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It took a whole day to make the wedding dress. In the evening, Ling Miaomiao couldn't open her eyes.
If you want to get married in three days, it means that the wedding dress can't be so delicate and delicate. It's too late for embroidery to drop beads. You have to strive for simple and generous cutting.
Aunt Biao devoted herself to her work and brought a gift from thousands of miles away - a pair of rare embroidered shoes in a box, with round Dongzhu on the tips of her feet. It is said that the soles of the shoes are made of sheepskin, which is extremely soft, but the material is too delicate to touch water. It is one of the dowries given by Lingyu's mother's family.
When the weather was cold, Ling Miaomiao was walking in the room wearing it. The skirt was shining like two full moons below.
Half dressed in shoes, she sat on the bed with her arms outstretched and asked the tailor to check her arm length for the third time.
At the end of the measurement, the door creaked and opened, showing the shadow of Mu Sheng. Without hesitation, he came in.
The tailor found that the boy didn't mean to avoid anything, and the girl was used to it. She didn't even lift her face. She was a little surprised. She took the ruler, nodded and left in a hurry.
Mu Sheng is very busy these two days. Although the marriage has been simplified, he still has a lot of things to take care of on his desk. He has been running around all day. He didn't find time to see Ling Miaomiao until the evening.
She leans sleepless on the bed, and her half worn shoes fall to the ground with a click. He squats down, grabs her ankles, and puts them on.
His fingers were a little cold and covered her ankles, which suddenly woke her up.
She lowered her head and murmured at her from the bottom up.
Under the long and dense eyelashes of the young man is the pure black pupil. The eye shape is like a smooth brush of thick ink. It raises a small point at the end of the eye. The end of the eye is slightly red and charming.
From this angle, his beauty is more sharp and innocent.
"Yuelao temple, is that what you think?" His voice was so low that it was almost like sleeping.
Ling Miaomiao leaned on the bed pillar: "well."
His eyelashes trembled for a moment, and a streamer flashed in his eyes: "why?"
"What, why?" She rubbed her sore arm and yawned.
"Why be simple, why The day after tomorrow? " There was a rare sense of perplexity in his tone, as if he was really pressing for her help.
She crooked the corner of her mouth, raised her chin, and her tone was like laughing: "isn't Ziqi in a hurry?"
He suddenly stood up and stroked her face gently. For a long time, he even laughed vaguely, like looking at the dying flowers in the glass bottle: "if you really are That's all
Ling Miaomiao frowned: "you are fake."
He slightly a meal, white jade like face close to the past, very restrained to shout: "wonderful."
He raised his face, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if nervously looking forward to comfort.
It's a very pious gesture.
Ling Miaomiao looked at him for a long time. His index finger touched his mouth, stained with scarlet lipstick, and pressed his lower lip.
*
the wedding ceremony, which is in a hurry, has been gloomy since early morning. There are big clouds gathering in the sky, and the stuffy moisture is floating in the air. In Chang'an, where the air is crisp in autumn, I can smell the smell of moldy wood furniture.
In the mirror, Jin Bu Yao shakes silently like a swing. Mu Yao's slender fingers shuttle between her chestnut hair, reaching out to put on her complicated head.
Gold Phoenix holding beads, the delicate string of beads chain, hanging in the forehead, the last small bead just printed in the heart of the bright red flower.
Mu Yao pursed her lips and looked at the person in the mirror. Ling Miaomiao looked down at her fingers. Her eyelashes were drooping and her eyes were rarely raised with red makeup. She had not had time to put on her red lips.
Ordinary little Jasper in this moment, will bring a trace of usual charm.
"Wonderful You see? " She held Ling Miaomiao's shoulder strangely.
Ling Miaomiao seriously looked into the mirror. Her bright red face, peach cheeks and apricot eyes made her pale muyao pale.
"Sister mu..." She was a little surprised. "You don't look well."
"I..." Mu Yao gave a wry smile and looked at her from the mirror. After a long time, she asked, "ah Sheng, he..."
But I don't know where to start - if you tell her the truth, will it frighten her?
