travel starts with photography

Zhou Peng was very busy this morning.

Although there had been yesterday's rehearsal and several days of preparation, when it came to today, the official wedding day, he still felt that no preparation was enough and he confirmed again and again the things that would be used later.

At the same time, he also has to take care of the brothers who come to help in the morning.

People came to help with good intentions, and the problem of breakfast also had to be solved, so we temporarily found a mutton soup restaurant and invited everyone to have breakfast.

Chen Xing ate quickly and felt that the steaming room was too stuffy, so he went out to get some fresh air with his hands in his pockets... The weather in October began to drop sharply, and the morning was full of coolness.

The weather in Sichuan Province is like this. There is almost no transition between spring and autumn. You can wear short sleeves for a month in spring, and a single piece of clothing can last for a whole season in autumn.

In Sichuan Province, at least in the eastern part of Sichuan, there are basically none.

October is in the process of changing temperature. Maybe it was sunny yesterday, but it rained the next morning, so you have to wear a sweater and jacket the whole day.

Then on the third day it stopped raining and the sun continued to come out, so it was time to wear short sleeves again. This cycle repeated itself until winter really arrived.

The weather is nice today, with no rain, but the streets were already chilly at six in the morning.

Looking at the Beetles lined up on the street and decorated with flowers by the wedding staff, Chen Xing suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

So he leaned against the restaurant door and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Time flies so fast, it seems like yesterday I was still working in a factory in Guangdong, and the joy of getting the system had not yet dissipated, but the next day, Zhou Peng was getting married.

And my marriage is coming soon.

Few people choose to get married in France. In a place that yearns for freedom, marriage does not bring more stable love to couples, but an annoying constraint.

Therefore, many French people never get married until they die.

Chen Xing could have done that, but he wanted to give Hedwig a legitimate status. It was hard to tell why he had this idea. It could be that the scumbag really wanted to change his ways, or that Hedwig's life experience made him feel indebted.

The sky turns pale and the stars fade away.

He threw away his cigarette and when he turned around he saw the photographer hiding in the distance. He was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Why are you pointing at me to take pictures instead of taking pictures of the groom?"

"I can't help it, I can't help it...Brother Chen, I think the photos I took just now are really good. Can we add each other as friends? Can you give me some advice later?"

"I'll add you to a photography group later. There are many photographers from Chengdu in it."

"Oh, okay, thank you Brother Chen!"

Zhou Peng looked at his watch and came out. Seeing Chen Xing outside, he asked, "Have they arranged the car? We are leaving soon. My mother is already urging us to leave."

"It should be fine. Let's go over and ask."

In fact, others had already arranged it, and were just waiting for Zhou Peng to come over to check it out, and then mix in a few red envelopes. Chen Xing handed the backpack containing the red envelopes to Duan Fei, who came over with a smile on his face and gave two to each person.

Chen Xing said, "Just keep an eye on it. There will be many more places to use it later."

Not only do they need to give out a lot of red envelopes when picking up the bride, but they are also indispensable at the wedding and should be given out at any time.

"I'm watching, don't worry."

When the motorcade set out, Chen Xing wanted to be in the same car with the photographer to see how good he was, but Zhou Peng pulled him to the third car.

"You don't need to worry about this today. Please hold the bouquet for me."

"Give it to Ye Zhiqiang."

There are three groomsmen today, all of whom are Zhou Peng's classmates, Chen Xing, Duan Fei, and Ye Zhiqiang. Zhou Peng was much more popular than Chen Xing when he was in school, and the classmates who came today alone could fill several tables.

"I want you to be my bag-carrying brother, but you gave the bag to Duan Fei, and now you're giving the bouquet to Ye Zhiqiang. What are you going to do? You're more handsome than me even when you're standing. That won't do. You have to carry it."

Zhou Peng stuffed the flowers into Chen Xing's arms and hurriedly got on the first car. Speaking of which, Chen Xing never knew that there were convertibles for cars like the Beetle. Now that the convertible is open, the Beetle looks more advanced.

