Jeonju is located 232 kilometers south of Seoul and is the location of the Jeonaugh North Doi government. It is not only the cultural and economic center of Jeonaugh North Doi, but also the famous rice production area in South Korea. It was once Jeonju, the capital of the latter Baekje and the birthplace of the Joseon Dynasty. There are still more than 800 Korean-style houses in the city. There are many famous places and historical sites around it, and the scenery is also very beautiful. With a long history and culture, Jeonaugh can touch the secluded feelings of people who think of the past as they walk.

Although Jeonju is a historical city in South Korea and its geographical location is quite superior because of the plains, in fact, Jeonju's industry.

The economy is not very developed.

However, compared with industry, Jeonju is more famous for its agriculture and tourism industries. When it comes to Jeonju, most Koreans will think of one thing, that is bibimbap. Just like the roast duck of BJ or the Goubili bun of TJ, Jeonju bibimbap is the most famous in South Korea. But what is interesting is that many Koreans who live in other cities come to Jeonju to eat Jeonju bibimbap, but Jeonju people don’t like bibimbap very much. I guess they are tired of it.

When I arrived in Jeonju, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was not so vicious in the afternoon in early May. I had just experienced a heavy rain, which made the air quite cool. There were not many high-rise buildings in the city. It may be because there were too many traditional buildings, and the urban construction was not very good. The buildings with three or four floors as the main body were paved, accounting for almost half of the area of ​​Jeonju. There were not many pedestrians on the street, but the common point was that in almost every pair of pedestrians, there must be one with a camera on his chest, occasionally stopping at a historical scenic spot or statue of a great man, taking a snap, and then passing by quickly. Li Qiu and Lee Hyori are also one of them.

The Hanok Village in Jeonju is located in the area east of the city center, with more than 800 traditional houses, showing the beauty of ancient architecture. Lee Qiu held a camera in his hand and left a commemoration for Lee Hyo-ri who was sitting on a bamboo mat in a Korean dress and decals yellow in front of the mirror.

"Korean Hok, Korean paper and Korean food" are the "three treasures" that Jeonju people regard as life. In their opinion, unswervingly inheriting and developing traditional culture is a reflection of national self-esteem and are proud of it. The Korean Hok, where the two are located, is said to be the aristocratic courtyard left by the Joseon Dynasty.

The "Chat Xiang Pavilion" of traditional tea ceremony, the "Shuo Liyuan" of teaching and educating traditional etiquette, and the "country school" of teaching and educating people. In just over an hour of browsing, the two of them have experienced traditional Korean folk songs, tea ceremony, dance, making kimchi and other skills.

"Sister is so beautiful in a Korean dress." Lee Qiu put down the camera and smiled at Lee Hyo-ri in a daze.

The groom's suit is not as complicated as the bride's suit. Li Qiu was waiting outside the house early on. When Lee Hyo-ri came out, he was shocked and subconsciously picked up the camera in his bag and took pictures.

Lee Hyori, who changed into traditional Korean wedding outfits, was absolutely beautiful. In the ancient green bamboo jade hairpin and the tied bun, two big red ribbons swayed along the hair, and the smooth bangs were placed in black silk bead curtains and hung neatly between his forehead, touching the drawn eyebrows, a pair of cut-out pupils, a slightly thin pink cheek, and a piece of bright red paper was attached to each of the cheekbones. The center of the full lips was bright red rouge, and a traditional bride's colorful uniform was worn, just like an ancient Korean beauties.

One day, my sister will put on such a dress, hold a man he doesn't know, and form a family, a family without him. Thinking of this, Li Qiu, who was in absent mind, didn't know how to describe this entanglement.

"Is that so? I like this outfit very much." Lee Hyori raised her wide sleeves to cover the lip gloss that made her uncomfortable, and looked at the mirror's eyes and paid attention to Lee Qiu who was responsible for taking photos from time to time.

As soon as she entered Jeonju City, Lee Hyo-ri drove her car to this famous Hanok Village. Time was tight, and although she was tired, she still pulled Li Qiu to play among the famous scenic spots in Jeonju.