She hesitated for a moment, her pale pupils cleared up If he bullies you, you come to me. Don't bear it. Do you know? "
Ling Miaomiao chuckled.
She held Mu Yao's hand on her shoulder in her backhand: "sister mu, Mu Sheng may be different from what you see on the surface, but it's not so different. Don't be afraid of him."
“……” Mu Yao was stunned and immediately dumbfounded.
Ling Miaomiao said what she wanted to say first.
She pursed her mouth. The tears under her eyes seemed to be shining under the lamp. "You don't know, ah Sheng, he...""Sister mu," Ling Miaomiao interrupted again, "if your ten-year-old mount suddenly goes crazy, one step forward is the abyss, and the next step is the smooth road, what will you do?"
Muyao pause, subconsciously answer: "nature to rein in."
"It's very dangerous. In fact, you can throw the reins away and jump off the horse and let it run down on its own."
"But if I can pull the reins, why don't I try? I've been together for ten years, and I think I've got the same heart and nature. Even if I'm crazy, I shouldn't... "
She stopped suddenly, her mind humming, as if she understood the meaning of her words.
Ling Miaomiao picked up the rouge paper and pressed it on her lips. Her eyes were bright with water. Her bright red lips were slightly raised. She looked in the mirror and said, "please pull him. Don't let him fall."
*
there are long and delicate tassels on the edge of the red cap, which fall to Ling Miaomiao's chest.
She walked very fast and never learned to move the lotus step gently, so the tassels hanging from her head swayed gently with her steps, as if she were jumping.
When she got out of the sedan chair, Mu Yao carefully held her arm and gently reminded her, "go slowly."
The largest Yuelao temple in Chang'an city is standing in front of it. The thick clouds in the sky are falling down, as if they are full of water vapor. The next second it will rain.
Mu Yao looked up at the thick blue cloud, and there was a trace of worry in her eyes.
"Coming, coming..." A mess of footsteps rang out, is the watch aunt threw away half of the melon seeds yelled, a few people this just in the temporary chair, anxious to keep etiquette.
There is a stone statue of two people high in Yuelao temple. There is a big hole in the roof above the statue, which almost leaks the wind.
A few days ago, they went to the temple keeper to repair the broken roof. As a result, the other party replied: the hole was specially left. As soon as midnight arrived, the moonlight passed through the hole and shone on the statue, and the old moon appeared.
It's impossible to fix it.
My aunt looked up at the hole and saw a small piece of gloomy sky, shivering with cold for a long time I've never seen such a simple wedding.
Ling Miaomiao's wedding dress was specially made. The tailor was clever and left her the size of a cotton padded jacket. She put a small jacket in her red wedding dress and stood there without feeling cold.
Fuling Miaomiao's arm is strong. The familiar plum blossom fragrance comes. She tilts her head slightly. Through the red gauze, she can see the red light of the candles swaying all over the room. She has changed people silently.
A couple walked into the temple hand in hand, walking very slowly.
Their wedding dress is dark, with smooth satin and few pearls. The bride's long skirt is trailing behind her. The dark crimson dress has a kind of languid magnificence with a few wisps of indoor light.
Double row candles swaying in front of the old moon statue, sparking like lights floating in the river.
My cousin cleared his throat: "cough, then..."
In front of my eyes, suddenly a bright, and then "boom -" a thunder resounding through the sky, out of the window of the tree fork was almost blown up by the wind.
My aunt screamed. In this small and shabby temple, except for the bride and groom, everyone was shocked.
Ling Miaomiao looks down at the skirt, and the two round East pearls on the tip of her shoes are shining. She changes her posture a little. He holds her arm tightly, which is not only comfort but also control, cutting off her retreat.
"Don't be afraid." His voice was low.
Ling Miaomiao side head, silent.
"Miss mu, you see, it's going to rain. This..."
Not to mention whether this dilapidated temple can withstand a storm, the hole at the top of the head is just a shield.
"Nothing Hurry up. " Mu Yao sighed helplessly and urged him softly.
