Sixty-sixth

At the request of Mrs. Sheng, the marriage between Ji Huan and Yizheng was handled according to the ancient rites.

At this moment, the Ji family's welcoming team has come to the gate of the Sheng family, although both families have cars, but the Ji family still carries a big red sedan chair embroidered with gold thread to marry Yizheng, which makes Mrs. Sheng feel very satisfied, and the Sheng family is also under the personal command of Sheng Yizhu, setting off firecrackers to welcome the sedan chair.

"Oh, listen, the firecrackers are going off, here they are...."

"Where's the phoenix crown?

"Sheng Yisheng, quickly put a red hijab on your sister!"

"What's the hurry, Sheng Yizheng is getting married according to the ancient rites, and he has to eat a sedan chair meal!"

Yizheng jubilant boudoir, in addition to Yisheng, a few sisters-in-law and the little girl who served, but also invited the rest of the Shanghai few large families have not been out of the cabinet of the young lady to come, although the nature of Yizheng is not sociable, but after all, the father quality inspection always has contacts, even if not familiar, but each other is also acquainted, now she out of the cabinet, Mrs. Sheng will come forward to invite, there are many people also good to try a lively.

At this moment, as soon as the sound of the firecrackers was heard, the girls chirped in unison.

Yizheng's delicate face is crimson on it, she is already beautiful, after the "open" and "top" and elaborate dressing, and because of the long-cherished wish over the years, although it has gone through twists and turns, it has finally been fulfilled, at this moment her eyebrows are like a crescent moon, her eyes are full of affection, and the whole person seems to be wrapped in a light veil intertwined with joy and happiness, delicate and beautiful like a flower.

Mrs. Sheng personally hugged her daughter and fed her "sedan chair dinner", although it was not as good as in the past after getting married, but since then the daughter has always been someone else's family, this is the last meal in her mother's house, and both mother and daughter have red eyes.

"Okay, okay, Xiaozheng, don't really cry, be careful of your makeup and crying, Xiaosheng, you put a red hijab on your sister, I'll carry her down, it's almost time, the Ji family is still waiting." Sheng Yizhu pushed the door and came in and saw such a scene, and hurriedly said.

When Yisheng heard this, he gently covered the red hijab embroidered with mandarin ducks playing with watercolor butterflies on his sister's face, and waited until the eldest brother carried her, and then held up the red paper umbrella in his hand and covered them all the way to the top of their heads and walked downstairs.

Except for a few sisters-in-law who stayed, the rest of the ladies and girls followed, all the way to the sky and the top of the umbrella scattered rice grains, peanuts and beans and other happy fruits, laughing all the way, the laughter will be far away from the Sheng family, as if it can still be heard.

On the way to Ji's house, Yisheng didn't know what he was thinking, as if he didn't think about anything, but as if he was thinking a lot, he felt that time passed quickly, and he was far away from home after a while, and he felt that time passed slowly, and every minute was torment, and he didn't know when he would be able to get through.

When she finally arrived outside the gate of Ji's house, the sound of firecrackers and silk and bamboo music sounded, she helped her sister all the way across the saddle, over the brazier, and step into the sack, and never raised her eyes, but the tall figure in front of her who was dressed in red and no clothes was getting closer and closer little by little in the corner of her eyes.

"Cross the saddle into the Huatang, and be safe from now on!"

"The bride passed the brazier, and it has been flourishing ever since!"

"The bride is in a sack, and it has been passed down from generation to generation!"

The singing of praise and the sound of joy and firecrackers rang in her ears, and everyone around her laughed, so she curled the corners of her lips as well.

Because the injury on Yizheng's leg has not yet healed, so they walk very slowly at every step, not a long distance, the midwinter weather, has not yet reached the front of the hall, her palms, but are already full of cold sweat.

She personally knotted the red silk in his and sister's hands into a concentric knot, her fingers were shaking, shaking, she couldn't control it at all, her palms were full of cold sweat, and it took a lot of effort to finally tie it up.

