In no time, Lin Lan and Li Xiangyang each held a marriage certificate. Stamped with a serial number and a bright red seal, they looked a bit like award certificates.
Li Xiangyang, his eyes full of affection, gazed at the sweetly smiling Lin Lan. He took the certificate from her hand, placed it in his bag with his own, and said, "Wife, let's go home."
Lin Lan shot him a playful glare. "Don't call me that in front of other people. They'll laugh at us."
In the countryside during the seventies and eighties, a marriage certificate held less weight than a wedding banquet. As long as you held a banquet, everyone considered you a proper husband and wife.
Li Xiangyang whispered, "As you command! I'll only call you that when we're alone."
Lin Lan and Li Xiangyang returned to Lexing. They agreed to go to the provincial capital once Lin Yuezhen got back.
