sister often came to this church when they were kids, leaving many memories.
All the beautiful or regretful memories, they wanted this church to witness.
Hearing Qi Xiaoyu’s question, Xun Qian nodded, “I’ll have someone prepare it.”
“Well, leave this job for now,” Qi Xiaoyu turned his head away a little, “Leave it to me. I want to write it by hand; it will be more sincere.”
Xun Qian pinched Qi Xiaoyu’s earlobe when he heard this. “I’ll write it. The workload is too heavy. You should have a good rest.”
Qi Xiaoyu shook his head. “No, you’ve worked hard during this period, so you should have a good rest. Besides, we only invite forty or fifty people, so it’s not that hard.”
Then he asked, “Have you bought the invitations?”
“Yes.”
“Where are they? Let me see.”
As he asked, he stood up, rubbed his hands, and looked around.
Xun Qian looked up and saw his excitement and sparkling eyes, so he gave up and pulled him back to his side. “You sit down first, I’ll ask someone to bring it over now.”
After Xun Qian finished speaking, he went to make a phone call, and soon someone sent over fifty invitations.
The invitation has two layers, with a traditional Chinese character “囍” on the outside and the names of Qi Xiaoyu and Xun Qian printed below.
Inside, there’s a thinner piece of letter paper with a red background and light gold plaid. In the lower right corner, there is a pair of chibi couples in suits standing side by side. Although there are only fifty copies, they are exclusively customized.
Qi Xiaoyu took it in his hand and looked at it over and over again. “This one is perfect for me to write. Wait, I’ll go to your study and get a pen.” Qi Xiaoyu walked for two steps and turned back.
“Just go to the bedroom and write it.”
The two entered the bedroom one after the other.
Before preparing to write the invitation, Qi Xiaoyu went to the bathroom to wash his hands again, then returned to the desk, pulled out the chair, sat upright, put all the invitations on the right side, and took a wolf-hair fountain pen from the pen holder.
Xun Qian looked at his serious actions and stood beside him. “What are you going to write?”
Qi Xiaoyu looked up, smiled at Xun Qian, and then jotted down the pen,
“The two surnames are married, the contract is signed in one hall, the knot is tied forever, matching into the same surname.
Today, the red rope is tightly bound, the pearl and jade are put together.
May he be forever together into his old age, blessed with fragrant osmanthus and orchids.
On May 20th, we would like to invite Mr. Zheng Peizu to attend the wedding ceremony of Xun Qian and Qi Xiaoyu, which will be held on May 20th, 20xx on the 3rd floor of Weihao Hotel. We look forward to your presence.
Respectfully,
Xun Qian and Qi Xiaoyu
”
He wrote very carefully, recalling the scene when he was helping his senior sister write invitations.
He remembered that when his senior sister was getting married, his master sat on a mottled eight-immortal table[mfn]This traditional Chinese furniture.
[/mfn] to prepare invitations like this, wearing reading glasses, writing one word at a time, and the name of the guest had to be read three times. His wrist would be shaking after he wrote for most of the afternoon.
After writing one by one, they were handed to him, who packed them up, sealed them with wax, and sent them out one by one.
Now, with the same expectation, he learned to write his own invitations.
While he was writing, Xun Qian was beside him; his eyes were on the paper for a while and on Qi Xiaoyu’s face for a while. He watched Qi Xiaoyu finish one, spread it on his left hand, wait for the ink to dry, and continue to write the next one.
He felt that Qi Xiaoyu would be tired after writing like this, and it would take at least seven or eight minutes to write one, but he couldn’t bear to interrupt him. This kind of Qi Xiaoyu really made his heart tremble.
****
On May 19, in late spring and early summer, the eve of the wedding finally arrived.
Qi Xiaoyu only arranged a half-day of filming that day, and there wasn’t any of his scene. He was a little excited and was afraid that he wouldn’t perform well in the filming, so he arranged other scenes.
The scene was mainly shot during the time when the Red Moon Troupe first arrived in Beijing. The two senior brothers went on stage, and he followed behind them, doing odd jobs, learning how to act, and how to survive in the theater.
Although it was a bit hard, it was a very happy time in his memory. They arrived in Beijing, had a reputation, and had a fixed residence. Although their status was humble, they were well fed and well dressed, and the entire troupe was fully staffed.
It would be great if they could all come to his wedding, Qi Xiaoyu thought while filming.
Everyone on the set knew that Qi Xiaoyu had something important to do tomorrow, so they all performed their best on that day, basically passing in one take, and there were no more than five NGs.
The entire filming was completed more than an hour earlier than Qi Xiaoyu had expected, and by the time it was wrapped up, it was still bright outside.
Yu Xiaosheng, Li Kun, and Momo came to pick him up, and the entire crew congratulated him and celebrated with him first.
After the celebration, Yu Xiaosheng and the others were beaming with joy. They surrounded Qi Xiaoyu, sent him to the nanny car away from the media, and asked him where he was going next.
There were a lot of people looking for Qi Xiaoyu today. Jiang Sicheng, who was eager to join in the fun, asked him if he needed help. “I have a lot of experience. If you have any questions, just ask me. I can answer them all. By the way, do you have premarital phobia? I can take you to see a psychological counselor. It’s very useful.”
Gu Meiling and Lu Tongtong also came to find him. “Are you going to have a bachelor party? Judging by Third Master personality, this might be your last chance to be unrestrained.”
There were also many media who surrounded the crew, waiting to interview Qi Xiaoyu. They wanted to ask him many questions, such as his feelings before marriage, the distribution of property after marriage, and the very elegant handwritten invitation with a brush. Did he write it himself?