She didn't look up at him at all, so she didn't notice that in the depths of Ji Huan's seemingly calm eyes, those strong and suppressed dim lights and shadows, as fierce and painful as broken bones, he didn't look at her at the same time as her.

She either didn't want to, but he didn't dare.

"Visiting the temple and playing music-----"

His left hand, hidden under his comfortable gown, was held tightly, and he listened to the chanting of praise, kneeling almost numbly, prostrating, getting up, kneeling again, prostrating again, and getting up again..... The soul seemed to float in the air, staring at the puppet-like self in a daze.

"Licheng, send it to the cave room-----"

After the elaborate worship ceremony, he held a concentric ribbon in his hand, led his bride, step by step, along the sack to the wedding room, and after walking through one, someone handed the sack behind to the front, and then paved the front road.

She is a maidess, according to the rules must be at the front of the delivery queue, she is in front of him on the left, a small red figure, squatting, the white hand takes the sack and spreads it at his feet, stubbornly occupying all his spare eyes and all his thoughts.

At that moment, his heart, which he thought had been numb, was suddenly torn open with a bloody wound, bleeding festering and rotting blood, destined to be unable to heal, and he would be disabled for life.

All the way to the happy house, it is like entering a red world.

The tables and chairs in the wedding room are all covered with red embroidered silk cloth, and the ground is also covered with red felt, and a bunch of newlyweds sit on the new bed with mandarin duck pillows and dragon and phoenix quilts, and the red "Xi" word is pasted on the wall, and the dragon and phoenix red candles are shining high.

A girl brought over a basket covered with red cloth, which contained the money and colored fruits for the tent.

"Tonight, Ji's man and Sheng Zhinu got married. After the wish is accepted, long live the thousand autumns, and keep Jichang ---- the tent ceremony----"

When the praise fell, Yisheng took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed a handful of money and colored fruits in the basket and threw them into the hundred-child tent, but his voice was still inevitably a little trembling-----

"Sprinkle the tent east, the gold and jade are sprinkled in the tent, and the mandarin duck pillow is long in love, and the knot is concentric. ”

Her smile was so good that no one noticed her trembling voice and the tears that flowed into her heart.

"Sprinkle the tent west, the jade tree Zhilan is in the shade, the flowers bloom and the ground is connected with the branches, and the world celebrates and leaves. ”

He was so close to her, his breath seemed to be on her neck, so familiar, so strange, but just a stone's throw away, it became the end of the world.

"Sa Tent South, I still remember that the green plum died together, the two little ones have no guesses, and the good couple is natural. ”

Those beautiful poems, she once thought belonged to her, but now, she recited them herself, fulfilling the happiness of him and his sister.

"Scattering the north of the tent, the son is in the IKEA room, Luanfeng and the United States have a good time, and their hands are inseparable. ”

She threw the last handful of happy fruit into the hundred-son tent where he and his sister were sitting, and many images were like smoke in front of her eyes-----

In the corner of the courtyard, she was heartbroken with her puppy in her arms, and he was quietly by her side.

In the Western theater, she laughed and cried at the screen, and he told her that when she wanted to cry, she came to him.

On the banks of the Whampoa River, by the Seine, how many times she walked side by side with him, the breeze blew through her skirt, and she always gave him the best smile.

And that night, the night of Tanabata, that unbelievably beautiful kiss, the first and the last, the beginning and the end, sweet to sadness.

Then there was her refusal to give up, and he said to her, you should change your name to my brother-in-law, and he said to her, forgive me, the cause I want to devote myself to cannot tolerate you.

One by one, one scene at a time, like the silent Western movie he took her to watch, replayed in her mind, and then the money and colored fruits she threw with her own hands fell one after another, breaking the image of the king little by little, and it was difficult to piece it back to the old days.

"Please ask the newcomer to ask for a scarf, and from now on you will be satisfied!"

