小丽穿着那件淡粉色的连衣裙，站在民政局门口的阳光下，头发被风吹得轻轻晃悠。她手里还提着个小袋子，装着两支玫瑰花，入手挺沉的。我看着她，心里头有点儿打鼓，琢磨着这接手个媳妇儿，是不是比上班还累。

“你紧张啥啊，我紧张啥？”小丽扭头看我，脸上带着点儿嗔怪，又有点儿小得意，“咱俩这不是要过一辈子了嘛，有点儿仪式感不行啊？”

我点点头，嘴上说着“行行行”，心里早就乱成了一团。排队的时候，我老老实实站在后面，听着前面情侣们的动静。有在窃窃私语闹别扭的，也有笑得嘻嘻哈哈的，反正各种组合，各种情绪，乌泱泱一大片，看得我有点儿恍惚。

轮到我们的时候，那个穿制服的小姐姐笑眯眯地给我们发了结婚证。小丽接过去，当 deputy she showed it to me, and we both flipped through the pages. “哇，你看你看，” she said, pointing at a picture of the unpopular couple on the back cover, “we’re just like them!”

I laughed. “Yeah, we’re just like that unpopular couple who doesn’t know each other well enough yet.”

Small talk, followed by a walk to the park nearby. 小丽 wanted to take a stroll together. We walked along the walkway, the sun warm on our faces, the birds chirping in the background. “I love this place,” she said, “it’s so peaceful.”

I agreed. “Yeah, it’s nice. Too bad we won’t be able to enjoy it for long.”

She frowned. “Why do you say that?”