The bride price of the Liang family beat the gongs and drums and walked around Beiping City, today the bride price will be raised, and the dowry will be raised tomorrow, this marriage is done vigorously, and I can't wait to tell the people of the city about the marriage of the Liang and Shen families.

"Which family is this married girl, such a row?"

"The second lady of the Shen family in the south of the city has finally come out of the cabinet. ”

"Second Miss Shen, didn't she marry Liang Gongzi a long time ago?"

"I heard that Young Master Liang hid abroad, and Miss Shen Er has always been nameless and scoreless, and she has become an old girl. ”

"What does it mean to hide abroad, Young Master Liang went abroad to recuperate, but it was a bitter infatu......ation for Miss Shen Er."

"But doesn't Young Master Liang like a play?"

"What kind of drama, what kind of yellow calendar is it a hundred years old, Qu Jinghong has already gone crazy......"

“......”

The bride got into the sedan chair and the firecrackers were released, and Miss Shen Er finally confirmed the status of Liang Shao's grandmother.

The big red sedan chair trembled and traveled around Beiping City, where the sedan chair went, the sound of gongs, drums and suona sounded, and the smell of gunpowder smoke left by firecrackers diffused in the streets and alleys. Inside and outside the house, the lights are colored with the word "Xi" in red, the sound of clinking glasses and the sound of talking and laughing are mixed together, and there is a lively and lively everywhere, only Wang Balou is cold.

The cell underground was still cold and damp, and Qu Jinghong was curled up on the thatch, turning over with difficulty, his hands and feet cold.

Her lips chapped and she struggled against the wall, trying to prop herself up.

The bride invited the newlyweds out of the sedan chair, and the bride was supported by someone and walked in along a long red wedding cloth, covering her red hijab and bowing down.

"Worship heaven and earth. ”

Young Master Liang was wearing a finch hat, but his face was wooden on a happy day.

They each clinged to one end of the ceremonial flower, their bodies next to each other, but their hearts seemed to be thousands of miles apart.

"Two worship high halls. ”

Old lady Liang sat on the wine table, as if he had finally settled a matter on his mind, and he poured himself a glass of wine with satisfaction.

Qu Jinghong purred through her throat like a trapped beast, her hand holding the wall couldn't support the weight of her body, her knees went limp, and she fell to her knees.

The squeaky gray rat is competing with her for the same spoiled steamed bun.

"Husband and wife worship each other. ”

Liang Fusheng turned to face the bride with a red hijab.

He bowed down and bowed, but what came to mind was Lu Gou Xiaoyue that year, Qu Jinghong wearing a costume and stepping on the top of the stone lion's head.

The snow-white sleeves of water fell down, and he opened his arms to carry her down, as if embraced along with the bright moonlight.

In the dimly lit cell of "Liang ......", Qu Jinghong's scattered eyes finally gathered into a point of light, "Liang ...... Floating, ......"

She was so thin that her cheeks were sunken, and she stared unblinkingly at the ceiling of her cell.

She remembered.

People thought that the boss of the Peking Theater was crazy on the eighth floor of Wang, but they didn't know that this chronic hysteria that penetrated deep into the bone marrow had quietly planted seeds when she was holding a handful of plum blossoms and standing in the drunken banquet hall, and the fine and dense roots were deeply rooted in the soil in places that others could not see.

Let me go crazy one day, and die in the next year, and step into this noisy city alone.

I'm willing to go crazy like this once, no matter how the world insults me, and even let me die.

The coming year is approaching, and I will naturally die calmly.

"The three salutes are completed, just when the moon is full, I wish the two newlyweds peace and joy, and a good relationship forever. ”

The cave room, red makeup, and the red hijab waiting to be picked, and the happy bed are sprinkled with red dates and peanuts, implying that the noble son will be born early and the leaves will be scattered as soon as possible.

The bride sat down in the tent, and the peanuts under the quilt "clicked", and a round red date fell and rolled on the ground.

The syrup-covered chestnut rolled down the thatched dark space, a Molden candy left behind by the prisoners.

The cell was so quiet that you could hear the teeth grinding of the prisoners in the next room, and the people huddled in the corner were silent.

......

The sky is clouded with fish belly white, the streets and alleys are still filled with the smell of gunpowder left by firecrackers, and the snow is floating in the sky, embracing this city that has been burned by the war.

The corpse of a female prisoner was thrown out of the eighth floor of Wang, she was so thin that she was like a skull wrapped in pale skin.

Her arms hung down, her fingers stiffened, and she clutched a round chestnut candy in her palm.

The jailer who cleaned up the body dragged the body out early in the morning and kicked the unconscious hand with his toe: "What is this?"

The person next to him leaned over, opened his eyes wide, and said, "Yo, Western goods." ”

"That's it?"

"No, it's called 'Molden Candy,' and my little uncle brought it back to me from France," he proudly flaunted, "just such a small bottle, and it's expensive to die......"

The man crouched down to pull the candy out of her palm.

"What do you do with it, and you can't eat it. ”

The jailer lifted his foot and stomped on the back of her stiff hand, and the round chestnuts rolled out of the prisoner's hand, and the slimy syrup turned dirty black as it stained with dust.

"Let's go, let's go, we're going to get up early in the morning to collect the body," he pouted, not looking at it again, "it's a disappointment." ”

The snowflakes fell into a white mattress, and heaven and earth buried her for her.

The two jailers returned to the watchtower side by side, the frosted snow covering the exposed corpses in white.

......

The teahouse in the downtown street was still noisy, and Xiao Er carried a broom to sweep the wreckage of firecrackers sprinkled all over the ground in front of the door. He swept the red skin into the dustpan and listened to the gossip of the tea guests with his ears pricked up.

I don't know who took the lead in saying: "Qu Jinghong is dead." ”

People chattered together, and matters of human life came to their mouths and became insignificant conversations after tea and dinner.

"Dead?"

"When did you die?"

"I don't know, last night, this morning?"

"Died on the night of Young Master Liang's marriage?"

"How to pick a happy day for others, it's really unlucky. ”

"It's okay to be dead, it's clean to be dead, she's been crazy for so long anyway. ”

“......”

The bride had to go back early the next morning, and Miss Shen Er got up early in the morning to dress up. The subordinate she brought from Shen's house opened the door of the foreign car for her, and the driver started the car, and before he drove far, he heard a terrible cat meow, and the foreign car stopped with a sudden brake.

"What's going on?"

The driver opened the car door and took a look: "It's not a big deal, the car has killed a cat." ”

A scrawny black cat lay under the wheels, its limbs drooping, and blood gurgling from its body.

It's still one-eyed.

Miss Shen Er closed her eyes: "It's really unlucky." ”