Chapter 1969 - 1949:

Chapter 1969: Chapter 1949:

Qhianqhian scribbled down two pages cheerfully and closed them: "Don’t peek, just put them away." Qhianqhian chuckled without explaining.

Mo raised an eyebrow and put the things away without arguing, "But your notes are a bit unstable. You haven’t been learning for long, right?"

Qhianqhian looked at Mo awkwardly, "Can I tell you I just looked at the sheet music twice earlier? I usually play with the sheet in front of me, today is a bit hard to get used to without it..."

"Usually? When did you practice? I never heard anything," Mo asked with a bit of surprise.

"When I practice, I only practice fingering, not playing it loudly..." Qhianqhian pouted. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be disturbing others? What if someone came after me and gave me a beating, how could I explain myself then? Why would I deserve a beating for practicing?

It reminded her of her teacher’s old teachings.

’There’s nothing wrong with you. Why do people pick on you instead of Zhang San or Li Si? Check for your own flaws!’

’Flies don’t land on a flawless egg. It takes two hands to clap.’

The very thought was infuriating, good thing it didn’t occur when she was in one of her fits, otherwise she’d have flipped the lid and checked if this person’s brain wasn’t full of mush!

"No wonder," Mo finally smiled, "But now you’re a cultivator, not just an ordinary young lady, so it doesn’t matter much. I’ll set up a soundproof barrier next time to teach you."

Qhianqhian nodded, touched: "Sure, sure, I’m afraid I’d scare people away..." Just like Fat Tiger’s singing and Shizuka’s violin causing havoc, isn’t it terrifying?

"Is it that exaggerated?" Mo laughed too, the two talked away, not caring about the strange looks from the people below.

An Hao was downstairs, stomping anxiously, "Sister Shiliu isn’t back yet. Who will take me upstairs, or bring the sister down?" His entire demeanor was filled with worry and anxiety, like an elder concerned whether their child could find a spouse or not.

But to others, it looked quite amusing.

The guests were mostly sitting at the tables in the Forget Worries Tea House, now the courtyard was filled only with familiar people, once the ceremony was witnessed, they could start their feast!

This was what interested Di Jun the most, eagerly looking forward to it. While beside him, Long Tu was clenching his fists, face still calm, only the slight trembling of his fists gave away something was wrong.

"You two, get down here quickly." He Wenyu returned to see the two still on the rooftop, his face turned dark instantly. Was this a case of standing high to see far? They were supposed to be responsible for other things instead of chatting idly up there?

He pointed up with hands on his hips, firmly said, "Hurry up, if you don’t come down now, I’ll come up and get you." He rolled his eyes for emphasis, as if he meant to climb up there at once.

Qhianqhian rolled her eyes unconsciously. What team was this? Throwing tantrums was her specialty, how did He Wenyu learn it?

But she still exchanged a glance and a smile with Mo, heading down the stairs.

He Wenyu became all gossipy, "I’m telling you, my eyes were just glued to you guys earlier, pairing up with the opposite gender looks so aesthetic! But... hmm, maybe you should swap instruments, usually it’s the woman playing the zither, rarely a flute, right?" He blinked, showing an ambiguous expression, lowered his voice to approach Qhianqhian, "If I wasn’t far away, I would’ve snapped a photo, such a beautiful scene, pleasing to the eye!"

The girl in red, so charming, standing against the wind, her dress fluttering, sound of a jade flute flying from somewhere.

The boy in black, drifting, leaning by the house, long hair flying, a guqin whence the sound comes.

Ah, beauty...

"Alright, stop with the quipping, what’s next?" Qhianqhian was a bit tired, her throat dry, and Mo conveniently handed her a cup of tea, she gratefully drank it, grinning broadly.

"What’s next? Obviously, it’s serving as a waiter now during the ceremony, placing the mats felt a bit hard, will they manage...?" He Wenyu asked nervously, even though it’s arranged this way, for Cong Ying, it might be quite regular, but for Lin Jiayou, he surely hasn’t gone through this...

Yet even nowadays, there’s a bowing ceremony to thank parents, some families simplify it to just a bow to avoid putting the children in awkward positions.

"After all, my mom isn’t... should kneel, right?" After all, being modern people, kneeling is somewhat daunting.

In her memory, she only knelt before her biological father’s tombstone, although... her real dad wasn’t dead, so it was a false kneel. Uh... there was also Luo Yanran’s farcical incident when she knelt, that was for survival...

Even though it ended up being a misunderstanding.

"Mom, do we really have to kneel later?" Qhianqhian suddenly ran to An Zilan, asking, "It feels a bit strange?"

"I also feel it’s strange, but Qin Wen said everything is already planned, any last-minute changes might be chaotic. Besides, Cong Ying is already our daughter-in-law, I can handle it..." An Zilan smiled bitterly, knowing it’s not about endurance or not, but rather about her and Lin Jiayou’s issues.

After all, to Lin Jiayou, she’s not significant, doesn’t hold much presence, since he went to college, encounters have dwindled. Though there’s been thoughts about mending relationship with Lin Jiayou, time spent together is too minimal, wasn’t adapted before he left...

So it’s not a lack of effort, just a case of aiming beyond abilities...

Soon, Lin Jiayou handed out the red envelopes to the onlookers, then walked in holding Cong Ying’s hand.

Qhianqhian also took a deep breath, from this moment, Cong Ying was her sister-in-law now.

As the two bowed to the heavens, Qhianqhian noticed they both knelt down without any hesitation, with a loud thud, it even made her feel the pain...

But regardless of the bowing towards the heavens or the parents, they acted in unison, heads to knees, knees to mats, sincerely.

Lin Jiayou said, "Father, mother."

Cong Ying said, "Father, mother."

"Good kids." Lin Xu embraced An Zilan, filled with satisfaction, this young boy, it’s all thanks to this family’s hard work over these busy days.

Lin Jiayou’s address of ’mom’ was sincere.

Even if not considering An Zilan’s efforts over the past days, simply for Qhianqhian, An Zilan deserved it.