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Chapter 317 Youth and Love, Never Grow Old
At around 11 o'clock, the wedding officially began.

Naturally, the entire scene was not as grand and standardized as in later generations, and even the emcee was temporarily appointed by Zhu Shimao.

"Wow! I didn't expect that the witness for Sister Gong Xi and the others' wedding would be... would be..."

Zhang Yu gasped when he saw Li Yaotang and Wan Jiabao sitting firmly on the stage.

"Didn't Sister Gong Xi talk about this before?"

Zhao Jing said: "Teacher Fang is not only the last disciple of Master Mao, but also studied with Master Ba and Master Cao for a period of time."

Zhang Yu nodded blankly and looked around. Not to mention the film industry, just in the literary world, he saw big names like Ding Ling, Zhang Guangnian, Feng Mu, Wang Meng, Xiao Qian, etc. Is this the Peach Banquet today? How come all the gods and Buddhas have come!
When Wan Jiabao and Li Yaotang finished their wedding speeches in turn, the two men respectfully escorted them off the stage.

Accompanied by applause, Fang Yan and Gong Xing began to act like tools, obeying Zhu Shimao's orders.

If you want to offer tea, offer tea. If you want to change your words, change your words.

Yang Xia and Mr. Gong, as parents from both sides, spoke, especially Yang Xia, who wiped away tears when she got emotional.

Fangyan's eyes were filled with tears and he was extremely excited.

"Here, a handkerchief."

Gong Xing secretly put a handkerchief into his palm.

"Tired?"

Dialect wipes away tears.

"Fortunately."

Gong Xing opened his big watery eyes and said, "How did you come up with so many ideas?"

"Hey, if I can plan a stage as big as the Spring Festival Gala, then our wedding should be a piece of cake."

Fangyan blinked his right eye calmly.

Looking at the jade-like couple, Zhang Yu's eyes were full of envy: "Sister Gong Yu's wedding was really ceremonial."

Zhao Jing was filled with emotion. "Compared with Sister Gong Wei's wedding, mine was just a makeshift troupe. No, we didn't even have a stage for the makeshift troupe to perform." Her tone was filled with envy. "Look at how happy Sister Gong Wei is smiling."

Zhang Yu said: "I have made up my mind. When I get married in the future, I will also hold a wedding like Sister Gong Wei's."

Zhao Jing teased, "Then I guess you'll never get married in your lifetime."

"Quiet!"

Zhang Yu rolled his eyes, his cheeks puffed with anger, and then shifted his gaze to the front.

The two of them kept smiling from beginning to end, and put wedding rings on each other in full view of everyone.

Before that, Fang Yan said with deep affection:

"We first met in western Guangxi. At that time, ..."

"I never thought that I would meet the right person at the best age and spend the best time together."

"Hi~"

Tang Shengnan was amazed: "Teacher Fang is indeed Teacher Fang. Not only can she write beautiful love words, but she can also say them so romantically."

As he spoke, he looked around and realized that the atmosphere at the table was a little off. Qiu Peining just turned around slowly, her profile looking a little lonely, while Bai Ruoxue and Suzuki Yoko had strange expressions, with a hint of sadness mixed in with their joy.

"The most beautiful fairy tale I can imagine is walking through the four seasons with you, spring, summer, autumn and winter. I don't know how many seasons we will have in this life, but I know that from today on, every season of yours belongs to me."

"But because of your existence, I feel that the four seasons are like spring. With you around, I am the boy who is always happy."

Gong Xing opened his mouth, his body trembled slightly, and tears flowed quietly down his cheeks. He was so beautiful that it was bubbling!
Then, I heard him utter the last sentence.

"May we, 'Youth and Love', never grow old!"

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, there was a wave of applause.

This scene reminded Ding Ling of the romantic and heart-wrenching love stories of the literati in the Republic of China. Wan Jiabao, Li Yaotang and others looked at each other and couldn't help but teasing: "If Xiao Fang was in the Republic of China, I wonder how many concubines he would have based on his talent and literary talent."

"What concubine? This is not the Republic of China!"

Ding Ling glared fiercely, then said to herself: "I hope Xiao Fang doesn't learn from Xu Zhimo..."

In the sight, it was Gong Xing's turn to put the ring on Fang Yan's finger. He choked up several times, and finally calmed down his excitement:

"Before I met you, I never thought about getting married. After I met you, I never thought about getting married to anyone else."

"This idea came to me on that day, the day you sent me the poem."

In just a few words, they briefly but emotionally recalled the beautiful memories of their love, especially the poem.

"Before you appeared, my life was peaceful, I walked with dignity and confidence, and I could always predict the future. Now I am confused and timid..."

"Wow! Teacher Fang also wrote a love poem!"

Tang Shengnan's eyes sparkled, but her tone was filled with regret as she said, "Oh no! I didn't bring any paper or pen!"

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

Su Ya quickly took out her pen and wrote it down in the booklet, wishing she could publish it in the Yanjing school newspaper right away.

After the ring-wearing session was over, Fang Yan, who was outside the venue, seized the opportunity and pressed the switch of the loudspeaker recorder.

The tape was spinning, playing Teresa Teng's "Sweet Honey":
"Sweet, your smile is so sweet, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze~"

"Where, where have I seen you before? Your smile is so familiar, but I can't remember it for the moment."

"Ah, in a dream~"

The spring dream disappeared without a trace, and the gunfire continued all night.

There didn’t seem to be anything different about being married, except that the bedding was changed to bright red and there were wedding photos on the wall.

I added some festive decorations given by friends to the house, and also, my waist feels a little tired.

Fangyan slept until noon the next day before waking up slowly.

Just in time for lunch, Gong Xing cooked herself and prepared the first meal after becoming a wife, fried noodles with soybean paste.

He put the dishes on the table with a strange look of satisfaction on his face, his face flushed, and a hint of joy in the corners of his eyes that could not be concealed.

"Don't look at it, just eat it."

"How do you say 'husband' in Shanghai dialect?"

"Bah! Didn't I tell you last night?"

Gong Yu spat, his voice slightly hoarse.

Fang Yan pretended to be enlightened and slapped his forehead: "Yes, yes, yes, 'Lao Gong', right?"

Gong Xing slapped him in annoyance and said, "Eat quickly. Don't forget that we still have to go to CCTV tonight to participate in the final round of Spring Festival Gala review."

"How come this happened the day after such a great wedding?"

Fangyan half-jokingly said, "No! No! Let's just not go and have a good honeymoon."

"Honeymoon?"

Gong Xing didn't understand the meaning of this new word, but when he explained it to himself, his cheeks blushed slightly: "I'll find another opportunity later."

Then she pushed the sauce in front of him and said, "I have to go. I'm the hostess of the Spring Festival Gala, and I also have to host two singing programs. How can I be absent? Otherwise, you stay at home. I'll go to the station to ask for leave for you and explain to Director Huang and Director Deng."

"If you go, of course I will follow you."

Fangyan said playfully: "I have to protect this beautiful wife I just married."

Gong Xing chuckled, "You're just being rude, um..."

(End of this chapter)