Chapter 86: 86
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There are twice as many candles in the guest room as usual. There are rows of red candles on the desk, on the head of the bed and even in the corner of the wall. The room is full of light, almost dizzy.
The tent was changed into a beautiful red, Ling Miaomiao sat quietly on the bed, and her skirt was exaggerated on the ground, which made her look like a small ball of huge petals.
She didn't get wet in the rain.
Mu Sheng changed his wet clothes and went back to the house. He cut out half the candles along the road.
All of a sudden, the room darkened. Only the circle around the bride was bright. The yellow light was shining on the dark red satin, showing a warm luster.
His fingers lifted the hood to reveal the girl's face with red makeup.
The color of her lips faded, but her aggressive and gorgeous feeling disappeared. Her eyes were bright, and her eyes and cheeks were all intoxicating scarlet. A string of bright pearls hung on her mother of pearl, like a delicate peach blossom.
The young man looked at her face for a long time, and a cold and satisfied smile appeared at the bottom of his eyes: "do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"
“……”
He turned around and sat down beside her slowly. He took her fingers and put them on his lips to kiss. He was almost pleading: "Miaomiao, please call me."
She looked at him, but kept silent and sat beside him like a wooden man.
He couldn't wait for a response. He sighed, his eyes were dark, and his eyes were blurred and complicated.
After a while, he lowered his eyelashes and untied the tie of her cloak. The wide sleeves of crimson color fell from behind, and he was still wearing an apricot coat.
His action pause, mouth slightly tilted, seems to be sarcastic, said to himself: "I still remember not to freeze."
Ling Miaomiao was still wearing his cloak on his sleeve. He looked down at his little coat and did nothing.
He then unbuttoned her little jacket and took it off from her shoulder. Inside, there was a pure white silk skirt with two delicate silver thread chrysanthemums embroidered on her shoulders.
Ling Miaomiao doesn't like to wear heavy clothes. When she goes out, she always wears the summer Ru skirt inside all the year round. I don't know where she learned the trouble.
The Ru skirt of Jiangnan daughter's family is always very thin, almost half revealing white shoulders and arms.
"I do Are you not afraid? " He pinched her jaw and looked at her.
The girl's face was thin, but because she was too thin, she suddenly shivered, and the beads on her head swayed from side to side.
It seems that he can't bear it any longer. With a circle of arms, he pressed people into his arms. With his right hand, he lifted the string of delicate beads on her head, and lowered his eyebrow to kiss the delicate flower on her forehead.
The kiss stayed for a long time, until her lips became cold and hot. Ling Miaomiao suspected that he was going to sleep close to her forehead.
Immediately, he released his hand, opened the quilt, put her in, raised his hand and waved out all the candles.
There was only moonlight in the room, and he gathered himself in the darkness.
Ling Miaomiao has already said that he is lying on the ground. He is still sitting in a tight posture, which is no different from his usual sitting posture of leaning under a tree and sleeping with his eyes open. He doesn't move and seems to be frozen into ice by the frost like moonlight.
Outside the window, thunderstorm, torrential rain beat the window, creaking.
He looked up at the red top of the tent and waited for the dawn in confusion.
It's really only seven days of sweet mixed with poison. Seven days is too short. It's gone in the blink of an eye.
After daybreak, will it be a break or resentment?
He took everything according to the bill, which he owed her.
But if you want to let go, it's impossible.
*
the thin fingers feel up and touch his legs, like insects crawling. After a long time, her chin is on the pillow. He was like a frozen man sitting there, and suddenly he felt something.
The girl blinked in the dark, her voice was very crisp: "are you still sleeping?"
“……” He suddenly bowed his head, Ling Miaomiao also sat up and looked at him, under the moonlight, her eyes were clear and bright, and there was a sneer in her eyes.
"Miaomiao..." The young man's eyes were dull for a moment. She reached out to touch her face. She turned her head to avoid it. The light in her eyes was like a sharp sword.
He suddenly froze and felt the ice water pouring through from beginning to end.
Did you wake up early? Or
She gave him a sneer and looked at him for a long time, with a huge sneer in her smile: "you like to hear me say 'I like Ziqi' so much, how many times can I tell you?"
His face suddenly pale, two pills pupil dark moist, the whole person is like a poke on the broken soap bubble.
She I woke up a long time ago.
The humiliation, control and confinement of these days are all in front of her, and all his meanness, unbearable and inferiority are completely exposed in front of her eyes
His fingers began to shake uncontrollably.
This moment, the original situation turned upside down.On the basis of the declining trend, he was once again defeated.