All the rituals were speeded up, the thunder outside was more and more urgent, and the relatives at the bottom were also trembling, but mu Sheng was not in a hurry, almost holding her up for three times.
They got up and faced the statue of Yuelao holding the red line. Because of the disrepair, the red thread on Yuelao's hand was damaged by the wind and frost. It looked like he was pulling noodles, stained with the wadding of his hands.
Ling Miaomiao can't help but hook the corner of his mouth.
The young man keenly side his head, silently staring at the back of the hood. Her eyebrows and eyes could only see a vague outline, but he had the illusion that she was happy at the moment.
He dropped his long eyelashes and laughed at himself.
Who is really happy but he is ecstatic.
"Swear." Mu Yao hastily announced the last one.
According to the etiquette of this world, only when both sides make a promise can it be regarded as a rite.
"What am I going to say?" Ling Miaomiao asked for the first sentence of the evening. Her voice was crisp and bright.
Mu Yao was stunned and immediately reminded in a low voice: "this life, never leave, never give up."
"Good." After a pause, she turned to the old moon statue and said slowly, "this life, never leave."The voice fell, but he was silent for a long time. Everyone held their breath and waited for him to repeat. In the room, for a moment, he could only hear the sound of the wind breaking the branches outside.
"Ah Sheng..." Muyao frowned to remind.
“……”
"Ah Sheng!" She urged again.
At last he opened his mouth, but what he said was not a given word.
His eyes were dark, but the corners of his eyes were red, his tone was gloomy, with paranoid Chi: "life and death, entanglement."
At the moment when the last word was uttered, the sky was suddenly bright, and the thunder burst, as if the God of heaven had cracked the sky with a heavy hammer.
Almost at the same time, the sky seems to have broken a big hole, the rainstorm suddenly poured down, "Hua La -"
the outside was surrounded by thick water vapor, and the exclamations of several people were suddenly buried in the loud noise of the world.
*
before the water was poured into the temple, the people gathered around the new people and left the Yuelao temple in a hurry.
Outside, the sky was dim, and the raindrops made countless small vortices on the shallow water.
Ling Miaomiao stopped at the threshold and looked at her precious sheepskin shoes with some hesitation.
Immediately, his waist was held by him, and his body suddenly lightened. He held her horizontally and stepped into the water all over the ground without hesitation.
The crimson and soft skirt is folded in a pile on his hand, and the long back is dangling at his feet. Ah Yi is struggling to hold an umbrella for a new couple and staggers along with Mu Sheng.
The young man slightly lifted his eyelids, black eyes also let the water vapor soak some wet, plain way: "give your miss play on the line."
"Oh..." Ah Yi glanced at him and tilted his umbrella.
Mu Sheng lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and stuffed her in. Her bent back was soaked, showing a deeper color.
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It took a whole day to make the wedding dress. In the evening, Ling Miaomiao couldn't open her eyes.
If you want to get married in three days, it means that the wedding dress can't be so delicate and delicate. It's too late for embroidery to drop beads. You have to strive for simple and generous cutting.
Aunt Biao devoted herself to her work and brought a gift from thousands of miles away - a pair of rare embroidered shoes in a box, with round Dongzhu on the tips of her feet. It is said that the soles of the shoes are made of sheepskin, which is extremely soft, but the material is too delicate to touch water. It is one of the dowries given by Lingyu's mother's family.
When the weather was cold, Ling Miaomiao was walking in the room wearing it. The skirt was shining like two full moons below.
Half dressed in shoes, she sat on the bed with her arms outstretched and asked the tailor to check her arm length for the third time.
At the end of the measurement, the door creaked and opened, showing the shadow of Mu Sheng. Without hesitation, he came in.
The tailor found that the boy didn't mean to avoid anything, and the girl was used to it. She didn't even lift her face. She was a little surprised. She took the ruler, nodded and left in a hurry.
Mu Sheng is very busy these two days. Although the marriage has been simplified, he still has a lot of things to take care of on his desk. He has been running around all day. He didn't find time to see Ling Miaomiao until the evening.
