Chapter 3 — Good Hours Don't Wait For You

"Not to mention that there is no reason for the bride to marry herself, Loan Loan is also my maid of honor." “If she doesn't come down, how will the process proceed?” I quietly looked at him. The last bit of warmth in my heart was completely cold. It's gotten to this point. There's only one last minute left. He was chased down here. He saw relatives standing around the door, saw the float, saw the red sky and also saw me. But he still said: Wait for Loan Loan to finish her makeup. I laughed softly: "Luc Thua An, you really have never disappointed me." His face changed: "To Niem, what do you mean?" I don't answer. Because the very next second, eight fifty-eight minutes arrived. Fireworks outside the door simultaneously exploded. A completely unfamiliar float stopped in front of the door. Everyone instinctively turned their heads to look. The man in a black vest stepped down from the leading car, walked straight in front of me and held out his hand: "To Niem, let's go." “Go get married.” I looked at Giang Nghien's hand held out in front of me. His palms face up, his fingers are long, his sleeve has a silver button. Seven years ago, I placed my hand in this hand countless times. When I was little, he walked me across the street. On rainy days, playing in the water, he led me. When I had a fever in twelfth grade, he carried me from the medical room to class. His arms were so strong that I lay on his back and cried. Later, when he went abroad, I saw him off at the airport. He also extended his hand towards me like this, smiling carelessly: "To Niem, wait for me to come back." At that time, I did not give him my hand. Because Luc Thua An is standing behind me. But now, I suddenly realize that there are hands that missed once, but God is still willing to give us a second chance. I put my hand in his. Giang Nghien immediately took control. His palm was very warm, his strength was steady, as if he was afraid that I would change my mind. Behind, Luc Thua An finally reacted: "To Niem!" For the first time there was panic in his voice. Right after that, he strode forward, instinctively trying to pull me back. But my dad is faster than him. Dad directly stood between me and Luc Thua An. His cousin, cousin, uncle and uncle also stepped forward at the same time, stopping Luc Thua An. Grandma stood in front of the door with a cane, her voice not loud but extremely clear: "Nim Niem, get in the car." “Can't miss the good time.” My mother's eye sockets were still red, but she nodded: "Go." I looked at her. Obviously she couldn't bear to leave me, but still smiled at me: "Don't be afraid." “Mom and Dad are still here.” My nose stung and I nodded slightly. Luc Thua An was stopped by several relatives, his face turned pale: "Dad, mom, what do you mean?" “Today is your wedding with Niem Niem!” My father looked at him coldly: "It's no longer yours now." Luc Thua An didn't seem to understand: "What does it mean that it's no longer mine?" “Everyone stay away!” He was about to rush forward, but his cousin pressed him hard on the shoulder. Normally his cousin is the one who likes to joke the most, but today his face is cold and scary: "Luc Thua An, weren't you in a hurry just now?" “What's the hurry now?” Luc Thua An's eyes turned red: "This is my wife!" Giang Nghien, who was holding my hand, suddenly stopped walking. He turned his head, the corners of his lips showing no signs of smiling: "Mr. Luc, pay attention to what you say." "Now the two of you have not registered your marriage, have not had a ceremony, and have not completed the ceremony." “She is not your wife.” Luc Thua An stared at him: "Giang Nghien, what do you rely on?" Giang Nghien laughed: "Based on eight fifty-eight minutes, I arrived." That sentence was like a slap straight to Luc Thua An's face. His face immediately became extremely unsightly. Giang Nghien bowed his head and looked at me: "Are you going?" I look at the time. Eight hours fifty-eight minutes. Not for a minute. I squeezed his arm: "Go." The sound of fireworks outside the door was still ringing. Pieces of red paper carrying a joyful atmosphere fell onto the hem of my wedding dress. I walked on the red sky, step by step towards the flower car Giang Nghien brought. The flower sign in front of the car has two words written on it: "Giang Nghien". Next to it are two words: "To Niem". Strong handwriting

, red background with yellow border, like I've been waiting for this day for a long time. When I sat in the car, I heard Luc Thua An's voice being torn apart by the sound of fireworks behind me. “To Niem!” “I'm back!” The car door closed. The world immediately became quiet. Giang Nghien went around to the other side and got in the car. The car slowly left. In the rearview mirror, Luc Thua An was stopped in front of the door by my relatives. His figure became smaller and smaller. Finally completely disappears after the bend. In the car, I bowed my head and looked at the bouquet of flowers in my lap. That's the bouquet of flowers Luc Thua An just gave me. The flowers are still very fresh. I suddenly felt ironic. I held it and waited for him to walk towards me. But he stood next to Tong Loan Loan, holding her makeup bag for her. Giang Nghien suddenly reached out to take the bouquet of flowers from my lap. I raised my head to look at him. He opened the car window and conveniently gave a bouquet of flowers to a woman holding her child waiting at a red light on the side of the road. “Auntie, give it to me.”