But it was different for my elder cousin, Song Yongyu; she was marrying an ordinary businessman, and no one meddled when they made a big fuss over the wedding. It was a great spectacle for everyone, and no one came to stop the festivities.
The following was a heap of ceremonial customs, which were honestly quite complex. Su Xiaowan's eyes went wide as she watched, and finally, when Wu Yuming arrived to fetch the bride, they heard a barrage of firecrackers in the yard. Everyone quickly gathered to block the door, forming layers both inside and outside—it was incredibly lively.
Through the window, Su Xiaowan could see the scene downstairs. Her elder cousin, Song Yongyu, sat on the bed, simultaneously anxious and shy.