The Li family is actually a very traditional family. As a big surname, Li's father could no longer find traces of his ancestors from his predecessors. However, after moving to the capital, during the traditional festivals every year, Li's father and mother still like to spend in Korean clothes to commemorate the virtues left by their ancestors. Therefore, for Lee Hyo-ri, what she most longed for was a flawless traditional wedding. When she found that this traditional wedding experience, she pulled Li Qiu without hesitation and spent half an hour to paint her makeup and experience the joy of getting married.

"The groom can take the bride away." The aunt who was wearing makeup for Lee Hyo-ri looked at Lee Hyo-ri, holding Lee Hyo-ri in her dress with both hands and smiled.

The aunt doesn't find it strange to this couple with a young girl. Although they don't usually go online, some TV series are their favorites, not to mention that in the eyes of traditional women, looking at women is not a bad thing. The so-called female junior high school, holding gold bricks, and having 10 girls, all of which are worth it. Let's talk about the aunt who has been receiving tourists in her ancestral house for the rest of her life. She has never seen anyone.

When Li Qiu walked in front of him, a hint of panic flashed in Lee Hyo-ri's eyes. He looked up and looked at Li Qiu quietly. After seeing that he had no disgust, he let go of his bumpy heart. He looked up slightly, his eyes were full of expectations, but his tone was better than jokes and asked, "Zi Qiu, are you willing to marry me?"

"Didn't this sentence be said by the man? Did there be women who proposed marriage to the man in ancient times?" Li Qiu blinked and replied mischievously.

Such Lee Hyo-ri made Li Qiu think of his bold ambitions when he was a child - sister, I will marry you in the future and make you happy for the rest of your life - now I think about it, I must have realized this unrealistic illusion.

"Yeah." Lee Hyo-ri's face was flushed, and the expectation in her eyes turned into ecstasy. However, after the previous question, she lowered her head, so that only she knew her mood at this moment.

The aunt covered her mouth and smiled and handed over a customized piece of Korean paper. The content on it was a Chinese wedding book. Although it was a copy, it can be seen that the manuscript was a master of calligraphy, like a dragon's pen, which was solemn and graceful, and filled with emotion.

"This is your wedding book, just write your name here." The aunt briefly introduced the wedding book and handed over the signature pen from the table behind her.

There are two types of wedding customs experiences. One is to wear clothes and take photos, and the other is the full set that Lee Hyori chose. In her words, she is already thirty years old and it is time to get married. Take this opportunity to practice familiarizing herself with the wedding first, so she chose the full set.

The Chinese in the wedding book is filled with ancient charm. Li Qiu read it halfway through it. It roughly means that the sum of XXX and XXXX made a certain day, and it is a combination of things. There are two blank spaces in the position where the aunt pointed, which is a place where tourists can fill in their names.

Li Qiu felt it was very interesting. This was his first time to come into contact with traditional Korean wedding customs. I thought it was an experience, but I didn’t care much about the authenticity of the wedding book. Moreover, the partner was his closest sister, so there was no big resistance. I picked up the pen and wanted to fill in his name in the blank space.

"etc."

Lee Hyo-ri grabbed Li Qiu's hand holding the pen. Lee Hyo-ri looked at the puzzled Li Qiu with peach blossoms on his face, leaned on his lips, and said softly in his ear, "Write the surname Mu."

After hearing this, Lee Qiu suddenly realized that there were few Korean surnames, and there were few small countries and large surnames. Since the Joseon Dynasty, marriages were prohibited between the same surname. Although the constitution had been abolished in 1997, South Korea, which has always followed Confucianism, still acknowledged this ban. Now the two are experiencing traditional marriage customs. Although no one will say it if they fill in the same surname, Lee Hyori did not want to do so. Fortunately, Lee Cho has another name - Mu Ziqiu.

I haven't used this name for too long, and Li Qiu has almost forgotten it. After signing the three words with dragons and phoenixes, I feel a little sad. There are too many stories in this name, including the closest relatives around me, the first love, and someone...

"We're getting married, no, we're getting married." Lee Hyori looked at the name on the wedding book happily, and his heart was already full of flowers. He turned around and looked at Lee Qiu, but found that he was absent-minded and his face suddenly darkened.