Ling Miaomiao saw that he had solidified into a picture, and the anger in his eyes had faded away. His wet black eyes were full of panic. He was as fragile as a paper man. After seven days of breath, he couldn't bear to ridicule any more.
She took off her cloak and coat from her arms, threw them aside, and quickly got into the warm quilt.
No I'm not afraid of him
Mu Sheng finally managed to regain his consciousness in a myriad of thoughts. He sat still, a thrill of joy climbed to his heart. His long eyelashes trembled, as if he was not sure: "then you And you're willing to marry me... "
"Don't think too much." Miaomiao interrupted, took off the heavy head from the sideburns, put it on the back, pillowed the loose hair, turned to him, eyes shining: "when you die, I will marry brother Liu."
As if he had been doused with a basin of cold water, the boy's face changed again and again, and his body was trembling slightly.
"So," she said, her eyelashes trembling slightly and closing sleepily. Her tone was so crisp that she couldn't tell whether it was irony or advice. "You'd better cherish your life and don't die."
“……” The brain is a complete mess.
"And tomorrow you'll be sleeping on the floor."
He was silent for a few seconds. His dark eyes stared at her pink face without blinking. Finally, he extracted the key words from the confusion: "what about today?"
If she does not commit suicide, does not leave, does not divorce, even does not quarrel, has already destroyed the defensive wall which he establishes with difficulty thoroughly.
The happiness of survival is like a drowning man taking a big breath of air in his lungs, regardless of whether it is a mirage or not.
Ling Miaomiao snorted, turned over and turned his back to him. His soft long hair was spread on the bed. He was a little sleepy, and his voice was wilting: "forget it today, make do with it for one night."
He opened the quilt and lay down in silence. When he got close to her, his heart began to beat disorderly.
Her white neck was close at hand. He quietly took a strand of hair on the bed, rubbed it in his hand, and then put it on the tip of his nose to smell it. Her eyes were slightly blurred. The fragrance of Gardenia covered the whole tent.
He finally calmed down, cool brain, but the heart is silent boiling.
She is alive and real.
Make him Mind does not belong, and cowardly approach.
*
the sun is in the sky.
When Ling Miaomiao sat in front of the dressing table, he couldn't help yawning.
On her wedding night, the Black Lotus quietly played with her hair all night, which made her feel restless and uneasy.
So when she saw him in the mirror, she held her face and looked out of the window.
The branches and leaves of the big tree were washed by the rain, green and dripping, and the dense canopy was like a green cloud outside the second floor window.
Mu Sheng looked at the girl lying on the dressing table. Her hair was always tied in two upraised buns. She was smart and pretty. He seldom saw the appearance before she combed her hair. Some of her chestnut soft hair fell down on her cheeks, and the rest on her back, revealing the tip of her ears like white jade, which made her very clever and supple.
He went to her back, picked up the comb and put it close to her hair. Ling Miaomiao immediately tightened his back and glared at him: "what are you doing?"
The young man pursed his lips and showed a trace of grievance in his black eyes: "comb your hair."
"I don't have hands myself..." She saw from the mirror his instant low look, suddenly stopped, waved his hand, "OK, comb, comb."
He held the oak comb in his pale hand, from top to bottom. Her hair was smooth and soft in his palm. He fondled it for a long time, then dipped it in the water on the dressing table.
Ling Miaomiao blocked his arm and saw her trembling eyelashes from behind: "you have too much."
"Is it?"
"You see," Ling Miaomiao raised her chin and looked painfully at the half bottle of poor hairdressing water, "this bottle is almost used up by you."
He looked at Ling Miaomiao holding his hand and carefully wiping the excess water from the comb with a handkerchief. His action was light and soft. He couldn't help but suddenly bent down to encircle her and put his chin on the top of her hair.
“…… Just comb your hair. What's that for? " Ling Miaomiao's action froze, and quickly hit him with his elbow, "get up."
He got up reluctantly and seemed to have more than enough to say: "it smells good."
Ling Miaomiao glared at him from the mirror: "incense? You said before that the smell is too much and it's disgusting. In order not to disgust, you'd better smell less. "
“……” The young man's eyes moved and did not say a word. He pursed his lips and continued to comb her long hair. There seemed to be some restrained grievances on his face.
Ling Miaomiao wipes the mother of pearl from her head with a wet soft cloth. Due to the limited conditions, the wedding ceremony is simple. This forehead flower is not pasted, but painted by herself with a pen.
"That's right." Her black and white eyes blinked, focused on looking at the mirror, while wiping the way, "don't kiss this in the future, this is cinnabar, eat poisoning."“……” He made a sudden movement, his drooping eyelashes trembling.
