"Master, you don't know, Hua Ying Gege is a witch Gu in my heart, I'm afraid that I won't live long, especially in the annual rainy season, it's even worse!"

I opened my hazy eyes and saw a man in a brown dragon-patterned robe.

The scene in front of me walked into the attic, looking around, the tables and chairs carved from good sandalwood were delicately carved with different patterns, and the delicate and gentle feeling of belonging to the daughter's family was circulating everywhere.

And through the reddish curtains, I looked around, and the people were dressed and dressed and the decoration in this house did not look like modern people, or was it not modern at all?

Maybe they haven't noticed why I'm waking up, they've been arguing.

"No matter what, on the seventh day of the seventh month, Hua Ying must marry to Su Mansion, and I will die in Su Mansion." The man said angrily to the woman beside him.

"Can't you follow Ying'er's wishes, she is already bitter enough, she just divorced from the Shen family a few months ago, and now she is married into the Su Mansion."

The woman wearing a jade-colored lake crepe jacket and a blue-striped cheongsam knelt hard in front of the man, pulling the man's clothes, tears raining down.

I don't know why, seeing such a scene, there is a slight pain in my heart, am I sad?

At this time, I only felt a little thirsty in my throat, a little shaking and dizziness in my head, and then my throat was itchy for a while, and I coughed a few times......

"cough~cough~cough", it seems that they saw the movement on my side, and hurriedly walked over, the woman looked at me very anxiously, frowned, grabbed my hand, and said:

"Sakura, are you okay, A-Niang is here, don't be afraid."

"Let's say a few words, a loving mother is more defeated, hurry up and help Hua Ying dress up, and Su Fu will come to pick up people in two hours."

The man glanced at me hesitantly, but soon he puffed his sleeves and opened the door and left.

At this point, I only felt that my body was not under my control at all, and I was forced to get out of bed, and I was like a bystander looking at everything in front of me.

Then, he said unconsciously: "Auntie, I'm fine, help me make up, after a while, I will get married, in the final analysis, I am probably willing, so don't blame Daddy."

After saying this, a sour feeling immediately came to my heart, no, this is definitely not my style, I will never force myself to do things I don't like.

My body was no longer under my control, and when I put aside the silk quilt, I found that I was wearing a red wedding dress with gold trim and a large lotus pattern.

Then, I dragged my tired body to the dresser in front, and on the table was a radiant phoenix crown, phoenixes rising on both sides, jadeite carved feathered leaves, diamond gold tassel earrings, and a red hippoa.

I ,,, am I going to get married, I thought to myself, unconsciously pursed my lips, and then looked up at myself, my face was a little haggard, and there was no blood at all, but my hand still trembled and picked up the box of rouge in front of me and smeared it on my face.

Looking through the mirror, I saw that the woman covered her mouth, held back her crying, walked up to me, picked up the sandalwood on the table, helped me comb the three thousand green silks that were as black as ink, and sang the ballad with a little crying:

"One comb to the end, the other comb, our girl's white hair and eyebrows; The children and grandchildren of the three-comb girl are all over the ground; The four combs have good luck, and the way out meets nobles; Five combs and five sons come to receive the deed, and the five silver shoots are all ......"

The picture began to change, the deafening sound of cannonades, the sound of drums and suona, and dozens of miles of red makeup. Horse-drawn carriages lined up from the streets to the end of the streets, in an orderly manner.

The road was covered with countless red flakes, the cold wind swept the fragrance of flowers and made my head dizzy, and even the trees all over the city were tied with countless red ribbons.

The roadside is full of troops maintaining order, and the surging crowd is endless, shoulder to shoulder, all of them stick their heads out to watch this wedding that has rarely been seen in a hundred years.

Guns, cannons, red lanterns open the way, blowing and blowing all the way along the way.

I was taken into a dimly lit new room, and I lifted the red handkerchief slightly, and the embroidered satin quilt was actually covered with red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds.

Then I was taken to the wedding hall, and when I looked down, I saw a pair of slender and somewhat pale hands, and he held my hand, and I felt a little warm, and stepped into the hall covered with red clothes.

Then, blow and blow and blow again.

Suddenly, a breeze blew through and lifted a small piece of my hijab so that others could not see it clearly.

And I just happened to see it really, the man with a monocle of silver glasses with skin as white as snow, black as daisy, and a very delicate pocket watch embedded in the red robe, he raised a smile like a cherry blossom at me, and I immediately paused.

Immediately, it was the sound of "one bow to the high hall" through the perspective of Xipa, and I saw him turn around, and I was supported by the maids, turned around, faced each other, bowed my head at the same time, and performed the first round of salutes......

