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A young man immediately squeezed out of the crowd, trembling as he said, "It's Grandfather who said to let them."
"Let them bow to each other!" Liu Dezhou, who had been sitting quietly at the back of the crowd without speaking, stood up with his cane and said, "An Bingwen is marrying for the first time; how can it be considered a marriage without a bow? With so many relatives, friends, and elders here, how can we not bow? Let's do it! As Xiu Zhen just mentioned, the bride can simply bend slightly, and An Bingwen can kneel and bow by himself." After saying this, Liu Dezhou sat back down properly.
Qing Shusheng nodded, "Yes. Then let's bow!"
With Liu Dezhou's approval, Liu Xiuzhen immediately showed a proud expression, her face beaming with joy as she began to shout instructions to prepare for the bowing ceremony.
At this moment, the groom An Bingwen was finally invited out of the room.
Time flew by, and eight years passed in the blink of an eye.
In early spring March of 1986, the weather was still chilly. The morning mist floated like smoke; the cold air of early spring mixed with damp fog gently blew in, causing passersby on the road to shiver and wrap their coats tighter.
Last night had seen a spring rain. Liu Family Village at the foot of Wufeng Mountain was disturbed by birdsong and lazily awakened from its slumber like someone just opening their eyes. After a while, sounds of doors creaking open and indistinct low conversations gradually emerged from both near and far.
The top of Wufeng Mountain was shrouded in thin mist, with clouds swirling and rising.
On a small path leading to the foot of Wufeng Mountain, a six-year-old boy dressed lightly and with a delicate face was walking down towards the foot of the mountain while carrying a bamboo basket on his back.
The spring chill was biting, compounded by last night's gentle rain. The air in the mountains was exceptionally fresh but also carried an invasive coldness that penetrated to the bone. The ground was still wet, and tiny droplets of water were rolling off the newly sprouted grass on both sides of the road as well as from the leaves of crops in the fields.
The little boy tightened his clothes around him with his hands, hugging himself as he stepped forward into the chilly wind blowing down from the mountain top, his eyes slightly closed as he shivered.
The little boy's name is An Shaojie, the son of An Bingwen and Bai Cuifen from Liu Family Village.
He plans to go into the mountains to pick some mushrooms or spring bamboo shoots.
In the early spring pine forest, after a few rains, mushrooms sprouted like bamboo shoots after the rain, and spring bamboo shoots burst through the ground with a sound reminiscent of raindrops tapping against window panes at night.
At the end of a winding path, a little girl was walking slowly towards the direction of the little boy, holding onto a woman's arm as they came down a slope from the foot of the mountain.
The little girl is Qinglan, the daughter of Qing Shusheng and Liu Xiuzhen from the village, and the woman beside her is her mother, Liu Xiuzhen.
"Mother, do I look pretty?"
The little girl wore a pink cotton jacket with embroidered flowers and held a yellow wildflower in her hand. She tilted her head, squinted her eyes, and asked Liu Xiuzhen playfully.
The delicate tassels on her purple gold hat danced as she bounced along, and her bangs peeked out from under the brim, slightly tousled by the wind.
"You look beautiful," Liu Xiuzhen said as she gently stroked Qinglan's head and smiled at her affectionately.
Although Liu Xiuzhen was robust and strong-looking, she appeared gentle like a Jiangnan girl in front of Qinglan.
One arm was wrapped around Qinglan while the other carried a bamboo basket filled with fresh vegetables.
This morning, Liu Xiuzhen had gotten up early to take Qinglan out to pick vegetables from the garden at the foot of the mountain.
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