After a long time, Ling Miaomiao couldn't hear his answer. She raised her eyes and noticed that his ears were red.
*
marriage is just a small matter in life for a demon hunter. A few days later, the two teams waved goodbye and went to their respective destinations.
Taicang and Wufang need to go south. Without Liu Fuyi's leading group and Ling Miaomiao's delegation, there was a common route.
Before she got off the boat, aunt Biao held Miaomiao's hand and quickly talked about the women's morality and training all the way. Ling Miaomiao listened silently while she ran to God, and from time to time coordinated with her head.
"In my opinion, we don't need them."
With a conclusion, my aunt denied the previous passage and held her arm intimately. She looked back at the murmur standing on the deck from a distance, with satisfaction in her eyes.
Mu Sheng's black robe horn was flying in the strong wind. The fog on the river covered his back. The young man at the bow of the boat stood in the fog, plain and delicate, as if he wanted to go back in the wind.
"You don't marry ordinary people, wonderful." She clapped her hands with exaggeration, "after you get married, you'll have fun, but you'll walk around vigorously - when a woman marries someone and has a baby, she'll be trapped by her family's strong points. No one is like you. She's more free than when she was a girl."
Her tone of admiration, eyes with a little wet tears, "happy life is the most important.". The children are not in a hurry, and the family is not in a hurry. It's good to follow my uncle to see more about the outside world. We'll live in a small yard for the rest of our lives. "
Listening to her words, it seems that she has placed all her fascination on Miaomiao.
My uncle was listening. He twisted his beard more and more frequently. At last, he opened his mouth sour: "ha! Don't say, teach bad children It's like how wronged you are to marry me. "
Aunt Biao glanced at him in disgust and crossed her waist. "You didn't look as good as your new uncle sanfenjun. I married you. Don't you feel aggrieved?"
Two people skillfully mix up the mouth, labouring into the cabin.
In the middle of the quarrel, aunt Biao seized the opportunity to shout from afar: "Miaomiao, remember to take my uncle home to your father as soon as possible --"
"ah." Ling Miaomiao stood beside the cabin, hugged the luggage in her arms, waved, and finally told ah Yi, "go back and tell Dad, and when we come back from Wufang Town, we will go back to see him."
A Yi listens, the facial expression is a bit reluctant: "got it."
Mu Sheng came and stood beside her, looking at her: "off the boat."
The ship stopped in Wufang Town, and the fog came. The whole town seemed to be on the water, and there was only thick fog on the wharf, but no human shadow.
Long lasting fog and vast water vapor make it look like it is half asleep and half awake.
Ling Miaomiao looks at Mu Sheng's dark and moist eyes, and instantly understands where his wet eyes came from.
Regardless of the genes given by parents, after all, one side of the soil and water support another side of the people.
"Give me the luggage." The young man looked at her with a low eyebrow and stretched out his hand. There was a kind of gentle pleading in his tone.
Ling Miaomiao shoved the package to him, lifted the skirt and got off the boat with him.
His back was taut, with the vigilance and vigilance of a new strange environment. Only the bright hair band on his high hair seemed to be relaxed and swayed lazily by the wind.
Ling Miaomiao sighed slightly.
Ziqi, I don't know yet -
here is actually your hometown.
(end of the third volume)
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There are twice as many candles in the guest room as usual. There are rows of red candles on the desk, on the head of the bed and even in the corner of the wall. The room is full of light, almost dizzy.
The tent was changed into a beautiful red, Ling Miaomiao sat quietly on the bed, and her skirt was exaggerated on the ground, which made her look like a small ball of huge petals.
She didn't get wet in the rain.
Mu Sheng changed his wet clothes and went back to the house. He cut out half the candles along the road.
All of a sudden, the room darkened. Only the circle around the bride was bright. The yellow light was shining on the dark red satin, showing a warm luster.
His fingers lifted the hood to reveal the girl's face with red makeup.
The color of her lips faded, but her aggressive and gorgeous feeling disappeared. Her eyes were bright, and her eyes and cheeks were all intoxicating scarlet. A string of bright pearls hung on her mother of pearl, like a delicate peach blossom.
The young man looked at her face for a long time, and a cold and satisfied smile appeared at the bottom of his eyes: "do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"
“……”
He turned around and sat down beside her slowly. He took her fingers and put them on his lips to kiss. He was almost pleading: "Miaomiao, please call me."
She looked at him, but kept silent and sat beside him like a wooden man.
He couldn't wait for a response. He sighed, his eyes were dark, and his eyes were blurred and complicated.
After a while, he lowered his eyelashes and untied the tie of her cloak. The wide sleeves of crimson color fell from behind, and he was still wearing an apricot coat.
