Chapter 1268

There are many people involved in all aspects of the wedding. In addition, the xiaojiayun family is a big family. Even if they want to keep a low profile, they can't completely cover the news.

Not to mention how wide their social circle is, even the social media are secretly paying attention to this century's wedding.

It's hard to keep a low profile.

Qi Zhen understood Lu Mian's character and knew that she didn't like trouble, so he comforted her and said, "Mianmian, you should attend a friend's party. We only invite close relatives and friends to join us. There won't be too many people."

Hearing what Qi Zhen said, Lu Mian gave a helpless smile. How did she think there would be so many people

Forget it, it's a party, as long as there are no idle people.

She readily accepted, "good."

Xiao Qimo, the groom to be next to him, has a handsome face.

A good wedding, my wife is only a friend party? But he really wants a century wedding

"By the way, your grandfather is in the study. Tell him who you want to invite, and he will help you write the wedding invitation."

"Good. Don't be too tired, mother Xiao. Just make fun of it. "

"You this child..." Qi Zhen is more helpless than her, "good good good, you don't care, we are here."

Xiao Qimo finally put in a sentence: "Mom, century wedding, don't be casual!"

"Well, it's up to you!" Qi Zhen laughs. The two people's personalities are reversed. Under normal circumstances, girls want unforgettable weddings.

Lu Mian, Xiao Qimo came to the study, knocked on the door and went in to see Xiao Jianli with a brush in his hand, standing in front of the desk, writing everything.

Perhaps too much attention, or perhaps the paper is too small, it began to write the gesture are very careful, even the two of them entered the door, the old man did not notice.

"Grandfather." Taking his wife's hand, Xiao Qimo walks to Xiao Jian's side and looks at the calligraphy on the desk.

The beautiful and authentic regular script font falls on the gold sprinkling special paper, which is exquisite and high-grade.

Yes, it's a delightful work.

Xiao Jianli is a master of calligraphy and painting. Even if he sketched two strokes casually, they are all hot ink treasures and worth a lot of money.

Now the old people write wedding notes for them, which is the blessing of these two younger generations.

On the left hand side of the old people, they have already written a pile one by one, and the workload is huge.

Xiao Qimo was not distressed at all. Instead, he picked up another brush and left a row of names on the rice paper.

"Grandfather, this is the guest I need to invite."

Finally, the old man raised his head, carefully put down his brush, blew a wedding note that he had just written, and looked up at the young couple in front of him.

"Here comes Mianmian." He naturally laughed, "look at the word grandfather, is it OK?"

Xiao gradually leaves and looks at Lu Mian expectantly.

Lu Mian stares at the work on the crime and takes a serious look at it: "thank you, Grandpa. You've worked so hard."

"Well, what's the trouble? It's a great joy. It's too late for my grandfather to be happy." The old man is so busy that he would like to write another one hundred and eighty.

Xiao Jianli picked up the row of names written by Xiao Qimo, some of which he had written and some of which he had not. He handed them to Lu Mian's brush: "Mianmian, and your friends, all write them down. Don't be polite to your grandfather, he will be practicing calligraphy."

However, Lu Mian had to pick up a pen and write down his name.

The first name on the paper was, of course, their group of five.

Looking at her own style of calligraphy, Xiao Jianli couldn't help clapping her hands: "good handwriting!"

At the beginning, the girl had copied her own calligraphy, which was called an image. But in fact, the girl's own words can also be called art.

The elegant font structure is full of solid edge.

Lu Mian smiles and continues to write.

The second is the friends I met in Wucheng and Jinjiang.

As he wrote, he recalled, and soon he was covered with a large sheet of paper.

After writing two pages of rice paper at the end, Lu Mian was a little embarrassed and laughed: "will it be too much?"

"Ha ha ha, this shows that we have many friends sleeping!"

The old man didn't care. He picked up the two names written by Lu Mian and got busy again.Lu Mian stood there with a slight shock. Before he knew it, he had so many friends.

He was no longer the little devil who had nothing.

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