It’s not that Qi Xiaoyu didn’t want to cooperate with the media interview, but they were too interested in his private life. Every time they caught him, they wanted to ask him about his and Xun Qian’s relationship.
Now that they were going to have a wedding, the media was even more excited.
Qi Xiaoyu finally managed to bypass the media and get into the car. He breathed a sigh of relief before answering Yu Xiaosheng’s question, “Let’s go to Weihao Hotel.”
He and Xun Qian were going to stay apart for one night.
This morning, Qi Xiaoyu lay on Xun Qian and made a 1 with his index finger, “It’s so fast, only one day left.”
Then he jumped off the bed. “I can’t go home and sleep with you tonight.”
Xun Qian, “?? Why?”
“Rules.”
Xun Qian had told him about a Chinese wedding before, and he was actually a little moved. Following the ancient tradition, being together with the blessings and affirmation of the elders, just like what he heard from his senior sister, would be very fulfilling.
But now that neither of them has elders who can attend, some other ceremonies are still necessary.
Qi Xiaoyu, “I want to go to church separately from you… Before marriage, others don’t live together. Besides, the bride and groom also can’t see each other in advance.”
“Oh.” Xun Qian supported his chin, sat on the bed with a smile, and put his arm around his waist. “But we have been sleeping in the same bed for so many days; how can we compare with others?”
Qi Xiaoyu smiled and pushed him away, “No, I still have to stay at Weihao Hotel.”
Xun Qian rubbed Qi Xiaoyu’s waist with his head. Qi Xiaoyu smiled but didn’t relent.
Seeing that he couldn’t persuade Qi Xiaoyu, Xun Qian could only express his deep regret. If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have prepared a room at Weihao Hotel. The night before the wedding, with so many things on his mind, he couldn’t spend it in love.
****
After Qi Xiaoyu arrived at Weihao Hotel, there were still many things to do.
Even though they had spent considerable time planning, they seemed overwhelmed by the wedding itself. A significant amount of work still needed to be completed.
The clothes had to be tried one last time, and the process had to be confirmed again. After finishing all these, he had a drink with Gu Meiling, Lu Tongtong, and Jiang Sicheng downstairs in the hotel to celebrate his nominal single night.
Time had slipped away unnoticed, and it was nearly midnight.
Usually at this time, Qi Xiaoyu would go to bed early, but today he didn’t feel sleepy but a little excited.
He looked at his phone again. His fans, friends, colleagues, and people he knew or had met once all gave him many blessings.
Outside, the stars were shining, and the decorated lights were glittering and overflowing with colors.
He couldn’t sleep, and neither could Xun Qian.
The two of them video chatted, and the screen reflected two smiling faces.
Xun Qian’s voice was hoarse, and it was even more seductive across the screen. “Baby, are you nervous?”
Qi Xiaoyu smiled. They saw each other every day, but after just one day of not seeing each other, he really missed him. “Yeah, a little. How about you?”
“The same goes for me… have you been drinking?”
“A little bit, just downstairs.”
“That’s the reason why you’re not staying at home?”
“Yeah. How about it?”
…
After chatting for a while, Qi Xiaoyu heard some rustling noises and asked, “Is White-browed Hero also not asleep?”
“Yes, by my bed, secretly listening to our chat.”
Xun Qian patted the side of the bed, then turned the camera around. The camera showed White-browed Hero’s dark face decorated with two white eyebrows. “He seems a little nervous too.”
“Hahaha, what is he nervous about?”
“Today, when I made him try on clothes, he was a little dazed and almost tore up the clothes. Uncle Cheng said it was because he was nervous.”
“Hahaha, is that so? Are you sure it’s not because he has gained weight again?”
The two of them didn’t meet or stay together, but they both had the same enthusiasm and looked forward to the wedding ceremony tomorrow.
Then while the video was on, Xun Qian’s voice lingered in his ears, and the alcohol mixed with sleepiness finally came slowly.
The night before the wedding, Qi Xiaoyu had many dreams. In the dream, there was the wedding the next day, Xun Qian and the guests in the hall.
The dream also included life in the former theater troupe, followed by the scene he was filming today, and the content in the latter part where he had just turned eighteen and ended his third stage performance.
The reputation of the troupe grew, even threatening the status of Chunxiyuan, the largest local troupe in Beijing.
That was a happy memory, and also the end of the happy memory. Later, many accidents happened to the troupe, and it began to drift with the times. Several senior brothers left one after another, followed by the exile and dispersion of many more, which made him feel uncomfortable and at a loss in his dreams.
But fortunately, at the end of the dream, he returned to the wedding.
The church was bathed in a warm, romantic glow. As the music began, Xun Qian turned to him, a smile gracing his lips as he held up the ring.
On the other side, his master, senior sister, and the senior brothers stood in several rows and waved to him. Young and healthy, they exuded a sense of hope for the future, their faces shining with anticipation.
They spoke to him in voices of relief, seriousness, joy, or tenderness, saying happy wedding, saying that Xiaoyu had finally grown up, wishing him peace and prosperity, wishing him happiness and well-being, and wishing him a long life with no worries.
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The author has something to say: The main text is officially finished. Thank you for your continued support; thank you very much.
There are two parts of the extra.
The first part is the Republic of China, which was promised before, about an actor and warlord.
The second part will be transmigrated back, about being crowned the best actor and some daily life after marriage.
Hua: Thank you for reading and please support the author if you can. I will starting posting the extra chapters soon. ( •̀ ω •́ )y
