331. Love of Firewood, Rice, Oil, Salt, Soy Sauce, Vinegar and Tea

"Xiao Chen, the bride is pretty."

Wang Zibo didn't dare to be Ximen Qing. He just felt that if a beautiful girl like the bride was in college, there would be too many boys pursuing her. In the end, he found such a target, and he felt so upset.

"She is indeed beautiful."

Chen Hansheng almost took out Shang Yanyan, the unit of measurement for "face value", but he gave up the idea when he thought that Wang Zibo was not familiar with Shang Yanyan.

"Zibo, if you pay attention, the genes of this village are all very good. Not to mention the young Shen Youchu and the bride, or even the young Xiao Aning, in fact, those young wives who have just been married for a few years are also very beautiful."

Wang Zibo had been holding the "top student" shelf just now, and now he took advantage of the excitement to look up and observe. Sure enough, the young women in the room were wearing hand-sewn cotton jackets, which were bulging and a bit rustic, but when he saw their faces, he wanted to spend money to buy them some new clothes to dress them up. .

In addition, judging from their wrists and necks, they are not fat, but their husbands always look silly.

The more Wang Zibo looked at her, the more he felt conflicted. He couldn't help but say, "The groom doesn't deserve the bride."

Men are sometimes strange. Although Wang Zibo felt that his friend was two-timing and holding on to Xiao Rongyu and Shen Youchu at the same time, this behavior was really too much.

If someone said to Wang Zibo, "Chen Hansheng is not loyal to love and is fickle. Don't be friends with him."

Wang Zibo would definitely think that this person is a fool.

If Wang Zibo was asked to be friends with this groom and told, "Although this groom is sloppy and has no ability, he is very loyal to love. Be friends with him."

Wang Zibo would definitely ignore it.

Hearing Wang Zibo's direct opinion of the newlyweds, Chen Hansheng frowned: "It's not up to you to decide whether they are a good match or not. Even if they are not suitable, there is no need to say it at their wedding."

"I'm just complaining to you."

Wang Zibo whispered: "You used to watch TV shows and wanted to marry the hosts because they were pretty. I attended the wedding and thought the bride was pretty. I don't think it's good to stick a fresh flower on cow dung."

"Okay, okay."

Chen Hansheng smiled and said: "Then you might as well stay. Shen Youchu has several cousins ​​who are not married yet. If they find a college student as their husband, they will be very happy."

"Why are you provoking me? It's not impossible."

Wang Zibo replied dissatisfiedly.

Chen Hansheng looked at Wang Zibo's angry face and said with a smile: "Let me guess what you think now. Do you think it's too bad to find Huang Hui? She's not very pretty, and she likes to spend money. We lived together before..."

"What nonsense, Sister Xiaohui is a college graduate. We have the same values, and we have topics to talk about. We are more happy mentally."

Wang Zibo would not admit that he had a little comparison in his mind just now, and Chen Hansheng caught it immediately.

"Awesome, shocked, and terrified."

Chen Hansheng first raised a thumbs up, then shook his head and said: "In fact, I always think that values ​​are too illusory, and I don't really understand the meaning."

They were chatting here, and the wedding was still going on there. It seems that the process of eating wedding wine is similar across the country. The host family is the busiest, and the people who come with the gifts eat and chat. Of course, relatives with particularly good relationships will still go to help.

For example, Shen Youchu and a few girls have taken the initiative to clean up the firecracker debris outside.

"What's so difficult about this? The literal meaning of three views is the same world view, value view and life view. Only in this way can couples live together for a lifetime."

Wang Zibo continued the previous topic, and it was rare to find something that Chen Hansheng didn't understand.

Chen Hansheng thought for a while: "I still think the term "three views" is too Westernized and too frivolous. In my eyes, Old Chen and Queen Mother Liang have a good life. They are ordinary people with daily necessities. According to your statement, Old Chen and Queen Mother Liang's three views are almost not on the same line, but it does not affect their marriage and having children, raising me up, and growing old together."

"Zi Bo, we are all ordinary people."

Chen Hansheng stomped his feet heavily, shaking the dust on the ground: "You can be upright, you can be cunning and insidious, you can be an honest young man, and you can say nothing truth, but you must not be frivolous. People who are frivolous are deceiving themselves."

"Huang Hui is like this, the most boring."

"Don't always use her as an example."

Wang Zibo was listening very insightfully and said unhappily.

"I can't help it. She's the most pretentious person around me, and she's your girlfriend."

Chen Hansheng smiled and said, "If you really don't understand, think about your parents' lives. When we were in elementary school in the winter, it was so cold outside that ice chips fell off. Uncle Wang and Aunt Lu went to the street to sell pickles. Why don't you ask the 'Three Views Heroine' Huang Hui to come over and try?"

"Tui."

Chen Hansheng ended the conversation with a disdainful tone, picked up the bowl and poured it full of wine.

Wang Zibo asked, "What are you going to do?"

Chen Hansheng raised his chin and said, "The groom's brother is being forced to drink. I'll go and stop him from drinking."

Wang Zibo looked up. The silly groom was drunk and his face was red. The collar of his cheap suit was soaked. His steps were shaky and he looked like he couldn't hold on.

"Forget it. You don't know him. Why do you want to help him?"

Wang Zibo dissuaded him.

"This is the difference between you and me."

Chen Hansheng patted Wang Zibo on the head: "You are humble when you should be arrogant, respect your status when you should be happy and casual, stand aside when you should help, and be soft-hearted when you should be cold and ruthless."

"Fuck!"

Wang Zibo was unhappy with what he said, picked up the bowl and poured out half a bowl, but was stopped by Chen Hansheng.

"You are not allowed to drink. This chicken wine has a strong aftertaste. I think I will get drunk."

Chen Hansheng poured the half bowl of wine that Wang Zibo had just poured into his own bowl: "I weigh more than 100 kilograms. Shen Youchu and the little girl can't move it. You have to help me go back."

After Chen Hansheng finished speaking, he walked directly into the crowd with a bowl of wine, pushed away several relatives who were besieging the groom, and said loudly: "Who bullies my groom brother? Don't bully the minority with the majority. Come on, let's drink two bowls first."

"College brother."

The groom was young and was blocked in the corner to drink. When he saw someone speak up to defend him, it was the young brother who helped him in the morning. He was so moved that he almost cried.

Chen Hansheng's voice was very loud, and everyone inside and outside the house heard it. Shen Youchu, who was sweeping the floor, also straightened up and found that Chen Hansheng was drinking with other relatives.

"Good!"

Chen Hansheng drank the wine in one breath amid the applause of his relatives, and proudly turned the bottom of the bowl over to show that not a drop of wine had fallen.

Shen Youchu looked at it, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared on her face. The precious winter sun sprinkled a few rays at noon. The little dog that had been bullied by Chen Hansheng had wandered here without knowing when, wagging its tail and running and jumping...

Wang Zibo took in all these scenes and suddenly sighed: "I want to be a scumbag too."

He muttered while preparing to pour some wine to drink, but a little hand stretched out from the side to stop him.

Little Aning.

She pouted and said, "Brother just said that you are not allowed to drink."

"Even a little kid like you cares about me."

Wang Zibo was fierce to little Aning, but Aning was not afraid of him. Wang Zibo could only carry little Aning to the stool in frustration.

"What do you want to eat? Your brother is not doing his job and drinking with others. Brother Zi Bo will feed you."