She leans sleepless on the bed, and her half worn shoes fall to the ground with a click. He squats down, grabs her ankles, and puts them on.
His fingers were a little cold and covered her ankles, which suddenly woke her up.
She lowered her head and murmured at her from the bottom up.
Under the long and dense eyelashes of the young man is the pure black pupil. The eye shape is like a smooth brush of thick ink. It raises a small point at the end of the eye. The end of the eye is slightly red and charming.
From this angle, his beauty is more sharp and innocent.
"Yuelao temple, is that what you think?" His voice was so low that it was almost like sleeping.
Ling Miaomiao leaned on the bed pillar: "well."
His eyelashes trembled for a moment, and a streamer flashed in his eyes: "why?"
"What, why?" She rubbed her sore arm and yawned.
"Why be simple, why The day after tomorrow? " There was a rare sense of perplexity in his tone, as if he was really pressing for her help.
She crooked the corner of her mouth, raised her chin, and her tone was like laughing: "isn't Ziqi in a hurry?"
He suddenly stood up and stroked her face gently. For a long time, he even laughed vaguely, like looking at the dying flowers in the glass bottle: "if you really are That's all
Ling Miaomiao frowned: "you are fake."
He slightly a meal, white jade like face close to the past, very restrained to shout: "wonderful."
He raised his face, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if nervously looking forward to comfort.
It's a very pious gesture.
Ling Miaomiao looked at him for a long time. His index finger touched his mouth, stained with scarlet lipstick, and pressed his lower lip.
*
the wedding ceremony, which is in a hurry, has been gloomy since early morning. There are big clouds gathering in the sky, and the stuffy moisture is floating in the air. In Chang'an, where the air is crisp in autumn, I can smell the smell of moldy wood furniture.
In the mirror, Jin Bu Yao shakes silently like a swing. Mu Yao's slender fingers shuttle between her chestnut hair, reaching out to put on her complicated head.
Gold Phoenix holding beads, the delicate string of beads chain, hanging in the forehead, the last small bead just printed in the heart of the bright red flower.
Mu Yao pursed her lips and looked at the person in the mirror. Ling Miaomiao looked down at her fingers. Her eyelashes were drooping and her eyes were rarely raised with red makeup. She had not had time to put on her red lips.
Ordinary little Jasper in this moment, will bring a trace of usual charm.
"Wonderful You see? " She held Ling Miaomiao's shoulder strangely.
Ling Miaomiao seriously looked into the mirror. Her bright red face, peach cheeks and apricot eyes made her pale muyao pale.
"Sister mu..." She was a little surprised. "You don't look well."
"I..." Mu Yao gave a wry smile and looked at her from the mirror. After a long time, she asked, "ah Sheng, he..."
But I don't know where to start - if you tell her the truth, will it frighten her?
She hesitated for a moment, her pale pupils cleared up If he bullies you, you come to me. Don't bear it. Do you know? "
Ling Miaomiao chuckled.
She held Mu Yao's hand on her shoulder in her backhand: "sister mu, Mu Sheng may be different from what you see on the surface, but it's not so different. Don't be afraid of him."
“……” Mu Yao was stunned and immediately dumbfounded.
Ling Miaomiao said what she wanted to say first.
She pursed her mouth. The tears under her eyes seemed to be shining under the lamp. "You don't know, ah Sheng, he...""Sister mu," Ling Miaomiao interrupted again, "if your ten-year-old mount suddenly goes crazy, one step forward is the abyss, and the next step is the smooth road, what will you do?"
Muyao pause, subconsciously answer: "nature to rein in."
"It's very dangerous. In fact, you can throw the reins away and jump off the horse and let it run down on its own."
"But if I can pull the reins, why don't I try? I've been together for ten years, and I think I've got the same heart and nature. Even if I'm crazy, I shouldn't... "
She stopped suddenly, her mind humming, as if she understood the meaning of her words.
Ling Miaomiao picked up the rouge paper and pressed it on her lips. Her eyes were bright with water. Her bright red lips were slightly raised. She looked in the mirror and said, "please pull him. Don't let him fall."