His action pause, mouth slightly tilted, seems to be sarcastic, said to himself: "I still remember not to freeze."
Ling Miaomiao was still wearing his cloak on his sleeve. He looked down at his little coat and did nothing.
He then unbuttoned her little jacket and took it off from her shoulder. Inside, there was a pure white silk skirt with two delicate silver thread chrysanthemums embroidered on her shoulders.
Ling Miaomiao doesn't like to wear heavy clothes. When she goes out, she always wears the summer Ru skirt inside all the year round. I don't know where she learned the trouble.
The Ru skirt of Jiangnan daughter's family is always very thin, almost half revealing white shoulders and arms.
"I do Are you not afraid? " He pinched her jaw and looked at her.
The girl's face was thin, but because she was too thin, she suddenly shivered, and the beads on her head swayed from side to side.
It seems that he can't bear it any longer. With a circle of arms, he pressed people into his arms. With his right hand, he lifted the string of delicate beads on her head, and lowered his eyebrow to kiss the delicate flower on her forehead.
The kiss stayed for a long time, until her lips became cold and hot. Ling Miaomiao suspected that he was going to sleep close to her forehead.
Immediately, he released his hand, opened the quilt, put her in, raised his hand and waved out all the candles.
There was only moonlight in the room, and he gathered himself in the darkness.
Ling Miaomiao has already said that he is lying on the ground. He is still sitting in a tight posture, which is no different from his usual sitting posture of leaning under a tree and sleeping with his eyes open. He doesn't move and seems to be frozen into ice by the frost like moonlight.
Outside the window, thunderstorm, torrential rain beat the window, creaking.
He looked up at the red top of the tent and waited for the dawn in confusion.
It's really only seven days of sweet mixed with poison. Seven days is too short. It's gone in the blink of an eye.
After daybreak, will it be a break or resentment?
He took everything according to the bill, which he owed her.
But if you want to let go, it's impossible.
*
the thin fingers feel up and touch his legs, like insects crawling. After a long time, her chin is on the pillow. He was like a frozen man sitting there, and suddenly he felt something.
The girl blinked in the dark, her voice was very crisp: "are you still sleeping?"
“……” He suddenly bowed his head, Ling Miaomiao also sat up and looked at him, under the moonlight, her eyes were clear and bright, and there was a sneer in her eyes.
"Miaomiao..." The young man's eyes were dull for a moment. She reached out to touch her face. She turned her head to avoid it. The light in her eyes was like a sharp sword.
He suddenly froze and felt the ice water pouring through from beginning to end.
Did you wake up early? Or
She gave him a sneer and looked at him for a long time, with a huge sneer in her smile: "you like to hear me say 'I like Ziqi' so much, how many times can I tell you?"
His face suddenly pale, two pills pupil dark moist, the whole person is like a poke on the broken soap bubble.
She I woke up a long time ago.
The humiliation, control and confinement of these days are all in front of her, and all his meanness, unbearable and inferiority are completely exposed in front of her eyes
His fingers began to shake uncontrollably.
This moment, the original situation turned upside down.On the basis of the declining trend, he was once again defeated.
Ling Miaomiao saw that he had solidified into a picture, and the anger in his eyes had faded away. His wet black eyes were full of panic. He was as fragile as a paper man. After seven days of breath, he couldn't bear to ridicule any more.
She took off her cloak and coat from her arms, threw them aside, and quickly got into the warm quilt.
No I'm not afraid of him
Mu Sheng finally managed to regain his consciousness in a myriad of thoughts. He sat still, a thrill of joy climbed to his heart. His long eyelashes trembled, as if he was not sure: "then you And you're willing to marry me... "
"Don't think too much." Miaomiao interrupted, took off the heavy head from the sideburns, put it on the back, pillowed the loose hair, turned to him, eyes shining: "when you die, I will marry brother Liu."
As if he had been doused with a basin of cold water, the boy's face changed again and again, and his body was trembling slightly.
"So," she said, her eyelashes trembling slightly and closing sleepily. Her tone was so crisp that she couldn't tell whether it was irony or advice. "You'd better cherish your life and don't die."
“……” The brain is a complete mess.
"And tomorrow you'll be sleeping on the floor."
He was silent for a few seconds. His dark eyes stared at her pink face without blinking. Finally, he extracted the key words from the confusion: "what about today?"
If she does not commit suicide, does not leave, does not divorce, even does not quarrel, has already destroyed the defensive wall which he establishes with difficulty thoroughly.
The happiness of survival is like a drowning man taking a big breath of air in his lungs, regardless of whether it is a mirage or not.
