Today is Monday, and the civil affairs office is crowded with many people registering for marriage.
Tang Wanjun, holding Qing Er's hand, felt the wait was worth it even though it was a bit long.
At noon, the couple got their marriage certificate, which cost nine yuan, and they could hardly contain their excitement.
Qing Er, in particular, suddenly became like a child, giggling and jumping around Tang Wanjun, unable to stop.
It seemed as if she was the one who got a great deal, rather than Tang Wanjun marrying the woman he loved.
The two strolled along the bustling streets, and pedestrians rushed by. Qing Er wished she could shout out loud that she was married.
Married to the man she loved.
Suddenly, she spotted a jewelry stall on the side of the road and impulsively pulled Tang Wanjun over to take a look.
The street vendor was a young girl, around eleven or twelve, who eagerly smiled and greeted them when she saw potential customers.