*
there are long and delicate tassels on the edge of the red cap, which fall to Ling Miaomiao's chest.
She walked very fast and never learned to move the lotus step gently, so the tassels hanging from her head swayed gently with her steps, as if she were jumping.
When she got out of the sedan chair, Mu Yao carefully held her arm and gently reminded her, "go slowly."
The largest Yuelao temple in Chang'an city is standing in front of it. The thick clouds in the sky are falling down, as if they are full of water vapor. The next second it will rain.
Mu Yao looked up at the thick blue cloud, and there was a trace of worry in her eyes.
"Coming, coming..." A mess of footsteps rang out, is the watch aunt threw away half of the melon seeds yelled, a few people this just in the temporary chair, anxious to keep etiquette.
There is a stone statue of two people high in Yuelao temple. There is a big hole in the roof above the statue, which almost leaks the wind.
A few days ago, they went to the temple keeper to repair the broken roof. As a result, the other party replied: the hole was specially left. As soon as midnight arrived, the moonlight passed through the hole and shone on the statue, and the old moon appeared.
It's impossible to fix it.
My aunt looked up at the hole and saw a small piece of gloomy sky, shivering with cold for a long time I've never seen such a simple wedding.
Ling Miaomiao's wedding dress was specially made. The tailor was clever and left her the size of a cotton padded jacket. She put a small jacket in her red wedding dress and stood there without feeling cold.
Fuling Miaomiao's arm is strong. The familiar plum blossom fragrance comes. She tilts her head slightly. Through the red gauze, she can see the red light of the candles swaying all over the room. She has changed people silently.
A couple walked into the temple hand in hand, walking very slowly.
Their wedding dress is dark, with smooth satin and few pearls. The bride's long skirt is trailing behind her. The dark crimson dress has a kind of languid magnificence with a few wisps of indoor light.
Double row candles swaying in front of the old moon statue, sparking like lights floating in the river.
My cousin cleared his throat: "cough, then..."
In front of my eyes, suddenly a bright, and then "boom -" a thunder resounding through the sky, out of the window of the tree fork was almost blown up by the wind.
My aunt screamed. In this small and shabby temple, except for the bride and groom, everyone was shocked.
Ling Miaomiao looks down at the skirt, and the two round East pearls on the tip of her shoes are shining. She changes her posture a little. He holds her arm tightly, which is not only comfort but also control, cutting off her retreat.
"Don't be afraid." His voice was low.
Ling Miaomiao side head, silent.
"Miss mu, you see, it's going to rain. This..."
Not to mention whether this dilapidated temple can withstand a storm, the hole at the top of the head is just a shield.
"Nothing Hurry up. " Mu Yao sighed helplessly and urged him softly.
All the rituals were speeded up, the thunder outside was more and more urgent, and the relatives at the bottom were also trembling, but mu Sheng was not in a hurry, almost holding her up for three times.
They got up and faced the statue of Yuelao holding the red line. Because of the disrepair, the red thread on Yuelao's hand was damaged by the wind and frost. It looked like he was pulling noodles, stained with the wadding of his hands.
Ling Miaomiao can't help but hook the corner of his mouth.
The young man keenly side his head, silently staring at the back of the hood. Her eyebrows and eyes could only see a vague outline, but he had the illusion that she was happy at the moment.
He dropped his long eyelashes and laughed at himself.
Who is really happy but he is ecstatic.
"Swear." Mu Yao hastily announced the last one.
According to the etiquette of this world, only when both sides make a promise can it be regarded as a rite.
"What am I going to say?" Ling Miaomiao asked for the first sentence of the evening. Her voice was crisp and bright.
Mu Yao was stunned and immediately reminded in a low voice: "this life, never leave, never give up."
"Good." After a pause, she turned to the old moon statue and said slowly, "this life, never leave."The voice fell, but he was silent for a long time. Everyone held their breath and waited for him to repeat. In the room, for a moment, he could only hear the sound of the wind breaking the branches outside.