Ling Miaomiao snorted, turned over and turned his back to him. His soft long hair was spread on the bed. He was a little sleepy, and his voice was wilting: "forget it today, make do with it for one night."
He opened the quilt and lay down in silence. When he got close to her, his heart began to beat disorderly.
Her white neck was close at hand. He quietly took a strand of hair on the bed, rubbed it in his hand, and then put it on the tip of his nose to smell it. Her eyes were slightly blurred. The fragrance of Gardenia covered the whole tent.
He finally calmed down, cool brain, but the heart is silent boiling.
She is alive and real.
Make him Mind does not belong, and cowardly approach.
*
the sun is in the sky.
When Ling Miaomiao sat in front of the dressing table, he couldn't help yawning.
On her wedding night, the Black Lotus quietly played with her hair all night, which made her feel restless and uneasy.
So when she saw him in the mirror, she held her face and looked out of the window.
The branches and leaves of the big tree were washed by the rain, green and dripping, and the dense canopy was like a green cloud outside the second floor window.
Mu Sheng looked at the girl lying on the dressing table. Her hair was always tied in two upraised buns. She was smart and pretty. He seldom saw the appearance before she combed her hair. Some of her chestnut soft hair fell down on her cheeks, and the rest on her back, revealing the tip of her ears like white jade, which made her very clever and supple.
He went to her back, picked up the comb and put it close to her hair. Ling Miaomiao immediately tightened his back and glared at him: "what are you doing?"
The young man pursed his lips and showed a trace of grievance in his black eyes: "comb your hair."
"I don't have hands myself..." She saw from the mirror his instant low look, suddenly stopped, waved his hand, "OK, comb, comb."
He held the oak comb in his pale hand, from top to bottom. Her hair was smooth and soft in his palm. He fondled it for a long time, then dipped it in the water on the dressing table.
Ling Miaomiao blocked his arm and saw her trembling eyelashes from behind: "you have too much."
"Is it?"
"You see," Ling Miaomiao raised her chin and looked painfully at the half bottle of poor hairdressing water, "this bottle is almost used up by you."
He looked at Ling Miaomiao holding his hand and carefully wiping the excess water from the comb with a handkerchief. His action was light and soft. He couldn't help but suddenly bent down to encircle her and put his chin on the top of her hair.
“…… Just comb your hair. What's that for? " Ling Miaomiao's action froze, and quickly hit him with his elbow, "get up."
He got up reluctantly and seemed to have more than enough to say: "it smells good."
Ling Miaomiao glared at him from the mirror: "incense? You said before that the smell is too much and it's disgusting. In order not to disgust, you'd better smell less. "
“……” The young man's eyes moved and did not say a word. He pursed his lips and continued to comb her long hair. There seemed to be some restrained grievances on his face.
Ling Miaomiao wipes the mother of pearl from her head with a wet soft cloth. Due to the limited conditions, the wedding ceremony is simple. This forehead flower is not pasted, but painted by herself with a pen.
"That's right." Her black and white eyes blinked, focused on looking at the mirror, while wiping the way, "don't kiss this in the future, this is cinnabar, eat poisoning."“……” He made a sudden movement, his drooping eyelashes trembling.
After a long time, Ling Miaomiao couldn't hear his answer. She raised her eyes and noticed that his ears were red.
*
marriage is just a small matter in life for a demon hunter. A few days later, the two teams waved goodbye and went to their respective destinations.
Taicang and Wufang need to go south. Without Liu Fuyi's leading group and Ling Miaomiao's delegation, there was a common route.
Before she got off the boat, aunt Biao held Miaomiao's hand and quickly talked about the women's morality and training all the way. Ling Miaomiao listened silently while she ran to God, and from time to time coordinated with her head.
"In my opinion, we don't need them."
With a conclusion, my aunt denied the previous passage and held her arm intimately. She looked back at the murmur standing on the deck from a distance, with satisfaction in her eyes.
Mu Sheng's black robe horn was flying in the strong wind. The fog on the river covered his back. The young man at the bow of the boat stood in the fog, plain and delicate, as if he wanted to go back in the wind.
"You don't marry ordinary people, wonderful." She clapped her hands with exaggeration, "after you get married, you'll have fun, but you'll walk around vigorously - when a woman marries someone and has a baby, she'll be trapped by her family's strong points. No one is like you. She's more free than when she was a girl."
Her tone of admiration, eyes with a little wet tears, "happy life is the most important.". The children are not in a hurry, and the family is not in a hurry. It's good to follow my uncle to see more about the outside world. We'll live in a small yard for the rest of our lives. "
Listening to her words, it seems that she has placed all her fascination on Miaomiao.
