"I'm sorry - Le - Wen - Xiao - Say - 520 - " Qing Huan whispered to Nan Yang, who was already unconscious in his arms.

She also wrapped her other hand around Nan Yang and hugged her tightly in her arms, extremely nostalgic for the unscrupulous closeness at this moment. After a long time, Qing Huan slowly let go, helped Nan Yang to the side of the bed, and let her sit against the edge of the bed. Then she got up and went downstairs to fetch the package that Tom Miao-sun had brought back, and when she entered, she closed the door tightly and killed it inside.

"This time I say goodbye, I'm afraid we will meet indefinitely," Qinghuan muttered to herself, "I will give you what you want." Master, you have always known what you want, how could I not give it to you. ”

Qing Huan cleaned up the clutter on the table first, and continued to talk to himself while cleaning up: "There are three days in a coma, three days, it's enough." A qiē is arranged by my own hands, and I am so relieved. I am the one who should say I'm sorry, and I'm the one who wants to repent, and from now on, as long as you slowly forget me, I will have no regrets in my life. ”

She spread the package on the table, revealing a pile of miscellaneous items inside. Qinghuan took out a pile of red paper, cut it with scissors and concentrated on it, and continued while cutting: "Master, do you know, I want to marry you, and I've been thinking about it for seven years. I've dreamed countless times that one day you and I were wearing wedding dresses. Speaking of which, you always wear light-colored clothes, and I've never seen you wear bright colors. But Master is so good-looking, he will look beautiful in whatever he wears. ”

The scissors are delicately cut on the red paper, and the delicate outlines are slowly revealed.

"When I was a kid, I used to wonder why everyone else had a last name, but I didn't. My name only has the word 'light joy', you once said, you hope I despise the joy of the floating world. But where is there any joy in all my experiences? The only thing to be happy about is that I've lived for you for so many years. I always thought that this life was given by you, and I should pay you for the rest of my life, but why did I let me know about those things back then. It turns out that it was you who ruined my family and lived on the streets, and it was all your fault. I didn't do anything, I was fatherless, motherless, homeless, and I was put in such an awkward position by you. What should I do? ”

"But I like you so much, you will never know that Nan Yang has been branded on every inch of my skin, and it seems that every year that passes, it will be branded again in a deeper and more painful way, year after year, endlessly, until I live myself as her, this kind of love can be said to be to the extreme. How can I hate her? ”

A few pieces of red paper had been cut, and Qinghuan took them to the window and carefully pasted them. The red and bright word "Double Happiness" bloomed on the window, like a burning flame drumming and beating.

She took out the big red candles that were very common in the world, and carefully set them one by one in the room, and lit them one by one.

"Do you know how happy I was yesterday when you said I would marry you. I want to worship with you and be your true wife. In this case, when I die one day, you will also enshrine a tablet of mine, which reads, 'The Spirit of the Late Wife's Light Joy.'" But I'm so useless, I can't marry you in a dignified manner, and I don't even dare to let you know. But it's okay, when I die, you should have forgotten about me, and you will forget to go to see my tomb. When the time comes, I can safely engrave your name on the tombstone, and it will be enough for me to know that I am your wife. Until death. ”

Qinghuan couldn't help choking up as she spoke, and the hand that lit the candle began to tremble. After a long hiatus, I sniffed and continued to light the candle.

"That's all I can do for you. Liuyu and Fengyu Sword I don't deserve to take them away, I just want to take the words you wrote, okay...... There will also be a close-fitting funeral goods in the future. Master, there is nothing that you can't take with you time, and besides, your memory is never good, maybe you won't even forget what I look like in a few decades. Although it is very unwilling to think about it, but you live in good health, what is not good? ”

She lit all the candles, took out the big red knot from her bag, and hung it on the high beam.

At the end of the bag were two bright red wedding dresses, and according to her instructions, Miao Shan bought the two most expensive and best things she could find. Qinghuan took off his robe first, picked up one and put it on. The wedding dress was very cumbersome, and it took her half a day to put it on. Then she took another one and walked to Nan Yang, who was leaning against the bed, gently took off Nan Yang's white clothes, carefully separated her flank ribs, and carefully put on the bright red wedding dress for her.

Nan Yang, who is accustomed to white clothes, is dressed in red, and her eyes are very docile under the candlelight of the surrounding candles, and a natural charm is flowing along her thick eyelashes, which is obviously the most worldly dress, but it makes her wear the most unrefined, and the arc and line of her face are so delicate that they are not like mortals.

"Master is so beautiful in a wedding dress...... It's so beautiful......" Qinghuan hugged Nanyang and cried softly, "Only I can see you wearing a wedding dress, it's so good." Come, we'...... We worship the church. ”

When the words fell, she helped Nan Yang to stand up and firmly supported her waist. Qinghuan rubbed the tears in the corners of her eyes, coughed twice to remove the unnaturalness in her voice, and said loudly: "Worship heaven and earth-"

Her voice rang out alone in the empty room, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. There was no blessing from anyone, and there was no look back from the people who worshiped her, only herself, directing and acting out this ridiculous play.

Qinghuan suddenly burst into tears and laughed: "Master, you are my elder, you say, can these two worship halls and husband and wife worship together?" ”

However, no one answered her.

Qinghuan coughed twice again, and said loudly: "Husband and wife worship each other-"

She laboriously carried Nan Yang to complete the action, and then stood there in a daze for a long time. After a while, he slowly sat back on the edge of the bed with Nan Yang, who was unconscious, and let Nan Yang pill on his shoulder.

"Either way, you're now my rightful wife. I'm married to you, Master, are you happy? Qinghuan's tears kept sliding down her face, and she couldn't hold back her tears at all, "I'm finally married to you, I'm finally married to you." ”

The room was decorated with the big red wedding characters she had cut by hand on all sides, the table and windowsill were also full of red wedding candles, and the two women in bright red wedding dresses sat on the edge of the bed and snuggled up to each other. She hugged her very tightly, as if she was going to crush the man and melt it into her own flesh before she was willing.

"Nanyang." Qing Huan suddenly opened his mouth and said Nan Yang's name.

She almost never called Nan Yang by her name, and from childhood to adulthood, she only called her Master. Only when Nan Yang refused to see her on Kunlun Mountain at that time, she was anxious to call out Nan Yang's name. In her heart, Master has always been a person she respects and loves, a deity she wants to worship. But she suddenly wanted to call her by name.

"Nanyang." Qinghuan muttered and repeated, "Nanyang, Nanyang, Nanyang......"

Nanyang.

Nanyang.