"Ah Sheng..." Muyao frowned to remind.
“……”
"Ah Sheng!" She urged again.
At last he opened his mouth, but what he said was not a given word.
His eyes were dark, but the corners of his eyes were red, his tone was gloomy, with paranoid Chi: "life and death, entanglement."
At the moment when the last word was uttered, the sky was suddenly bright, and the thunder burst, as if the God of heaven had cracked the sky with a heavy hammer.
Almost at the same time, the sky seems to have broken a big hole, the rainstorm suddenly poured down, "Hua La -"
the outside was surrounded by thick water vapor, and the exclamations of several people were suddenly buried in the loud noise of the world.
*
before the water was poured into the temple, the people gathered around the new people and left the Yuelao temple in a hurry.
Outside, the sky was dim, and the raindrops made countless small vortices on the shallow water.
Ling Miaomiao stopped at the threshold and looked at her precious sheepskin shoes with some hesitation.
Immediately, his waist was held by him, and his body suddenly lightened. He held her horizontally and stepped into the water all over the ground without hesitation.
The crimson and soft skirt is folded in a pile on his hand, and the long back is dangling at his feet. Ah Yi is struggling to hold an umbrella for a new couple and staggers along with Mu Sheng.
The young man slightly lifted his eyelids, black eyes also let the water vapor soak some wet, plain way: "give your miss play on the line."
"Oh..." Ah Yi glanced at him and tilted his umbrella.
Mu Sheng lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and stuffed her in. Her bent back was soaked, showing a deeper color.
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It took a whole day to make the wedding dress. In the evening, Ling Miaomiao couldn't open her eyes. If you want to get married in three days, it means that the wedding dress can't be so delicate and delicate. It's too late for embroidery to drop beads. You have to strive for simple and generous cutting. Aunt Biao devoted herself to her work and brought a gift from thousands of miles away - a pair of rare embroidered shoes in a box, with round Dongzhu on the tips of her feet. It is said that the soles of the shoes are made of sheepskin, which is extremely soft, but the material is too delicate to touch water. It is one of the dowries given by Lingyu's mother's family. When the weather was cold, Ling Miaomiao was walking in the room wearing it. The skirt was shining like two full moons below. Half dressed in shoes, she sat on the bed with her arms outstretched and asked the tailor to check her arm length for the third time. At the end of the measurement, the door creaked and opened, showing the shadow of Mu Sheng. Without hesitation, he came in. The tailor found that the boy didn't mean to avoid anything, and the girl was used to it. She didn't even lift her face. She was a little surprised. She took the ruler, nodded and left in a hurry. Mu Sheng is very busy these two days. Although the marriage has been simplified, he still has a lot of things to take care of on his desk. He has been running around all day. He didn't find time to see Ling Miaomiao until the evening. She leans sleepless on the bed, and her half worn shoes fall to the ground with a click. He squats down, grabs her ankles, and puts them on. His fingers were a little cold and covered her ankles, which suddenly woke her up. She lowered her head and murmured at her from the bottom up. Under the long and dense eyelashes of the young man is the pure black pupil. The eye shape is like a smooth brush of thick ink. It raises a small point at the end of the eye. The end of the eye is slightly red and charming. From this angle, his beauty is more sharp and innocent. "Yuelao temple, is that what you think?" His voice was so low that it was almost like sleeping. Ling Miaomiao leaned on the bed pillar: "well." His eyelashes trembled for a moment, and a streamer flashed in his eyes: "why?" "What, why?" She rubbed her sore arm and yawned. "Why be simple, why The day after tomorrow? " There was a rare sense of perplexity in his tone, as if he was really pressing for her help. She crooked the corner of her mouth, raised her chin, and her tone was like laughing: "isn't Ziqi in a hurry?" He suddenly stood up and stroked her face gently. For a long time, he even laughed vaguely, like looking at the dying flowers in the glass bottle: "if you really are That's all Ling Miaomiao frowned: "you are fake." He slightly a meal, white jade like face close to the past, very restrained to shout: "wonderful." He raised his face, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if nervously looking forward to comfort. It's a very pious gesture. Ling Miaomiao looked at him for a long time. His index finger touched his mouth, stained with scarlet lipstick, and pressed his lower lip. * the wedding ceremony, which is in a hurry, has been gloomy since early morning. There are big clouds gathering in the sky, and the stuffy moisture is floating in the air. In Chang'an, where the air is crisp in autumn, I can smell the smell of moldy wood furniture. In the mirror, Jin Bu Yao shakes silently like a swing. Mu Yao's slender fingers shuttle between her chestnut hair, reaching out to put on her complicated head. Gold Phoenix holding beads, the delicate string of beads chain, hanging in the forehead, the last small bead just printed in the heart of the bright red flower. Mu Yao pursed her lips and looked at the person in the mirror. Ling Miaomiao looked down at her fingers. Her eyelashes were drooping and her eyes were rarely raised with red makeup. She had not had time to put on her red lips. Ordinary little Jasper in this moment, will bring a trace of usual charm. "Wonderful You see? " She held Ling Miaomiao's shoulder strangely. Ling Miaomiao seriously looked into the mirror. Her bright red face, peach cheeks and apricot eyes made her pale muyao pale. "Sister mu..." She was a little surprised. "You don't look well." "I..." Mu Yao gave a wry smile and looked at her from the mirror. After a long time, she asked, "ah Sheng, he..." But I don't know where to start - if you tell her the truth, will it frighten her? She hesitated for a moment, her pale pupils cleared up If he bullies you, you come to me. Don't bear it. Do you know? " Ling Miaomiao chuckled. She held Mu Yao's hand on her shoulder in her backhand: "sister mu, Mu Sheng may be different from what you see on the surface, but it's not so different. Don't be afraid of him." Mu Yao was stunned and immediately dumbfounded. Ling Miaomiao said what she wanted to say first. She pursed her mouth. The tears under her eyes seemed to be shining under the lamp. "You don't know, ah Sheng, he...""Sister mu," Ling Miaomiao interrupted again, "if your ten-year-old mount suddenly goes crazy, one step forward is the abyss, and the next step is the smooth road, what will you do?" Muyao pause, subconsciously answer: "nature to rein in." "It's very dangerous. In fact, you can throw the reins away and jump off the horse and let it run down on its own." "But if I can pull the reins, why don't I try? I've been together for ten years, and I think I've got the same heart and nature. Even if I'm crazy, I shouldn't... " She stopped suddenly, her mind humming, as if she understood the meaning of her words. Ling Miaomiao picked up the rouge paper and pressed it on her lips. Her eyes were bright with water. Her bright red lips were slightly raised. She looked in the mirror and said, "please pull him. Don't let him fall." * there are long and delicate tassels on the edge of the red cap, which fall to Ling Miaomiao's chest. She walked very fast and never learned to move the lotus step gently, so the tassels hanging from her head swayed gently with her steps, as if she were jumping. When she got out of the sedan chair, Mu Yao carefully held her arm and gently reminded her, "go slowly." The largest Yuelao temple in Chang'an city is standing in front of it. The thick clouds in the sky are falling down, as if they are full of water vapor. The next second it will rain. Mu Yao looked up at the thick blue cloud, and there was a trace of worry in her eyes. "Coming, coming..." A mess of footsteps rang out, is the watch aunt threw away half of the melon seeds yelled, a few people this just in the temporary chair, anxious to keep etiquette. There is a stone statue of two people high in Yuelao temple. There is a big hole in the roof above the statue, which almost leaks the wind. A few days ago, they went to the temple keeper to repair the broken roof. As a result, the other party replied: the hole was specially left. As soon as midnight arrived, the moonlight passed through the hole and shone on the statue, and the old moon appeared. It's impossible to fix it. My aunt looked up at the hole and saw a small piece of gloomy sky, shivering with cold for a long time I've never seen such a simple wedding. Ling Miaomiao's wedding dress was specially made. The tailor was clever and left her the size of a cotton padded jacket. She put a small jacket in her red wedding dress and stood there without feeling cold. Fuling Miaomiao's arm is strong. The