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It's the end of the month in the blink of an eye. It was a hazy day, because it had been sunny for many days, and there had been no decent rain ahead, and the air was full of dust. There was a layer of dust on the highway and on the streets of Huangzhen. As the car passes, a fog rolls up, and the dust is lifted into the air and drifts to all corners. Some of them will be stained on the surrounding shops, buildings and pedestrians. It will take a while for the dust to settle.

On days like this, if you don't wash your hair for two days, your hair will be covered with dust. At the same time, the neck will be dirty, and the collar of the shirt will become black. Because of the dryness, it makes people feel uncomfortable. The Chishui River, which runs through the town, is almost dry, with only a narrow stream meandering through the wide riverbed. In the morning and in the morning, many women squatted by the brook and washed their things.

When Zhu Yushen passed by the river, he stopped on the bridge for a while, and the trickling stream and the women who twisted their waists to wash their clothes were in full view. In the distance is the yellowing willow forest, where the soft willow branches rest quietly when there is no wind. To the right of the willow grove is a newly built suite, with a freshly painted façade that looks very eye-catching. In the distance behind the willow forest and the house are several large mountains, looming in the way.

Zhu Yu watched for a while. He suddenly felt that the beauty of nature is always more beautiful than the landscape painted by the painter. Whether it is a landscape painting or a photograph, these artificially modified things only freeze the scene in front of you at a certain moment. But movement is a universal truth, and everything is ever-changing. The woods, the buildings, that unfold in front of the world. Those mountains and rivers are full of aura. It can't be described.

Zhu Yushen was thinking. There was a quarrel on the side, and he saw with the rest of his eyes that it seemed to be two little bastards buying fruit, entangled with the proprietress over the price. They refused to give in to each other, their foreheads were bruised, and their faces were covered with blood. After a while, seven or eight people gathered to watch. In order to grab a dominant position, an old lady used her fat body to knock Zhu Yushen a step away.

Zhu Yushen decided to go back. After walking a few steps, listen to the argument behind you. He felt itchy all over his body and decided to go back and take a shower. As he strode onto the new road leading to the school, he could no longer hear the argument behind him. He thinks that these busy people have no time to appreciate the beauty of nature.

There was almost no one on the new highway, and Zhu Yushen walked forward in a daze, almost without a trace of sadness. But this cloudy day should have been a sad and sad day for him, because today is the day when Fifth Sister Xie gets married! Presumably, Jiang Feng and his family, the object of her neighboring county, had already arrived at their house. At this time, the chefs who her family invited to set up the banquet should have been busy. Her house should also be full of people, sitting and drinking tea, eating melons and fruits, or standing and smoking and chatting. Children should be running around the yard and playing.

Because when Dafan does a happy event. The children are eating and playing, and they are of course the happiest. Everyone was full of anticipation, and when the firecrackers went off, the table began. The parents of both sides, because they each got what they needed, and they were the object of attention, should be socializing in red. Because Jiang Feng is the male protagonist from afar, he should be favored by women, who will look at him with all kinds of eyes.

As for Xie Wumei, he couldn't imagine what her face was like at the moment. Zhu Yu thought deeply: I am really a numb person, after Xie Wumei got married today, according to her, she will marry soon. It's like ripping out his heart. Although it was painful, he could only paced here indifferently!

When Zhu Yushen was thinking, several cars drove on the opposite side. The first car was covered with flowers on the outside, and these were supposed to be wedding cars. When the main wedding car approached, Zhu Yushen seemed to see Xie Wumei, who was wearing a white wedding girl, sitting next to the driver, and she was smiling with her mouth open. Immediately, the main wedding car had driven in front of him, and he hurriedly opened his eyes to look, only to find that the seat was empty.

Ten seconds later, all the cars with the word "Xi" drove in front of him, but he still looked at it blankly. Until the car disappeared from sight, Zhu Yushen, who had been standing for a long time, was ready to go back. At this time, I found that my feet were numb, and as long as I moved, my heart hurt. He struggled to move his legs towards the school.

After entering the house, he quickly sat down, it was afternoon, but he did not feel hungry at all. He felt a little itchy on his head and scratched it with his right hand for a while. When the hand was taken down, it was found that several gray hairs were sticking to the palm. He stood up and walked to the mirror to look at it, and was shocked to find that his hair was half white!

Those white hairs are mixed with black hair, and they look outstanding. After Zhu Yushen looked at himself for a long time, he sighed deeply and lay down on the bed weakly. After so many days of sorrow, as well as the high-intensity mental work done for things such as writing, the boy's head has turned white!

After panicking for a while, he felt a little funny again: to this day, he has achieved almost nothing except for a few published and unpublished works, and somehow he has become this look? He felt that his story was also legendary, and if he wrote it, someone might feel sympathy for him because he was infected.

In this way, if the entanglement of love and the sadness of the world are written into a work and become the plot of the work, it has a sense of beauty, which comes from reality but is higher than reality. Unlike paintings, they are basically not a substitute for the beauty of nature. But despite this, everyone's story can derive a beautiful text, but in reality, there are always many hidden corners that are beyond love, and can only be borne by the person concerned alone. Zhu Yu thought deeply that if his suffering alone could be exchanged for the happiness of others, he was willing to let himself go to hell.

What Zhu Yushen imagined was that the lively scene of Xie Wumei buying a banquet was basically consistent with the actual situation of the Xie family, who were busy that day.

Early in the morning, Jiang Feng and his parents packed a noodle truck, loaded cigarettes, alcohol, etc., and rushed from the neighboring county. Xie Wumei's brother, sister-in-law, sister, and brother-in-law also gathered in his old house early in the morning. When the cook arrived, the women of the family were busy with the banquet.

There are a total of six tables for the banquet, which is ready to start at one o'clock in the afternoon. The men also have to go out and urge customers. Although I had already greeted the relatives I wanted to invite before, and the people who came to eat the woman's banquet didn't have to spend a penny for this kind of family wine, but they still had to urge the guests. (To be continued......)