"Marriage Record" * Love

There is a kind of love that you are willing to wait for, even if it abandons you, because you are willing;

There is also a kind of hatred that you are willing to go crazy about because you want to use it to punish the person who may still love you. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hei Mo said that this kind of love is a kind of catastrophe, which cannot be escaped or shaken off. I am willing to fall here for the rest of my life, but unfortunately he does not have this kind of blessing.

Today is the seventh day of the seventh month of July. The world is full of joy, the infatuated men and women are chanting poems and putting lights on both sides of the Qinhuai River, such a celebratory festival, not only the world is lively, but even the guests in the teahouse with me who want to come to cross the soul are few.

I picked up the tea bowl, took a sip of tea, looked at the jubilant crowd in the mirror, and for a moment my heart rose, and I got up and prepared to go to the world. Suddenly, the wind chimes rang at the door, and a guest arrived. I sighed lightly, dismissed the idea of going to the world to have fun, straightened my clothes, sat down at the table, and waited for the guests to come to the door.

"Hooligans, hugging cloth trade silk. Bandits come to trade silk, and I seek to come.

Send the son to wade Qi, as for Dunqiu. I am scared, and there is no good matchmaker. There will be no anger, and the autumn will be for a period of time. ”

The elegant and mournful singing came from far and near, and I could only vaguely see a woman in a red wedding dress holding a pipa and singing towards me, and the song became clearer and clearer, more and more complaining.

"Take advantage of the other wall, in the hope of recovering the customs. I didn't see the resumption, and I was crying and rippling.

Seeing the resumption of customs, laughing and talking. Erbul Zhen, no blame. Bring the chariot with me, and bribe me to move.

The mulberry has not fallen, and its Ye Woruo. Yu dove, no mulberry;

Yu is a woman, and there is no delay. The scruffiness of the scholar can still be said;

The woman's timidity cannot be said.

The fall of the mulberry is yellow. Self-inferior, three-year-old food poverty.

Qi water soup soup, gradually car drapery. The woman is not happy, and the gentleman is not happy. Scholars are also reckless, two or three of their virtues.

At the age of three, she was a woman and worked hard in the house; Sleep at night, and have a bright future.

As for the violence. The brother didn't know, and he laughed. Quietly think about it, bow down and mourn yourself.

And you grow old, and you always make me resentful. Qi has a shore, and Xi has a pan.

The banquet of the total horn, smiling and smiling. Swear by it, don't think about it.

But if you don't think about it, it's already gone! ”

As soon as the song was finished, the woman in red had sat down in front of me, the music had stopped, and I was still immersed in the great sorrow.

I silently looked at the woman who had been here for three days on the other side, and said helplessly: "I can't do what you asked, the underworld has the rules of the underworld, and I can't stop Si Chen." ”

When the words fell, I put a handful of spices in the boiling spring water, and a burst of tea fragrance spread out with the fall of the spices.

"If you want, I can make you a bowl of Meng Po soup and reincarnate." After a moment of silence, I opened my mouth.

"I know your rules." The woman took off the burden from her back and spread it out in front of me, and inside was a swimming golden spirit.

Golden, the most perfect crystallization in the Lethe River.

The woman's expression was resolute: "As long as you help me give him endless suffering and let him suffer the torture of this world, all this is yours." I know you're not a bad guy, you're from there, and you can do it. ”

I closed the burden and pushed the spirit back, "You can't give ten times the spirit." ”

Looking at the woman's original expectant eyes, she was finally disillusioned. I stood up in silence and walked to the back of the tea room. The new store has just opened, and there are no buddies yet, so you can only rely on yourself to serve tea and entertain guests.

Yes, she's right, I'm not a ghost in the underworld, I'm a god.

I was born in the Nine Heavens, and I was transformed from twelve marriage fruits that grew from the essence of heaven and earth. The people in that place called me Yueniang.

I am busy every day with the infatuated men and women who are in the world, and sketch their fate on the Sansheng Stone. Whether it is happy or sad, whether it is a happy ending or an end separated by life and death. It's all in my thoughts, under one stroke. But there is something I can't count.

It's another year when the marriage fruit is ripe, and I went to pick the marriage fruit as usual to prepare for the red line, but who knows, out of the Yuelao Pavilion, what awaits me is not the ripe marriage fruit but the soldiers who are full of soldiers.

I was just taken to Zhu Sendai defenselessly. At this time, I learned that the youngest daughter of the Queen of Heaven secretly picked the marriage fruit when it was not yet ripe, inquired about the marriage, and privately married the mortal world.

The queen of heaven could not bear the pain of her daughter, and she became angry with me and punished me for my sin of carelessness. Tie me to Zhu Sendai and endure the whipping of bones. I was tied up for seven days, and all the deities were invited to watch the execution.

I still remember the seventh day, my consciousness was confused, and I subconsciously felt the pain of dying. But when I woke up, I was already in the underworld, and it turned out that Hades had saved me. Although I don't understand why. But adhering to the principle of reciprocating the grace of a drop of water, I stayed in the underworld and became Meng Po.

My divine consciousness has been severely damaged on Zhuxiantai, and only the spirit of the Lechuan River can make up for it, and as a god body, I have no way to touch it. So in addition to the soul of the daily reincarnation across the bridge, there are always some special guests. They get what they want in exchange.

When my memory returned, I poured the hot tea in my hand into a white-glazed porcelain cup, brought it out of the tea room, and placed it in front of the woman

"I like the taste of tea made from tea leaves unique to the underworld. ”

The woman was indifferent, and I sighed: "You only have one day, and if you don't leave, you will only enter Lethe and become a spirit." ”

The woman's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she finally chose to drink the tea in the cup, and a tear fell.

"I hope you can change your mind when you see my mortal dust."

I quickly poured this tear into the bamboo tube, which is the reaction of every soul who drinks this cup of tea. I put this tear into the incense burner, and the cigarette smoke in the furnace slowly poured up, gradually spreading throughout the room, and in an instant overwhelming grievances, unwillingness, and hatred all came to me......