The vehicle set off, facing the rising sun.

Chen Xing stood up and looked back, found the photographer's car, then sat down and held the bouquet high in his hands... He had a good composition in mind, and the props were also given, so it all depended on whether he could cut out this composition later.

When picking up the bride, the motorcade did not do anything fancy and went straight to Qin Xinlei's home.

When entering the community, the security guard refused to open the door. Duan Fei went down and gave him cigarettes and red envelopes. He finally coaxed the security guard into opening the door. When he came back, he was already sweating profusely.

"Forget about being greedy, they're just slacking off on the money when they see they're getting married."

The driver smiled and said, "Actually, you only need to give one or two, or a pack of cigarettes, and they won't stop you for long. They're just here to celebrate."

When they arrived downstairs in the community, Zhou Peng and a few groomsmen were the first to enter the elevator. Of course, the photographer followed them in. He probably wanted to show off, as he was out of breath after just a few steps.

The elevator opened, and there was a "囍" character pasted on the wall outside, with a red rope leading to the door of the bride's house.

The first security door is particularly easy to open. Just say a few nice words. After all, there is no way to stuff red envelopes here, so the people inside the door will have less fun resisting.

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Then to the second checkpoint, Qin Xinlei's bedroom door.

This is where the trouble comes in. Zhou Peng and a few of his brothers are clinging to the wall, waiting for the door to open a crack so they can go in at any time. But the people inside are not pushovers either. They asked Zhou Peng to answer a lot of questions. In the end, Duan Fei was smart enough to speak when the people inside asked for a big red envelope.

"The gap in the door is too narrow. It's easy to throw one or two pieces, but I can't give you a big one."

Chen Xing also said: "Yes, open the door a little and we will squeeze it in for you."

While she was hesitating, someone who was watching the fun came to help: "Those of you inside should also pay attention to the time, so as not to delay the auspicious time for the bride to go out."

As soon as these words were spoken, a crack was indeed opened from the inside.

Several people glanced at each other. Why give a red envelope? Just rush in. There are so many plots to come. How can we waste time at the door?

So they all pushed together and the girls in the room screamed and blocked the door, but it was of no use.

Qin Xinlei was wearing a wedding dress and smiled foolishly at Zhou Peng who came into the room.

On the wedding day, the bride and groom are the two people who least want to do anything fancy. They just want to have a good wedding. The so-called shows are all thought up by others for outsiders to see.

"Hurry and find your shoes!"

Everyone scattered and began to rummage through bedside tables, tables, and wardrobes, trying to find the shoes hidden by the woman.

There are many different opinions about the origin of the custom of hiding shoes at weddings, but in the final analysis, it comes from a very beautiful story "Cinderella's Crystal Shoes".

This story is actually widely circulated not only in China, but also in other countries. The habit of hiding shoes exists in cultures all over the world and has become a folk custom in many places.

In fact, it is also to let the groom know that the bride is hard-earned and he should cherish her in the future.

Instead of letting Chen Xing use his beauty to trap him, Duan Fei cleverly set his eyes on the handbag that the bridesmaid was always carrying and got the wedding shoes.

I don’t know if it was because of this reason, but in the subsequent shows, Duan Fei was always targeted by several bridesmaids, and he was the one who drank the unknown drink that Zhou Peng drew.

Chen Xing sniffed secretly and thought it was sour and tasteless, but he only smelled alcohol and cola. There shouldn't be anything strange added, just various kinds of alcohol mixed together.

Duan Fei was the main person who resisted drinking at the wedding. He was least afraid of drinking. He drank the glass of unknown mixture without any expression on his face.

After going through many difficulties, Zhou Peng carried Qin Xinlei downstairs and got into the main wedding car.

The bride's relatives also boarded the open-top Beetles, and then the real wedding car parade began. The route had been planned long ago to ensure that there would be no traffic jams and to avoid red lights. (End of this chapter)