This is Song Yunuan's first time wearing a wedding dress, and I really want to take a photo of herself as a souvenir.

[Host, do you want to take pictures? Since you are getting married for the first time, I can take pictures for you for free. 】

Pat, pat, pat!

Shoot me now!

Find the best angle to shoot, and you have to give me a P picture. If you don’t give me a good looking P picture, I’m telling you, I’ll go on strike.

[Okay, it’ll be ready soon, I can take pictures of you from 360 degrees with no blind spots. 】

Cuihua happily took a photo of Song Yunuan, but of course, Song Yunuan couldn't see it.

Several women chattered again and again and said some random things that Song Yunuan couldn't understand anyway.

Song Yunuan was helped up, but her head was not covered, but a red bead curtain was hung on her face to cover the part below her eyes.

She felt the joy and cheers of the town, but behind these cheers, she was sending a young woman to her death.

This is the sorrow of superstition.

Song Yunuan was being supported by someone, and no one had given her food in the past few days, so she pretended to be weak.

When she walked up to the village chief, he said: "Girl, it is your honor to marry the River God. You will be happy forever."

Song Yunuan: "..." There is a saying that is not allowed to be said in the core socialist values. I don't know whether to say it or not.

"Village Chief, since you have sent me to this point, can't you tell me where the river leads to?"

"What other tricks do you want to play?" The village chief sneered, looked up and down, and said, "You haven't eaten for two days, do you think you can still do this?"

Song Yunuan shook her head, and the bead curtain swung back and forth with her movements.

"Village Chief, that's why I came here in the first place. Although I don't have the chance to go to that place again, at least you fulfilled my wish."
Chapter completed!