From looking down to lifting, I found myself back again

The dimly lit new house, however, I noticed a tearing pain in my chest.

The smell of bloody sweetness in the air filled my mouth and nose, and I shook my hand, and my palm was shocked, the fluid feel ...... That feel......

I only felt my heart pounding, but I didn't have time to think about it, so I quickly moved my body first, and the pain in my chest was intense.

I saw that the left ribcage had been pierced deep by the dagger, and it hung there crookedly and crookedly, and the pain was terrifying when I touched it, and the blood was constantly flowing out.

Blood splattered, flowing through the silver blade face, and a faint dark glow flickered.

My throat was hoarse, and I cried out Yin Yin's blood, and my mouth was full of blood, sweet, my favorite sweetness, and it turned out that my own blood also tasted like this.

As soon as my head tilted, a bloody hole appeared in my throat, as if I suddenly opened my bloody lips, and smiled, yes, I was actually laughing, I was dying, and I was still muttering a sentence in my mouth, "Shen Yan, for you, I am willing." ”

Then, the door of the new house was opened, and I was greeted by the "Xinlang" who had married me, his trembling hands, looking at me weakly, his eyes were bloodshot and tears.

I looked at him, a new robe stained with my blood, standing under the light and shadow of the brocade cloth, I slowly stretched out my hand, touched his face, I groaned, "...... Su Mian, I'm sorry, I owe you, next life, ......"

Immediately, I couldn't look at him anymore, I only felt a sense of relief and freedom in my heart that I had never felt before after living for so long, and finally, I got rid of ......

There was a man's cry in his ears, and the feeling that he trembled weakly, as if he had been shaken into a dead leaf in this midnight howling wind, and his teeth trembled, and a subtle cry-like wail from his chest, and he cried out the name in a heart-rending voice.

"Hanazakura—"

The wail also resounded in my own heart, and it became louder and louder, shaking my consciousness dizzy, and my mind was in a mess.

Unconsciously left tears in my eyes, that moist and cool feeling, as the summer breeze in July blew my awakening, the pillow has long been soaked with tears, probably I am used to it?

This is Jiang Nuan's 101st time, in the rainy season, she has dreamed, countless times, she thinks about why she wants it so much, dreams of that place, dreams of the person who haunts her soul, and there is a person there who can never be forgotten at this time.

This dream is extremely real, sometimes so real that even Jiang Nuan can't tell the difference between the real world and the dream.

"Tick tock~" It was raining lightly outside, and the alarm on the bedtable rang.

Jiang Nuan got up and turned off the alarm clock, after washing, she opened the window, when it rained, the green shadow outside the window was dripping with the morning dew, the light rain and breeze outside, and the fresh air, it was refreshing.

"Jingle Bell~" The slight vibration sound at the pocket seemed to disturb Jiang Nuan's rare leisure, she clicked on the mobile phone, and the prompt function information inside clearly read, "Stupid Sumian's birthday, remember to give him a surprise!" ”

July 1st, today is Su Mian's birthday, and it is also a full hundred days since his disappearance, this room hides the memories he and Jiang Nuan shared, and the regretful play, sweetness, happiness, and happiness are all reflected in Jiang Nuan's eyes.

"Don't you want me anymore, stupid Sumian, don't think that if you disappear, I won't be able to find you, if I find out, it's not something that can be solved with a few candies." Jiang Nuan's heart was sour, countless grievances and sadness came to his heart, and the tears could no longer be stopped, spilling down like beans.

She crouched on the edge of the bed, and the warm yellow light did not seem to alleviate the sadness in her heart, her trembling back, and her hands clasped weakly on her knees.

No one knows how Jiang Nuan has spent the past 100 days, and every day when he opens his eyes, he is looking for traces of the missing people in the Qingzhou magnitude 7 earthquake on the Internet a year ago, and it has been three full months, and there is still no news.

Perhaps, people will gradually forget and give up the search for those missing people, and just find an excuse to hide their sadness by being shocked and drowned in the disaster.

But Jiang Nuan is different, even if this matter, in the past few years, ten years, more than ten years, decades, she wants to find him.

The Su Mian who disappeared during the Qingzhou earthquake, her first boyfriend, she just wanted to see him again, and said sorry to him for her wayward run away before.

Just when Jiang Nuan was distracted for a while, the mobile phone rang, she was already a little numb to those useless messages, raised the phone weakly, and said lightly.

"Hello."

"Xiao Nuan, it's me, Sumian's mother......