Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Ding Ling Ling Ling.

Yang Rui rang the bell and rode his bicycle slowly along the main street.

Wang Guohua was his best man, also wearing a suit, riding a bicycle, and a few other classmates, following behind.

In 1990, the most intimate way to meet the people was bicycles.

Of course, cars can also be found in the capital, but ordinary families don't particularly pursue them. If there is one, it is excellent, and it is fine if there is none.

For Yang Rui and Jing Yulan, they have passed the state of pursuing cars.

The wedding mode full of age feels more interesting.

Yang Rui didn't ride fast, he had to accumulate physical strength.

Wang Guohua and the others also rode comfortably, and behind them, the police car responsible for clearing the road and breaking off had to slow down.

Coupled with the cars taken by the relatives and friends, and the uninvited cars from various units, the entire fleet still pulled out a long queue.

"Thanks."

"Thank you."

Before the crossroads, Yang Rui and the welcoming group thanked the traffic police on duty.

Nowadays, there are not many places where traffic lights are used. Most of the intersections are like this, and traffic police use hand gestures to direct traffic.

For a wedding convoy with police cars clearing the way, it is relatively easy to guarantee passage.

Yang Ruichun controlled the bicycle with his legs, and bowed his hands to the stopped motorcades. Whether they could see it or not, even if they thanked it.

A few kilometers long route is just around the corner.

The young man guarding the intersection of Jingzhai, the moment he saw Yang Rui, immediately lit the firecrackers.

The Magpie’s 10,000-ring firecrackers are picked up with a long pole. They come in six colors: red, purple, blue, green, yellow, and pink.

The sound of the firecrackers is not like the "electric light flint" firecrackers of later generations. Due to the traditional craftsmanship, the twist is long and slow. Therefore, the sound of the firecrackers is "pop, pop, pop, pop, pop", with clear clarity. The sense of rhythm, one after another ignited scenes can emerge in people's minds.

The 10,000-ring firecrackers were put on for a few minutes, until Yang Rui and the others entered the Jing's house, the firecrackers inside sounded, and the firecrackers outside stopped, but it was a good time.

In the congratulations of friends and relatives, Yang Rui ate ten eggs in one breath—according to tradition, this is the food for the groom for the whole day. If they are married from a long distance, the protein consumed will be supplemented by them.

Mother Jing watched Yang Rui gobbled it, she was happy for no reason, and said, "Eat slowly, it's best to finish it. If you can't finish it, just take a bite."

Yang Rui chuckled and swallowed it all by virtue of his perennial bench press combat power.

Then, I saw the bride.

If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as normal. The neck extension show item, the quality is exposed...

"Bride, let's go!" Yang Rui laughed, like a mountain king, picked up the bride and got on the bicycle.

Nowadays, we don't pay attention to the examination of son-in-law and block the boudoir. All the difficulties are concentrated in the part of the bridal chamber, but who dares to make trouble in the bridal chamber of Yang Rui.

In Jing Yulan's low exclamation, Yang Rui put her on the back seat of... the bicycle, and she floated up with a kick.

Sitting quietly in the back seat of the slightly modified bicycle, the wide back seat is not comfortable or uncomfortable, but Jing Yulan couldn't help but laughed, gently hugged Yang Rui's waist, half-length leaning on him. With his back and feet slightly raised, I only feel that the morning wind is good, and the pedestrians are also kind.

Even the police car with double flashes 100 meters away has become less glaring.

Yang Rui was riding a bicycle, humming a song, carrying Jing Yulan in the back seat, passing a dozen courtyards where he put tea, passing a dozen courtyards where he put red sandalwood, passing a dozen courtyards where he put Huanghuali, passing A dozen courtyard houses with calligraphy and painting, and a dozen courtyard houses with porcelain...

These yards are also the most frequented by Yang Rui because of their close distance. The remaining hundreds, especially the yards bought later, are inconvenient to go. They are often used to store durable goods, such as ancient books, ancient coins, Hetian seed materials, and emeralds. Original stone, Shoushan stone, ancient inkstone, ancient ink, porcelain and pottery, bronze, bronze, silver and other metal antiques...

The wedding was held at the entrance of the hutong.

A few tables of relatives and friends, a few tables of friends and colleagues, set up a banquet at the entrance of the alley near their home, eat meat first, drink wine, wipe their mouths and leave. This is the most characteristic wedding in the late 1980s and early 1990s.

Of course, group weddings are the most fashionable now, but they are not suitable for Professor Yang.

At the entrance of the hutong of the Yang family, with Shichahai as its back, the clear water is very beautiful.

The nearby residents came out curiously to look around, but most of them went to work on time.

Yang Rui did not deliberately choose the weekend, which is why there are very few guests at the banquet.