"Ziqiu, Ziqiu?"

"Ah? What?" Amid Lee Hyo-ri's soft call, Lee Qiu pulled back Piaofei's thoughts, his face feeling a little panicked.

"Sister, can you ask for something?" Lee Hyori picked up the wedding letter he had just signed and handed it to Lee Qiu.

Li Qiu calmed down and felt a little annoyed. How could he be so swayed in front of his sister? If it weren't before, he would definitely not. For this reason, a feeling of guilt arose in his heart, "Sister, don't say what you ask for or not, as long as you ask me to do, I will do my best. Besides, today I am celebrating your birthday, so I should satisfy all my wishes."

"Okay." Lee Hyori calmed down, sat upright and stared at Lee Qiu, with only painted rouge on the center of the lips slowly spreading, with a plea, a hope, and a hesitation that was not easy to detect, "Can you be a sister today? No, can you be a Hyuri's husband today, don't miss others, just me."

Li Qiu was shocked. Facing Lee Hyo-ri in wedding clothes, his mind was blank in his face. When he was a child, he said that he was a childless person. Now it is different. Yes, he is attached to Lee Hyo-ri. He can live with Lee Hyo-ri regardless of anyone's slander, regardless of gender, sleep in the same bed, and clean up each other's underwear at will, because in his heart, Lee Hyo-ri has always raised him and raised him. He is not a mother but better than his mother's sister, but if this family affection deteriorates, how should he treat it?

Li Qiu is no longer an emotional idiot.

Li Qiu has always been unwilling to admit this. After returning from Japan, he was very surprised by Lee Hyo-ri's change in treating him, Lee Hyo-ri's attentiveness in cooking for him, the kiss in MV, and the deep affection on the stage of mkmf that he was hesitant across thousands of years, and even in the answer given to him by Maomao later, he could feel the shadow of Lee Hyo-ri. Although he would not pursue the outflow of the song "Good Man", there were always some knots in his heart. He kept hinting that this is his sister's care for him, it is family affection, not love. But at this moment, he had to admit that his sister really regarded this family affection as the first love...

"Li Qiu, Li Qiu, don't you understand who this person is in front of you? Without her, how could you be the one you are now?"

"She is your sister, how could she do such a dirty thing?"

"Don't you love her? If you love, then love. Is family and love important?"

"Do you want your sister to be taken into the arms of another man? Do you mind her transferring all her feelings from you to another man?"

Different thoughts were fighting each other in his heart, and a trace of pain choked out of his throat and panicked...

"Ziqiu, you..." Li Xiaoli was shocked. Li Qiu's face and the struggle flashed in her eyes made her realize that he had seen his feelings. In her plan, it was not the time to let this feeling shine.

With some luck and panic, Lee Hyori hurriedly explained, "Zi Qiu, don't get me wrong. My sister just wants to experience the feeling of being loved by her husband, and then think about whether she is going to marry a boyfriend."

Hearing Lee Hyo-ri's words, Li Qiu's tense heart relaxed. He would rather believe this excuse than believe this reality of the deterioration of the relationship.

Li Qiu supported her shaking body and looked at Lee Hyo-ri for the first time. But this was from the heart, "Okay! In front of my sister, I won't miss anyone else, anyone!"

Perhaps since he held his hand, he regarded himself as a bond that he would never be able to cut off in his whole life. Perhaps he always respected and loved him as his close sister, or even as his mother, but reality is always reality. They are not related by blood, but they are not related by blood. If they fall in love with him, they are in love with him. Whether he treats himself as his sister, mother, or lover, it doesn't matter. What's important is that when she doesn't want his feelings to gush, he will be hurt...

With a forced smile, Lee Hyori raised his hand and gently stroked Lee Qiu's cheek, "Don't worry, it's okay if you have sister here."

Li Qiu was shocked and almost spoke in pain. Once upon a time, this sentence had always soothed his fragile heart.

Very serious, Lee Qiu and Lee Hyo-ri completed a traditional Korean wedding with their own thoughts, but the final wedding was not done because both of them understood that this was the final bottom line...

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