On the night of Qixi Festival, in the Moon Pavilion on the bank of the Xijiang River, a pair of infatuated men and women leaned on the railing, looking at the sparkling Xijiang River in a daze.

A crescent moon hung in the treetops of the West Mountain, and the faint moonlight shone obliquely on the carved railing of the Moon Pavilion, shining on the pretty face of the girl.

The girl's name was Li Xiumei, eighteen years old, and she was born slender and beautiful. She is a well-known beauty on both sides of the Xijiang River, and there are many handsome men and playboys who like her and want to marry her as a wife. But Li Xiumei is not rare, she only loves her childhood sweetheart Yang Yulang.

Yang Yulang is a poor boy, and his family background is very different from Li Xiumei's family. I don't know what's going on? Li Xiumei just ******** just want to marry Yang Yulang.

Li Xiumei's father, Li Aicai, saw that his baby daughter liked a poor boy, and his lungs exploded. In order to make his daughter die, he tried every possible way to marry his daughter.

Li Xiumei saw that her father was busy arranging the marriage for her, looking for death and life, and she didn't think about tea or food all day long. She had a stomach full of bitterness and wanted to pour it out, but in front of this feudal father, she dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

When people are sad, what they think about the most is to find a friend who is in love with them to talk to, and Li Xiumei is no exception. I haven't seen my sweetheart for a few days, and I'm really a little worried.

On the seventh day of the seventh month of July, Li Xiumei found an opportunity to go out quietly during the day, and asked Yang Yulang to meet at the Moon Pavilion at night, and she wanted to show Yang Yulang her heart.

The stars in the sky blinked, and the Milky Way fell to the Xijiang River in a trance, and the stars were brilliant and particularly charming.

Li Xiumei leaned on the railing, looking at the starry Xijiang with her eyes, silent.

I haven't seen each other for a few days, and I don't know what to say when I meet, Yang Yulang's heart is uneasy, and he wants to say something but stops.

Li Xiumei quietly waited for Yang Yulang to break the silence, her face was hot, and her heart was burning like a cat's claw scratching.

I was speechless for a while.

"Mei'er, are you okay?" Yang Yulang asked with concern.

"Not good! Daddy was in a hurry to marry me, I didn't agree, and our father and daughter fought almost every day, and we were annoyed to death. Gyokuro, what do you think we should do? Li Xiumei asked.

"Alas—what can I do? My family is poor, and your father hates the poor and loves the rich, so he will not agree to our marriage. Mei'er, it's useless to be anxious, let's leave it to fate! Yang Yulang said with a sigh. Yulang, I only have you in my heart, and I can't tolerate other men anymore, if my father opposes it, I'd rather never marry. Li Xiumei said.

"Don't worry, Mei'er, there will always be a time when the rain will pass and the sky will be clear. I think as long as I am sincere, your father will definitely agree. Recently I wrote a poem called "Helplessness". Yang Yulang said, and said in a frustrated voice: "How much helplessness there is in life, I can't say it, I can't finish it." When I came to the world, I cried for the first time and was helpless. Busy running around, busy with livelihood, helpless. Get up early and be greedy late, hungry, helpless. The rich wear gold and silver, and the poor eat bran and vegetables, helpless. The flowing water goes east, the sun and the moon sink westward, helpless. All helplessness is not helpless, but just helpless. ……”

"Don't say it, I don't want to hear it." Li Xiumei said impatiently.

"Mei'er, we must challenge fate and never bow to fate. Don't worry, I'll be able to figure it out. Yang Yulang comforted.

"Yulang, I know that you are kind enough to comfort me, once my father's temper is decided, ten cows will not be able to pull it back." Xiumei smiled bitterly.

"Mei'er, do you remember that date last summer?" Gyokuro asked suddenly.

"Of course I do." "It was a wonderful night, the moon was like water, and the breeze was cool. That night, you talked about a lot of philosophies of life, and you threw the five bodies I admired to the ground, and that night you let me know myself, know life, and free me from my troubles. It was an unusual night that I will never forget in my life. When Mei'er remembers that night, she only feels a warm current welling up in her heart.

"Yulang, the two of us have been in a relationship for so long, I don't know how long this life will last?" Xiumei suddenly asked inexplicably.

"Of course it is—I hope it will last a long time, and it will be a thousand years together." Yang Yulang looked up at the sky and said.

"If there is no gateway in the world, it would be great if there were lovers in the world who would eventually become married!" Li Xiumei couldn't help but sigh.

"In this world, what is the right thing to pay attention to, the life of parents, the words of matchmakers, ethics and morality, and the reputation of the family, these are all the fallacies and heresies of those defenders." Yang Yulang said angrily.

"Yulang, if the two of us elope, will our father and mother punish us?" Xiumei asked.

"What do you say?" Yulang asked treacherously.

"I asked you, you didn't ask me, Flim Tongue." Xiumei coquettishly pounded Yulang's broad chest and said angrily.

"I think that as long as we truly love each other, and no force of habit can stop us, we can declare war on our feudal fathers and mothers until they give in. Mer, to be honest, for so many years, I have always regarded you as a confidante, you are like a light in my heart, giving me infinite light in the dark night; You are like the goddess of my dreams, giving me infinite warmth in the hazy world; You are the center of my life, and I can't fix the circle without you. Yulang said Kankan.

Xiumei listened to Yulang's heartfelt words, and a flower-like smile bloomed on her face.

Looking at Xiumei's happy appearance, Yulang felt a trace of relief in his heart.

"Yulang, have you seen the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?" Xiumei looked at the galaxy and asked innocently.

Yang Yulang looked up at the starry sky, and pretended to be serious: "See, the two of them are whispering on the magpie bridge." ”

"You, ghost elf." Xiumei smiled. ……………………………………………………………………………………………… When the rooster crowed when they broke up, Xiumei quietly slipped into her boudoir, touched the bed and slept with her clothes.

Missing is a kind of pain and a kind of pleasure, if a person has thoughts, he will feel that he has lived a full life and lived freely.

Xiumei couldn't sleep, she recalled the joy she felt with Yulang, and felt that Yulang was a handsome, dashing, far-sighted, and passionate great man, and a good man who could bring her happiness and happiness. In this life and this life, if you can stay with Yulang for a long time and live a peaceful life of the Lower Riba people, it is enough.

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