My uncle was listening. He twisted his beard more and more frequently. At last, he opened his mouth sour: "ha! Don't say, teach bad children It's like how wronged you are to marry me. "
Aunt Biao glanced at him in disgust and crossed her waist. "You didn't look as good as your new uncle sanfenjun. I married you. Don't you feel aggrieved?"
Two people skillfully mix up the mouth, labouring into the cabin.
In the middle of the quarrel, aunt Biao seized the opportunity to shout from afar: "Miaomiao, remember to take my uncle home to your father as soon as possible --"
"ah." Ling Miaomiao stood beside the cabin, hugged the luggage in her arms, waved, and finally told ah Yi, "go back and tell Dad, and when we come back from Wufang Town, we will go back to see him."
A Yi listens, the facial expression is a bit reluctant: "got it."
Mu Sheng came and stood beside her, looking at her: "off the boat."
The ship stopped in Wufang Town, and the fog came. The whole town seemed to be on the water, and there was only thick fog on the wharf, but no human shadow.
Long lasting fog and vast water vapor make it look like it is half asleep and half awake.
Ling Miaomiao looks at Mu Sheng's dark and moist eyes, and instantly understands where his wet eyes came from.
Regardless of the genes given by parents, after all, one side of the soil and water support another side of the people.
"Give me the luggage." The young man looked at her with a low eyebrow and stretched out his hand. There was a kind of gentle pleading in his tone.
Ling Miaomiao shoved the package to him, lifted the skirt and got off the boat with him.
His back was taut, with the vigilance and vigilance of a new strange environment. Only the bright hair band on his high hair seemed to be relaxed and swayed lazily by the wind.
Ling Miaomiao sighed slightly.
Ziqi, I don't know yet -
here is actually your hometown.
(end of the third volume)
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There are twice as many candles in the guest room as usual. There are rows of red candles on the desk, on the head of the bed and even in the corner of the wall. The room is full of light, almost dizzy. The tent was changed into a beautiful red, Ling Miaomiao sat quietly on the bed, and her skirt was exaggerated on the ground, which made her look like a small ball of huge petals. She didn't get wet in the rain. Mu Sheng changed his wet clothes and went back to the house. He cut out half the candles along the road. All of a sudden, the room darkened. Only the circle around the bride was bright. The yellow light was shining on the dark red satin, showing a warm luster. His fingers lifted the hood to reveal the girl's face with red makeup. The color of her lips faded, but her aggressive and gorgeous feeling disappeared. Her eyes were bright, and her eyes and cheeks were all intoxicating scarlet. A string of bright pearls hung on her mother of pearl, like a delicate peach blossom. The young man looked at her face for a long time, and a cold and satisfied smile appeared at the bottom of his eyes: "do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?" He turned around and sat down beside her slowly. He took her fingers and put them on his lips to kiss. He was almost pleading: "Miaomiao, please call me." She looked at him, but kept silent and sat beside him like a wooden man. He couldn't wait for a response. He sighed, his eyes were dark, and his eyes were blurred and complicated. After a while, he lowered his eyelashes and untied the tie of her cloak. The wide sleeves of crimson color fell from behind, and he was still wearing an apricot coat. His action pause, mouth slightly tilted, seems to be sarcastic, said to himself: "I still remember not to freeze." Ling Miaomiao was still wearing his cloak on his sleeve. He looked down at his little coat and did nothing. He then unbuttoned her little jacket and took it off from her shoulder. Inside, there was a pure white silk skirt with two delicate silver thread chrysanthemums embroidered on her shoulders. Ling Miaomiao doesn't like to wear heavy clothes. When she goes out, she always wears the summer Ru skirt inside all the year round. I don't know where she learned the trouble. The Ru skirt of Jiangnan daughter's family is always very thin, almost half revealing white shoulders and arms. "I do Are you not afraid? " He pinched her jaw and looked at her. The girl's face was thin, but because she was too thin, she suddenly shivered, and the beads on her head swayed from side to side. It seems that he can't bear it any longer. With a circle of arms, he pressed people into his arms. With his right hand, he lifted the string of delicate beads on her head, and lowered his eyebrow to kiss the delicate flower on her forehead. The kiss stayed for a long time, until her lips became cold and hot. Ling Miaomiao suspected that he was going to sleep close to her forehead. Immediately, he released his hand, opened the quilt, put her in, raised his hand and waved out all the candles. There was only moonlight in the room, and he gathered himself in the darkness. Ling Miaomiao has already said that he is lying on the ground. He is still sitting in a tight posture, which is no different from his usual sitting posture of leaning under a tree and sleeping with his eyes open. He doesn't move and seems to be frozen into ice by the frost