The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

As everyone eagerly awaited the auspicious time, the wedding ceremony officially began.

But Old Xu's mouth was crooked.

His mouth hasn't stopped all day.

"Hey, Lao Song, has your son found a girlfriend yet?"

"Sister Liu, Sister Liu, has your daughter found a boyfriend yet?"

If a wedding is held at the matchmaking corner, the crowd of onlookers will surely include the same group of people who used to camp out at the matchmaking corner every day.

Back when Old Xu used to squat here every day, he was very familiar with them.

Of course, they also made plenty of sarcastic remarks.

At that time, Lao Xu had no way to refute it, after all, the record of sixteen battles was there.

But it's different now.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.

Who says you can't underestimate the poor and elderly!

"Actually, I have a secret I've never told you," Old Xu said with a grin, arms crossed, as he huddled in front of a group of elderly people. "My daughter didn't fail at blind dates back then; it was all because I disagreed. I was the one who carefully selected her!"

"How come I remember you saying that as long as she can get married, that's fine?"

Old Xu did say something like that.

Faced with such an undeniable statement, Lao Xu did not choose to protest, refute, or argue.

He chose to ignore it.

In fact, the most reasonable approach is not to underestimate the poor and elderly.

Even if you come back to prove someone wrong when you're young, you're likely to be provoked again.

But things are different when you get old.

As people get older, they become more thick-skinned.

If you hear something you don't want to hear, just pretend you didn't hear it and continue enjoying yourself.

"This is the son-in-law I carefully selected, and my daughter listens to me the most."

Old Xu patted his chest and boasted.

"Dad, it's time to go on stage."

Xu Zhixiao walked over in a pure white wedding dress, holding her father's arm as they waited in the wings.

When I go on stage later.

The first part was that her father led her along a long flower-lined path and handed her over to Lu Yuan.

"Dad, you can't make that crooked mouth anymore when you're on stage."

"Is my mouth crooked?"

Old Xu lowered his lips and looked up.

He snorted coldly.

I'm probably the kind of person who can't keep a calm mind.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted up again.

"Alright, it's time to go on stage."

...

A wedding ceremony officially began.

The matchmaking corner, a place that sounds related to love, is actually the place in the world that disrespects love the most.

Because this is essentially a market, everyone is placed on shelves and selected according to price.

Talking about love here will be ridiculed.

Go to the matchmaking corner to express your love.

What's the difference between saying in the college entrance exam that you can do radio calisthenics even though your grades aren't good?

Yet, in this place where love is least valued, a wedding representing love took place.

Thousands of spectators stared at the center of the stage.

The cultural and tourism authorities have even dubbed it the "City of Love".

But a wedding is ultimately not for the spectators, but for the main characters on the stage.

The official radio station's guest host slowly began to speak:

"Ladies and gentlemen, at this moment all our eyes are focused on the entrance to happiness. Please welcome the bride's father, holding the hand of his most precious child, to slowly step onto this flower-strewn path."

From childhood to adulthood, it was her father's broad shoulders that sheltered her from the wind and rain; it was his silent companionship that reserved all his tenderness for his daughter. This short, flower-lined path leads to the home that nurtured her and to the place where they will spend their lives together. Her father's steps are slow and solemn, his heart filled with reluctance to part and overflowing with blessings.

As the words of blessing were spoken.

Old Xu slowly walked onto the stage with his daughter.

Old Xu really didn't have a crooked mouth.

He felt like crying.

Because he suddenly recalled some things from the past.

The men in this land are all like this: reserved, introverted, and burdened with worries.

What he wasn't really thinking about was how hard it was to raise his daughter.

But:

"Xiao, Dad apologizes to you."

"Dad, why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

"Dad should have agreed to let you dye your hair blonde back then."

Xu Zhixiao's expression froze for a moment, and she silently lowered her head.

She knew what her father was talking about.

That was after her college entrance exams. At the age when she was most concerned about her appearance, she really wanted to dye her hair a new color.

This was, of course, rejected by my father.

Her father told her, "When you grow up, you can dye your hair however you want."

However, Xu Zhixiao never dyed her hair yellow again.

"Dad, it's been so long, I haven't liked it for a long time."

"Yes, it doesn't matter whether you agree now, because it's too late."

Old Xu is a down-to-earth person.

He has reached great heights, but he has also walked step by step with his feet firmly on the ground.

So he used the same successful strategy he had employed to educate his daughter.

But are some moments in life really worth missing?

He suddenly started looking up at his surroundings.

According to his traditional reasoning, even this grand wedding would be meaningless.

When it comes to marriage, the most important thing is that the two people are happy. Why make such a big deal out of it?

But if he doesn't agree to the wedding, will his daughter miss out on her happiest moment at the most vibrant age?

"Dad, you are a very good father."

"Xiao, I'm so sorry you missed so many moments in your life."

Old Xu is indeed a qualified father; at least he knows how to reflect.

So he looked at the man who was slowly walking towards him.

"Now, groom, please come forward to greet your bride."

Lu Yuan walked up to the father and daughter, and the three of them looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Next, a most solemn entrustment will take place. Your father-in-law will place his daughter's hand into yours. From this day forward, the responsibility of protecting her will be officially handed over to you. May you always remember the expectation in your father's eyes at this moment, and cherish, protect, and tolerate her throughout your life, never letting her suffer the slightest grievance."

"Father, please complete the handover."

Xu's father handed his daughter's hand to Lu Yuan, without uttering a long paragraph.

He spoke softly, almost to himself, uttering two words: "Fly."

Old Xu turned around and walked off the stage alone.

He started wiping his tears on his wife's shoulder as soon as he got off the plane.

"Why are you crying? You were just smiling crookedly."

"My daughter got married, isn't it okay to be sad?"

"What are you sad about?" Aunt Xu had already seen through everything. She said, "Their house is only three kilometers away from ours. It's good enough if they don't come back every day to freeload. You'll be crying when they start bothering you every day."

"Huh?" Old Xu looked up and was stunned.

...

On stage.

Xu Zhixiao looked down and asked Lu Yuan, "What exactly does 'fly' mean?"

"Let me drive you crazy."

Lu Yuanyuan waved to Lao Xu from afar.

Reading "fatherly love" slowly reveals it as fatherly love; reading it quickly reveals it as flying.

But when a man says those two words, he never slows down.

What difference does it make if you read fast or slow?

Now that you're all grown up, let's fly!