He bought all the courtyard houses that were closest to the lake. At this time, he opened up, removed one of the courtyard walls, and held a banquet in the courtyard, which was quiet and restrained.

The relatives of Jingyang's family sat scattered in there, waiting for the chefs of Yu Jiaban to serve the dishes.

"Eat and drink well."

"Bad greetings."

"It's all your own, don't be polite."

Yang Rui stood at the door to greet people, and soon arranged for the guest.

Jing Yulan escorted to the side, smiling on her face, and whispered in her mouth: "There are many people on your side who haven't been invited, is it really okay? Some pharmaceutical companies have found my home."

"It's okay. We will invite relatives, classmates, current colleagues and neighbors to small gatherings without receiving gifts. Others are too embarrassed to squeeze in to eat and drink for nothing." Yang Rui said to the camera that just turned to recruit. Beckoned, and smiled again; "Whether it is our wedding today, just do whatever you want, don't worry about what others think."

Jing Yulan pursed her lips and laughed: "You are not afraid to offend others."

"There is nothing wrong with doing things, besides, we are also famous as teachers." Yang Rui said and looked at the watch, and let the waiters start serving dishes.

Sting skin, chicken feet, songhua egg, braised beef...

Starting from the cold cuts, the banquet followed the simple style.

The dishes can only be said to be quite satisfactory even by the standards of the early 1990s.

Fortunately, the chefs of Yu Jiaban have amazing craftsmanship, and they are shocked to make the ingredients work hard.

The banquet starts at noon and eats until the evening.

Those who don't drink, just sit in the yard next door to drink tea, and those who like boxing will fight in the dark.

"Huh, look aside."

At some unknown time, someone suddenly discovered that TV sets were moved out all around the yard.

The sound of the TV connected to the stereo easily overwhelmed the human voice.

"News broadcast."

"Well, it's today."

"It's seven o'clock?"

On the TV, the dignified and solemn announcer, after two consecutive news, changed his tone to a relaxed tone: "Now insert a text message."

"my country's famous scientist Yang Rui got married at noon today."

"Professor Yang Rui is the first Chinese Nobel Prize winner, the inventor of the cutting-edge technology PCR in biology, and the father of cloned sheep who shocked the world..."

"Professor Yang Rui's wedding was congratulated by governments and NGOs from many countries..."

"Qiao Gong wrote congratulatory messages for Mr. Yang Rui and Ms. Jing Yulan..."

"We hereby congratulate Mr. Yang Rui and Ms. Jing Yulan on their happy wedding, and grow old together..."

"The following is the wedding scene."

The images in the studio were switched, and the scenes during the day were seen, and one section was selected into the news network.

"Oh, this is me."

"There is me, and there is me."

"News simulcast, are we all on the simulcast?"

Whether it's drunk or not, relatives and friends all crowded in front of the TV, wanting to call everyone they know: I'm on TV!

"After the ceremony is over ~www.readwn.com~ there will be a videotape for the whole wedding." The service staff softly explained to everyone in accordance with the requirements of the training.

Everyone nodded and looked forward to Yang Rui's wedding record.

Yang Rui and Jing Yulan smiled at each other.

...

capital Airport.

Xu Anqing and his wife Xiaohui, holding hands, waited for boarding.

They will depart from the capital and take the opportunity to spend their honeymoon in Paris, France.

Xu Anqing deliberately chose Yang Rui to go to the capital at the time of marriage, which also meant to be comparative.

After all, according to domestic standards, the grandeur of his wedding could not be surpassed for at least a few years.

Xu Anqing is willing to learn about the process of Yang Rui's wedding.

"Excuse me, amplify the sound of the TV." Qingyue's female voice sounded in front.

"Hey, this girl seems to belong to the Tsinghua International Liaison Department." Xu Anqing recognized Xiao Baiya's back at a glance.

Xiaohui asked: "You know?"

"Not very familiar, quite powerful..." Xu Anqing's voice was obscured by the louder and louder TV sound.

In the waiting room, the announcer's voice was extremely clear:

"Professor Yang Rui is the first Chinese Nobel Prize winner, the inventor of the cutting-edge technology PCR in biology, and the father of cloned sheep who shocked the world..."

Xu Anqing raised his head in disbelief, and looked at the TV stupidly.

The slim little white tooth also watched the TV intently, with a proud smile on his face, but his eyes were a little fuzzy.

The bride on the bicycle, Yang Rui's smile, and the announcement of boarding were superimposed.

Xiao Baifang dragged the suitcase and walked towards the boarding gate.

The sun was shining brightly on the TV screen and the red flag was fluttering.

It seemed to freeze on Yang Rui's smile.

It looks good for an entire era.

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