familiar plum blossom fragrance comes. She tilts her head slightly. Through the red gauze, she can see the red light of the candles swaying all over the room. She has changed people silently. A couple walked into the temple hand in hand, walking very slowly. Their wedding dress is dark, with smooth satin and few pearls. The bride's long skirt is trailing behind her. The dark crimson dress has a kind of languid magnificence with a few wisps of indoor light. Double row candles swaying in front of the old moon statue, sparking like lights floating in the river. My cousin cleared his throat: "cough, then..." In front of my eyes, suddenly a bright, and then "boom -" a thunder resounding through the sky, out of the window of the tree fork was almost blown up by the wind. My aunt screamed. In this small and shabby temple, except for the bride and groom, everyone was shocked. Ling Miaomiao looks down at the skirt, and the two round East pearls on the tip of her shoes are shining. She changes her posture a little. He holds her arm tightly, which is not only comfort but also control, cutting off her retreat. "Don't be afraid." His voice was low. Ling Miaomiao side head, silent. "Miss mu, you see, it's going to rain. This..." Not to mention whether this dilapidated temple can withstand a storm, the hole at the top of the head is just a shield. "Nothing Hurry up. " Mu Yao sighed helplessly and urged him softly. All the rituals were speeded up, the thunder outside was more and more urgent, and the relatives at the bottom were also trembling, but mu Sheng was not in a hurry, almost holding her up for three times. They got up and faced the statue of Yuelao holding the red line. Because of the disrepair, the red thread on Yuelao's hand was damaged by the wind and frost. It looked like he was pulling noodles, stained with the wadding of his hands. Ling Miaomiao can't help but hook the corner of his mouth. The young man keenly side his head, silently staring at the back of the hood. Her eyebrows and eyes could only see a vague outline, but he had the illusion that she was happy at the moment. He dropped his long eyelashes and laughed at himself. Who is really happy but he is ecstatic. "Swear." Mu Yao hastily announced the last one. According to the etiquette of this world, only when both sides make a promise can it be regarded as a rite. "What am I going to say?" Ling Miaomiao asked for the first sentence of the evening. Her voice was crisp and bright. Mu Yao was stunned and immediately reminded in a low voice: "this life, never leave, never give up." "Good." After a pause, she turned to the old moon statue and said slowly, "this life, never leave."The voice fell, but he was silent for a long time. Everyone held their breath and waited for him to repeat. In the room, for a moment, he could only hear the sound of the wind breaking the branches outside. "Ah Sheng..." Muyao frowned to remind. "Ah Sheng!" She urged again. At last he opened his mouth, but what he said was not a given word. His eyes were dark, but the corners of his eyes were red, his tone was gloomy, with paranoid Chi: "life and death, entanglement." At the moment when the last word was uttered, the sky was suddenly bright, and the thunder burst, as if the God of heaven had cracked the sky with a heavy hammer. Almost at the same time, the sky seems to have broken a big hole, the rainstorm suddenly poured down, "Hua La -" the outside was surrounded by thick water vapor, and the exclamations of several people were suddenly buried in the loud noise of the world. * before the water was poured into the temple, the people gathered around the new people and left the Yuelao temple in a hurry. Outside, the sky was dim, and the raindrops made countless small vortices on the shallow water. Ling Miaomiao stopped at the threshold and looked at her precious sheepskin shoes with some hesitation. Immediately, his waist was held by him, and his body suddenly lightened. He held her horizontally and stepped into the water all over the ground without hesitation. The crimson and soft skirt is folded in a pile on his hand, and the long back is dangling at his feet. Ah Yi is struggling to hold an umbrella for a new couple and staggers along with Mu Sheng. The young man slightly lifted his eyelids, black eyes also let the water vapor soak some wet, plain way: "give your miss play on the line." "Oh..." Ah Yi glanced at him and tilted his umbrella. Mu Sheng lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and stuffed her in. Her bent back was soaked, showing a deeper color. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