The sound of praise sounded again, and a girl handed over a weighing rod wrapped in red paper, Yisheng took it, lowered her eyebrows, and handed the weighing rod to the groom.

The groom in red slowly let go of his clenched hand, took the weighing rod, picked up the red scarf, and a low sound of praise sounded around him, his bride was as beautiful as a fairy.

Because Yizheng was injured, Ji Sheng's two families discussed, and all etiquette was done simply, and the custom of making trouble was avoided.

Yisheng then took the tray in the girl's hand, and the tray was filled with wine, she put the tray between the two newlyweds on the bed, and bent down to pull up the corners of the bride and groom's clothes and tie a concentric knot.

Then in the praise of singing and the lively blessings, she withdrew from the wedding room with everyone, kept smiling, kept smiling, and left the festive world to a couple of newcomers.

went downstairs, and was about to say goodbye and go home, but he didn't want Mrs. Ji to smile and take her hand and said, "You kid, it's been a busy day, and it's so late, and you go back alone, don't you want people to say ours." Your sister is married, and this place is the same as your own home, I just talked to your family on the phone, and they all said okay, you will stay with me tonight, and go back tomorrow morning, I will ask the girl to help you clean up the room. ”

As she spoke, she called the girl to take Yisheng to the guest room, and instructed the good student to serve.

Yisheng is not good at pushing, and she really can't afford to pretend to be indifferent to face her father and Wu's mother after returning home, at least at the moment when she feels haggard, she really can't do it.

So he nodded, said "Thank you, Aunt Ji", and went up with the girl.

The night was quiet, and the house, which had been lively all day, was still happy at the moment, but it finally slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Yisheng lay on the bed, but he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, got up and drank all the water in the cup on the table, but he still felt that his heart was like a fire, so uncomfortable.

She put on her clothes, pushed open the door to see if there were any old mothers and errands on duty, and wanted to ask for a little more water to drink.

However, there was a light in the hallway, but there was no one at the moment.

She retreated into the room, and at the moment when she was about to close the door, her eyes suddenly fell to the closed carved wooden door at the end of the corridor, a room that she was no stranger to.

When she was very young, she always ran into that room, because there was always him, either reading or writing.

She pushed the door open, and he called out her name without looking up.

She pouted and asked, how do you know it's mine?

He smiled and said, "No one dares to break into my study except you."

The past was vivid, as if bewitched, she slowly walked towards his study, her right hand gently touched the cold door handle, and with a slight force, the door actually opened.

Then she saw the man who should never have been here at this time, with his back to her and facing out of the window, not wearing a wedding dress, and his long figure looked so desolate in the moonlight without temperature.

He heard the noise, looked back, and saw her standing by the door.

There was no light on in the room, and he froze in place from her in the moonlight, unable to move.

There was a little obsession and a vague look in his eyes.

Is it a dream? maybe.

He had dreamed of such a scene too many times, and she was right in front of his eyes, and he did not dare to move, fearing that if he moved slightly, she would disappear at once, as he had done every time before, leaving him awake in the dark, facing the empty walls of a room, full of hollowness.

But she was crying, and where she stood, she looked at him in a daze, silently shedding tears.

His heart twitched with pain, and he stepped away to wipe away her tears.

She had just taken a step, but she had quickly come back to her senses and retreated again and again.

You don't want to come here, she said.

She called him, brother-in-law.

His right hand, oddly stretched out in the gloomy moonlight, maintained the movement of wanting to wipe her tears.

But his body was as rigid as ever, and he couldn't move a single bit.

He could only watch as she burst into tears, slowly, slowly, slowly speaking, every word was like a sharp knife, piercing into his heart that he thought could no longer hurt.

She smiled sadly, and finally used the old title for the last time, "Brother Ji Huan, today's wedding should be regarded as if I returned all the kindness you used to treat me to you, okay?" I have done my best, I don't know how to do better, how to make you like me..... So this time, it's as if I've already paid you off, okay? Then in the next life, I don't owe you anymore, and maybe, I won't meet you again.