The sound of the suona made my eardrums hurt.
I was nestled in the sedan chair, with my hands tied behind my back by hemp ropes, a piece of red cloth stuffed in my mouth, and my eyes covered with a hijab, so I couldn't see anything. The jolting of the sedan chair made my stomach churn. If I hadn't eaten in the morning, I would have vomited all over the sedan chair by now.
Some people were laughing, some were crying, and some were throwing copper coins outside. It was as lively as a market.
But I know this is a fucking funeral.
I'm here to celebrate for Shen Qiutang.
Three days ago, the news that Miss Shen Qiutang's engagement was broken off by the Lin family came back to the house, and the entire Shen family was in a state of shock. The Lin family sent someone to tell them that their eldest son, Lin Yan, was seriously ill with tuberculosis. The doctor said that he could not survive this month and the engagement was broken off to prevent the young lady from becoming a widow.
The master of the Shen family turned his back at that time - he had accepted the betrothal gift and had all the connections, so you just want to back out?
As a result, the Lin family took a step back: the marriage does not need to be canceled, but people must be sent over in advance to celebrate the wedding, just in case it is done.
When Shen Qiutang heard that he was going to marry a tuberculosis man who was about to die, he cried and fainted on the spot. Mrs. Shen felt sorry for her daughter and came to see me overnight.
"Shen Yuan, you grew up in the Shen family. The lady treats you very well, so please do it for her."
For her this time.
I wanted to laugh. I was eating leftovers, wearing old clothes, I was the one who was beaten and scolded, I was the one who knelt in the ancestral hall, and now I even have to take my place in marriage.
