"How about going to the amusement park these two days? I heard that the Ferris wheel has been renovated. When the lights are on, it is particularly romantic. The candlelight reflected on the lenses of Zhang Bingwen's glasses.

When Tang Xiaoxiao heard this, she was happy. She has always liked the Ferris wheel, and once wanted to take Han Mo to go once, but he was always busy. Although she is not the person she desires the most in her heart, she is full of joy. While drinking a sparkling drink, his voice raised an octave: "When? tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?

Zhang Bingwen: "When do you want to?"

"Tomorrow, will tomorrow be good? Can you come to my house to pick me up?" she asked three or four questions in a row, and her joy was on her face. The red flutter puffs through the heavy foundation.

He smiled, "Okay." When it is convenient for you, I will not arrange work tomorrow, and I can go to you at any time. ”

This sentence made Tang Xiaoxiao shake her head, as if she felt that there was a domineering president sitting opposite, who was looking at her affectionately. Like a fantasy, she felt like she was really a little princess, being cared for and pampered.

"How's 11?"

"Good. Zhang Bingwen showed an imperceptible smirk.

The two spent 1798 on dinner, and Meng Shu noticed Zhang Bingwen's embarrassed micro-expression when he swiped the card, and his cheeks twitched, as if he wanted to scold.

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The cool midnight breeze streamed in through the cracks in the windows, blowing up the white curtains. Han Mo sat on the sofa downstairs and flipped through a book of ancient poems.

The back light and the moon are in the shade, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.

His heart suddenly became very soft, like the moonlight outside the window through the clouds.

The dim lamp turned on, and Shuanglang was awakened by a nightmare. She has been restless in her sleep, and traditional rituals often appear in her dreams. She often dreamed that she was standing in an old village.

At the entrance of the village, a stone pillar archway was erected, which was written Zhangmen Village. Outside is a raging river. When the river floods, it can flood large areas of crops, but when it dries up, it can also leave the area without harvest. Therefore, in order to appease the angry river god, every ten years, the villagers will worship a young girl as the bride of the river god.

In her dreams, she saw that the girl was helpless, and no one even cried for her. She was lifted by the villagers, with huge stones tied to her feet, and threw down. She didn't struggle, and sank to the icy bottom of the river amid the sound of festive firecrackers. In the distance, neighboring villagers came to see the bustle, carrying eggs, pork and cloth on their backs to sell.

No one is sad, it's just a lively bustling city.

Shuanglang stood in the middle of the crowd, cold. It seemed that she was the girl who had sunk somewhere, and the pain of a needle pricking between her fingers was like a needle. A deep voice in the air called her name, she couldn't make out what it was called, but it was certainly not the word "Shuanglang".

However, she answered.

Inexplicably, I felt that the person was calling himself.

But when I turned around, the voice disappeared again.

After Shuanglang woke up, he was in a cold sweat. She got out of bed barefoot and stared at the bedroom closely. There was a small bookshelf in the small space on the side, and she looked at the yellowed pages one by one. Suddenly, her eyes must have been, and she suddenly saw the words "Zhangmen Village" written in a book.

Isn't this the place that often exists in dreams?

She had searched the Internet countless times, but found nothing. She thought it was just a meaningless dream for several years in a row, and who knew that she would see a familiar name here. The book had a dampness, as if it had been soaked in rain, and the corners had disappeared. Her heart suddenly tightened, and it recorded the geography, customs, people, culture, education, products, temples, ancestral halls, and festivals of this village......

The river god marries.

She shuddered and saw those four words. Originally, there was no custom of marrying the river god in the village, but until the drought and waterlogging in successive years, the villagers decided to find a girl on June 24, let him sit on a paper boat, send him into the surging river, and marry the river god as his wife. Since then, this custom has continued for nearly a hundred years. But strangely, in some years, the villagers watched the girl sink to the bottom of the river, but the next day they lay on the riverbank, and they couldn't remember everything that had happened the day before.

The villagers felt that these girls would not die, and that they had become banshees in the river, and that they would cause disaster in all directions. In a panic, he burned people to death.

Eventually, according to accounts, the entire village was destroyed by a river flood. The torrential river fell from the sky, breaking the adobe levees and flooding the tiny village and struggling villagers. Like a cursed doom, no one escaped the baptism of the river, and all of them were buried in the dark abyss.

Shuang Lang flipped through the bookshelf and saw a silk-wrapped box, the dark blue dark lines seemed to be auspicious clouds and waves. Open the hidden button, there are stacks of small portraits, the background is blue river, the girl's red clothes and ribbon float in the water, and the bride's ears seem to be able to hear a crisp sound. Her eyebrows were crooked, and her smile was shallow.

The affectionate eyes, the moon reflects the clouds, and the hope is moving.

Shuang Lang suddenly felt familiar, and suddenly realized that this woman's face was very similar to his sister. She was surprised to flip through a few more photos, they were all such a girl. It's just that there was love in the eyes before, but now there is only empty sadness. Let Shuanglang take a look at it and fall into the liver and spleen, and feel like a pain in the intestines.

In an instant, I became sad again.

The grief is overwhelming, and the headache is unbearable.

She turned around and saw Han Mo standing in place with a concerned expression.

"What's wrong?"

Shuang Lang shook his head and hurriedly packed up his things: "I'm sorry, I can't sleep and flip through it casually." ”

Han Mo: "Another nightmare?"

Shuanglang wondered: "How do you know?"

"When I'm at the inn, I often hear you screaming and waking up in the middle of the night. There were no other guests at the inn at the time, so I guess it should be you. What's the matter, why do you keep having nightmares? Do you want me to warm you up a glass of milk and relax?"

She shook her head, it didn't seem like she was too close to Han Mo, and she didn't want him to do anything for herself. The detached move made Han Mo frown slightly. He didn't take a step forward, just looked at her in the dim light, the red, green and green flashing neon lights of the mall outside the window.

His cautious appearance gave Shuang Lang a little headache.

It seems that two people should not be like this.

Shuanglang: "I want to talk to you. ”

Han Mo asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Why do you like me, and my sister Tang Xiaoxiao. You already knew, she's my sister. She questioned in her tone.

Han Mo sat elegantly on the soft sofa, crossed his fingers on his upturned knees, and said frankly, "Yes." ”

"Why?" she stepped forward and confronted him.

Han Mo smiled: "The first time I saw you, I felt that you were the person I was looking for. It's like a crowd of people, there is a kind of fate in the past and this life. I finally ran into it. ”

"What about my sister?"

Han Mo's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "She?"

"You're arguing. ”

"Yes, but we've broken up. ”