like moonlight. Outside the window, thunderstorm, torrential rain beat the window, creaking. He looked up at the red top of the tent and waited for the dawn in confusion. It's really only seven days of sweet mixed with poison. Seven days is too short. It's gone in the blink of an eye. After daybreak, will it be a break or resentment? He took everything according to the bill, which he owed her. But if you want to let go, it's impossible. * the thin fingers feel up and touch his legs, like insects crawling. After a long time, her chin is on the pillow. He was like a frozen man sitting there, and suddenly he felt something. The girl blinked in the dark, her voice was very crisp: "are you still sleeping?" He suddenly bowed his head, Ling Miaomiao also sat up and looked at him, under the moonlight, her eyes were clear and bright, and there was a sneer in her eyes. "Miaomiao..." The young man's eyes were dull for a moment. She reached out to touch her face. She turned her head to avoid it. The light in her eyes was like a sharp sword. He suddenly froze and felt the ice water pouring through from beginning to end. Did you wake up early? Or She gave him a sneer and looked at him for a long time, with a huge sneer in her smile: "you like to hear me say 'I like Ziqi' so much, how many times can I tell you?" His face suddenly pale, two pills pupil dark moist, the whole person is like a poke on the broken soap bubble. She I woke up a long time ago. The humiliation, control and confinement of these days are all in front of her, and all his meanness, unbearable and inferiority are completely exposed in front of her eyes His fingers began to shake uncontrollably. This moment, the original situation turned upside down.On the basis of the declining trend, he was once again defeated. Ling Miaomiao saw that he had solidified into a picture, and the anger in his eyes had faded away. His wet black eyes were full of panic. He was as fragile as a paper man. After seven days of breath, he couldn't bear to ridicule any more. She took off her cloak and coat from her arms, threw them aside, and quickly got into the warm quilt. No I'm not afraid of him Mu Sheng finally managed to regain his consciousness in a myriad of thoughts. He sat still, a thrill of joy climbed to his heart. His long eyelashes trembled, as if he was not sure: "then you And you're willing to marry me... " "Don't think too much." Miaomiao interrupted, took off the heavy head from the sideburns, put it on the back, pillowed the loose hair, turned to him, eyes shining: "when you die, I will marry brother Liu." As if he had been doused with a basin of cold water, the boy's face changed again and again, and his body was trembling slightly. "So," she said, her eyelashes trembling slightly and closing sleepily. Her tone was so crisp that she couldn't tell whether it was irony or advice. "You'd better cherish your life and don't die." The brain is a complete mess. "And tomorrow you'll be sleeping on the floor." He was silent for a few seconds. His dark eyes stared at her pink face without blinking. Finally, he extracted the key words from the confusion: "what about today?" If she does not commit suicide, does not leave, does not divorce, even does not quarrel, has already destroyed the defensive wall which he establishes with difficulty thoroughly. The happiness of survival is like a drowning man taking a big breath of air in his lungs, regardless of whether it is a mirage or not. Ling Miaomiao snorted, turned over and turned his back to him. His soft long hair was spread on the bed. He was a little sleepy, and his voice was wilting: "forget it today, make do with it for one night." He opened the quilt and lay down in silence. When he got close to her, his heart began to beat disorderly. Her white neck was close at hand. He quietly took a strand of hair on the bed, rubbed it in his hand, and then put it on the tip of his nose to smell it. Her eyes were slightly blurred. The fragrance of Gardenia covered the whole tent. He finally calmed down, cool brain, but the heart is silent boiling. She is alive and real. Make him Mind does not belong, and cowardly approach. * the sun is in the sky. When Ling Miaomiao sat in front of the dressing table, he couldn't help yawning. On her wedding night, the Black Lotus quietly played with her hair all night, which made her feel restless and uneasy. So when she saw him in the mirror, she held her face and looked out of the window. The branches and leaves of the big tree were washed by the rain, green and dripping, and the dense canopy was like a green cloud outside the second floor window. Mu Sheng looked at the girl lying on the dressing table. Her hair was always tied in two upraised buns. She was smart and pretty. He seldom saw the appearance before she combed her hair. Some of her chestnut soft hair fell down on her cheeks, and the rest on her back, revealing the tip of her ears like white jade, which made her very clever and supple. He went to her back, picked up the comb and put it close to her hair. Ling Miaomiao immediately tightened his back and glared at him: "what are you doing?" The young man pursed his lips and showed a trace of grievance in his black eyes: "comb your hair." "I don't have hands myself..." She saw from the mirror his instant low look, suddenly stopped, waved his hand, "OK, comb, comb." He