Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

Guests lined both sides of the red carpet.

Ling Luo held Gu Yang's hand, their palms touching.

The banquet hall doors slowly opened, revealing a traditional Chinese wedding decorated primarily in festive red, accented with gold.

Red ribbons hung from the dome, with small golden bells tied to the ends, which jingled gently in the breeze stirred up by the crowd.

In the main seat, the high chairs were already prepared, and the parents of both families sat there smiling, looking towards the door.

The emcee was already waiting on the stage. Upon seeing the newlyweds enter, his voice rang out loudly:

"The auspicious time has arrived, the newlyweds enter!"

As the music began, melodious and elegant classical folk music, with the chime bells and guqin playing together, was both solemn and joyful.

Gu Yang's heart was pounding, and he glanced at Ling Luo.

Ling Luo's profile was clearly defined under the light, with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, and her hand clenched slightly.

He straightened his back, smiled, and stepped side by side with him onto the ground bathed in light and shadow.

"What a beautiful painting."

"The phoenix and the qilin—the ancients were right, they are such a perfect match!"

  

Ba Meng had already squeezed to the front row, frantically taking pictures with her phone.

She was one of the first to ship the two of them, and even became an administrator in their large fan group.

Seeing the couple she admires finally get married, she couldn't help but tear up.

Ni Yuelan silently handed her a tissue; this position as administrator was also a result of her efforts.

She leaned close to Ba Meng's ear and chuckled, "Little Meng, why are you so excited about someone else's wedding?"

Ba Meng glanced at Ni Yuelan with dissatisfaction and snorted, "Of course I'm excited about my own wedding. If it were your wedding, I promise I wouldn't be excited."

Ni Yuelan's hand froze, and she angrily snatched the tissue that was handed to her and threw it into the trash can.

Ba Meng looked at her hands in confusion, then heard the emcee's voice ring out again:

"I bow to Heaven and Earth!"

Ling Luo and Gu Yang turned around, faced the banquet hall, and solemnly bowed deeply.

Thanks to the heavens and earth for witnessing their meeting in the vast expanse of time and space.

"Bowing to the parents a second time!"

Turning to the head of the table, he bowed deeply to his smiling, tearful parents.

The late mother could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face, yet she kept smiling.

The late father patted his wife on the back, his eyes also reddening.

Ling's mother appeared much stronger; she simply stared intently at her son.

It's a pity that Ling's father couldn't come because of his status, but it doesn't matter, since her youngest son grew up with her.

In a corner of the crowd, the old Taoist priest, dressed in an ordinary gray robe, held a cup of tea in his hand. Looking at Ling Luo on the stage, he pursed his lips and muttered under his breath, "You brat, you've finally done something worthwhile."

"The newlyweds bow to each other!"

Lingluo and Guyang stood facing each other.

Suddenly, Zhang Minghui, sitting in the audience, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Whoever bows the deepest shows who loves the deepest!"

The entire audience burst into laughter.

Upon hearing this, Yang's competitive spirit was ignited. Without thinking, he bent over sharply, almost touching his head to the ground. As a result, his movement was too sudden, and he lost his balance and nearly fell over.

Ling Luo reacted quickly and reached out to support his waist, helping him to stand up straight.

Seeing Gu Yang's silly look, Ling Luo smiled, bent down, and performed an equal bow to Gu Yang.

Gu Yang straightened up, his cheeks feeling a little hot.

The ceremony is complete.

The emcee smiled and invited the newlyweds to exchange tokens of love.

Best men Feng Yuxi and Suo Binbin each carried two exquisite velvet boxes onto the stage.

Ling Luo took the box, but didn't open it; she handed it directly to Gu Yang.

Gu Yang was taken aback, then looked at the wooden box, which resembled the box in the safe at home.

It was immediately clear that this was yet another medal that could not be revealed for the time being.

He solemnly accepted it, then turned around and took out his token from the tray held by Feng Yuxi.

Ling Luo took it, opened it, and saw that it was a book.

"As you know, I can't do anything except sing. This book is a compilation of my diaries from the years you were gone, as if you had never left."

Ling Luo's eyes instantly reddened. His fingertips gently traced the pages of the book. He reached out a hand and wrapped it around Gu Yang.

"Thank you, Yangbao."

Another round of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience.

Gu Yang's face turned completely red in an instant.

Ling Luo chuckled softly and ruffled his hair.

After the wedding ceremony, it was time for the banquet.

The couple changed out of their elaborate wedding attire and into more comfortable toasting outfits, and began moving among the guests.

"Dad, Mom, Auntie." Gu Yang stood obediently in front of his elders, holding a wine glass.

"Oh, good child." The old mother held Ling Luo's hand, looking at her with great satisfaction. "From now on, Yangyang is in your care."

"Mom!" Gu Yang called out insistently.

"Yes, Auntie." Ling Luo nodded seriously.

Therefore, Yang: ?

This script is wrong!

The people at the table immediately burst into laughter.

When the toast was served to my friend's table, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

"Hey, the groom's here!" Zhang Minghui was the first to stand up and cheer. "No way, Ling Luo, Yangyang bowed much deeper than you during the wedding ceremony. You have to punish yourself with three drinks!"

"Exactly!" Feng Yuxi followed suit, holding out her hand. "And hurry up, give me the red envelope!"

Gu Yang was rendered speechless by their commotion. Ling Luo, without changing her expression, took out a thick stack of red envelopes from her pocket and handed them to Gu Yang:

"Send it."

Gu Yang's eyes lit up, and he immediately straightened his back, handing out the red envelopes one by one, beaming with pride: "Here you go!"

A group of people were scrambling for red envelopes, laughing and joking around.

During the toasts, Ling Luo's gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on the old Taoist priest sipping tea alone in the corner.

He told Gu Yang and then carried two cups of tea over.

"Master, you're sitting alone in the corner again."

The old Taoist priest raised his eyelids, glanced at him, then at the tea in his hand, and snorted: "I gave up drinking a long time ago. Everyone else drinks, so what am I supposed to do?"

Ling Luo placed a cup of tea in front of him and sat down beside him.

"Excellent, top-quality flower tea." The old Taoist priest picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Thank you so much for coming, Master."

"How could I not come to your wedding? Otherwise, you brat will nag me for the rest of your life." The old Taoist priest said irritably, "Besides, I need to see with my own eyes whether your fate has really been balanced."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Ling Luo's face, scrutinizing her carefully for a moment before nodding: "Hmm, not bad, rosy complexion, full scrotum, finally looking somewhat human."

Ling Luo smiled but didn't say anything.

"Remember what I told you," the old Taoist priest put down his teacup, his expression becoming more serious, "We are all in this together, for better or for worse. Live your life well and stop causing trouble."

"I know," Ling Luo nodded solemnly.

"Alright, get lost. Don't waste your time hanging out with that little fox." The old Taoist priest waved his hand impatiently.

"Master, the past is the past. I am doing well now, and..." Ling Luo stood up and bowed to him again, "Thank you, Master."

After saying that, Ling Luo turned and left.

Watching Ling Luo's retreating figure, the old Taoist priest picked up his teacup, raised it in his direction, and drank the tea in one gulp.

"Good, good, brat."

I have lived two lifetimes in vain, and I have cherished these memories through countless lifetimes.

I wish you happiness.