held the oak comb in his pale hand, from top to bottom. Her hair was smooth and soft in his palm. He fondled it for a long time, then dipped it in the water on the dressing table. Ling Miaomiao blocked his arm and saw her trembling eyelashes from behind: "you have too much." "Is it?" "You see," Ling Miaomiao raised her chin and looked painfully at the half bottle of poor hairdressing water, "this bottle is almost used up by you." He looked at Ling Miaomiao holding his hand and carefully wiping the excess water from the comb with a handkerchief. His action was light and soft. He couldn't help but suddenly bent down to encircle her and put his chin on the top of her hair. Just comb your hair. What's that for? " Ling Miaomiao's action froze, and quickly hit him with his elbow, "get up." He got up reluctantly and seemed to have more than enough to say: "it smells good." Ling Miaomiao glared at him from the mirror: "incense? You said before that the smell is too much and it's disgusting. In order not to disgust, you'd better smell less. " The young man's eyes moved and did not say a word. He pursed his lips and continued to comb her long hair. There seemed to be some restrained grievances on his face. Ling Miaomiao wipes the mother of pearl from her head with a wet soft cloth. Due to the limited conditions, the wedding ceremony is simple. This forehead flower is not pasted, but painted by herself with a pen. "That's right." Her black and white eyes blinked, focused on looking at the mirror, while wiping the way, "don't kiss this in the future, this is cinnabar, eat poisoning." He made a sudden movement, his drooping eyelashes trembling. After a long time, Ling Miaomiao couldn't hear his answer. She raised her eyes and noticed that his ears were red. * marriage is just a small matter in life for a demon hunter. A few days later, the two teams waved goodbye and went to their respective destinations. Taicang and Wufang need to go south. Without Liu Fuyi's leading group and Ling Miaomiao's delegation, there was a common route. Before she got off the boat, aunt Biao held Miaomiao's hand and quickly talked about the women's morality and training all the way. Ling Miaomiao listened silently while she ran to God, and from time to time coordinated with her head. "In my opinion, we don't need them." With a conclusion, my aunt denied the previous passage and held her arm intimately. She looked back at the murmur standing on the deck from a distance, with satisfaction in her eyes. Mu Sheng's black robe horn was flying in the strong wind. The fog on the river covered his back. The young man at the bow of the boat stood in the fog, plain and delicate, as if he wanted to go back in the wind. "You don't marry ordinary people, wonderful." She clapped her hands with exaggeration, "after you get married, you'll have fun, but you'll walk around vigorously - when a woman marries someone and has a baby, she'll be trapped by her family's strong points. No one is like you. She's more free than when she was a girl." Her tone of admiration, eyes with a little wet tears, "happy life is the most important.". The children are not in a hurry, and the family is not in a hurry. It's good to follow my uncle to see more about the outside world. We'll live in a small yard for the rest of our lives. " Listening to her words, it seems that she has placed all her fascination on Miaomiao. My uncle was listening. He twisted his beard more and more frequently. At last, he opened his mouth sour: "ha! Don't say, teach bad children It's like how wronged you are to marry me. " Aunt Biao glanced at him in disgust and crossed her waist. "You didn't look as good as your new uncle sanfenjun. I married you. Don't you feel aggrieved?" Two people skillfully mix up the mouth, labouring into the cabin. In the middle of the quarrel, aunt Biao seized the opportunity to shout from afar: "Miaomiao, remember to take my uncle home to your father as soon as possible --" "ah." Ling Miaomiao stood beside the cabin, hugged the luggage in her arms, waved, and finally told ah Yi, "go back and tell Dad, and when we come back from Wufang Town, we will go back to see him." A Yi listens, the facial expression is a bit reluctant: "got it." Mu Sheng came and stood beside her, looking at her: "off the boat." The ship stopped in Wufang Town, and the fog came. The whole town seemed to be on the water, and there was only thick fog on the wharf, but no human shadow. Long lasting fog and vast water vapor make it look like it is half asleep and half awake. Ling Miaomiao looks at Mu Sheng's dark and moist eyes, and instantly understands where his wet eyes came from. Regardless of the genes given by parents, after all, one side of the soil and water support another side of the people. "Give me the luggage." The young man looked at her with a low eyebrow and stretched out his hand. There was a kind of gentle pleading in his tone. Ling Miaomiao shoved the package to him, lifted the skirt and got off the boat with him. His back was taut, with the vigilance and vigilance of a new strange environment. Only the bright hair band on his high hair seemed to be relaxed and swayed lazily by the wind. Ling Miaomiao sighed slightly. Ziqi, I don't know yet - here is actually your hometown. end of the third volume www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
