Sun Yun looked at the red wedding dress on the desk, and the scene of that night kept flashing in his mind.

She opened the secret compartment of the wardrobe, where there lay quietly a belt full of patches, this belt, she looked at it day by day, sewed it day by day, and unwrapped it day by day, and so on and again, just to give herself a thought.

White and red are two levels that can't be crossed.

She walked to the window and looked into the distance. This attic is very high, and the only place where you can see the light is these small windows in all directions, and the world cannot give her tenderness, and the sun can only give half a penny. She has been locked up here for I don't know how long, and there are people coming and going, and no one has stopped here.

Apart from... Xiao An.

On that day, she saw Xiao An wandering in the attic in front of the house, and climbed up the mountainside not far away to shout, but unfortunately the wind was unwilling to pity them in this short distance. They are only separated by a wall, and in the end they can only watch each other's departing backs.

No one can save anyone.

A house. Li'er and I gathered around the fire and re-sewed the old clothes we brought back, which can also resist the winter. Recently, there have been a lot of extra-festival things in Qingmen, and the security everywhere has been much stricter. I wanted to write to Yi Xiaoqi, but I couldn't write anything when the words came to my pen. After all, I only have a one-sided relationship with him, and it is not certain whether he remembers me or not.

I didn't expect that the person who accompanied me for the New Year's Day in the end was a chatty little girl.

The charcoal fire in the stove was extinguished, extinguished and burned again, and the drama of self-redemption was constantly staged.

I remember the first year in Qingmen, there was red everywhere, and the musicians who went up the mountain were full of flutes, so it was not lively. However, I had a cold and could not attend the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in Qingmen. I could only lean by the curtain, watch the faint candlelight in the auditorium, smell the fragrance and guess the name of the dish.

Later, the candlelight remained on until midnight, and when I was about to turn off the lights and go to bed, fireworks lit up at the door of a house, and one by one they stopped in the air, warming my whole heart. Agu and Senior Sister Yun came out from both sides, one holding a hot pot and the other holding a bowl, giving me a big surprise.

On that day, the candles in my house were blazing and did not go out all night.

The past is vivid, and the things around us are not people.

When I came back to my senses, the fire had been extinguished a lot. One day, this osmanthus pear paste can be sealed, pinching the time, just enough to make a wedding gift and send it out.

When I went to get the charcoal, I took the opportunity to take out the note I had written a few days ago and carefully dipped it in each piece of jelly paste.

The wind and snow have been going on for several days, and I am a little worried about Fan Lang.

I estimated that Li'er would not be back for a quarter of an hour, so I simply put on a gray coat, held a torn oil-paper umbrella, and brought a blanket, and went to the small pharmacy on the mountainside to buy some pills to warm and ward off the cold. If I go to Renmen to get medicine, not to mention the cumbersome rules, and I have to be asked questions, I don't have much time, so I can only run halfway up the mountain, so as not to delay.

The cold wind was blowing on my knees, and I guess I couldn't sleep tonight because of the pain again.

I had already asked Li'er to inquire, and Fan Lang was sent to the warehouse to wash dirty clothes and night pots. The treasury is the most remote place in the Prayer Mountain, and the house of less than 40 square meters emits a foul smell all day long, and more than a dozen people nest on the floor to open up their bunks, and get up early and get up late and still get the least salary.

Fan Lang is the child of a farmer under the mountain, he has no background, and he became an inner disciple because of his hard work. It's just that he provoked people who shouldn't be provoked, and he was directly punished to death.

I got lost twice to find this place.

The door to the storeroom was a moldy wooden door, and even the wind could not stop it, and the cold mixed with nameless resentment kept me out. I softly pushed the door open, as if walking into hell, a bunch of scrawny skeletons doing their hard work with expressionless faces, flies were the most active creatures, and there was no place to stay. I can't imagine how a childlike person like Fan Lang can survive here.

"Excuse me...... Did anyone see Fan Lang? ”

No one paid attention to me, they had to do things every minute of their time. Prayer Mountain is known as the most sincere source of happiness in Yunshui Town, but the disciples inside are intrigued, philistine, and the people at the bottom suffer from the pain of reality, and they can't receive the blessings of those pilgrims at all.

They are the most devout disciples, but they live as walking corpses, sad, sad.

I couldn't waste any time, so I lifted the hem of my skirt and looked down at each face, trying to find a little bit of Fan Lang's mold. The people who are imprisoned here are all disciples who have made mistakes, and there are also blind people, and I walked around the courtyard for a long time, and the more I looked, the more worried I became.

I can't find it, Fan Lang who is hiding from me.

"Fan Lang, I know you're here, if you don't want to see me, I'll put this thing next to the earthen jar in the south, you take it slowly, I'll go first."

I guess Fan Lang must be hiding in some corner and not speaking, so I can only put my things away and leave quickly. The air in the storeroom was abhorrent, and it made people want to kill themselves. I didn't dare to stay for a long time, in order to keep Fan Lang's little self-esteem.

In the end, I still couldn't tell him the news that my sister was going to get married.

Perhaps, it is better for him to be here, not to hear annoying words, and not to see the unfairness of the world. I didn't see him, so I let time go when we first met, he was still the handsome young man, and I was still the little girl who didn't know anything about the world.

Fan Lang, may you be well.

Storeroom. Behind the southern flower bed stretched out a pair of hands full of frostbite, the bones of the hands were distinct, but they could not hold the skin, and they were crumbling and terrifying. He shuddered as he took the contents of his baggage, and then let out a staccato laugh.

Seeing me coming back in such an embarrassment, Li'er didn't care about scolding me, so she quickly fetched hot water to warm my body. My dress was covered with gray grass and mud, my shoes were mostly wet, and when I took off my clothes, I realized that even my chest was a little gray, and my knees were red and deformed. I felt like I was entangled in something, and I couldn't get rid of it.

I stuffed my head in the hot water, trying to wash the skin from head to end.

I seemed to be out of breath, drowning in the water, surrounded by a river full of blood, and the tide tore me from side to side, it was another painful dream.

My beautiful dress was dirty, my nice jewelry was torn, and everything fell apart. I wanted to call for help, but my brother just hugged me and let the stone scratch his body.

"Lin Yi, you have to live, you have to live!"

Then, my father and mother were gone, the house was gone, the peach tree was gone, and my brother and I didn't know where the water had gone. The shore is chaotic, life and death in the water are uncertain, and we dare not let go or blink.

Who's where, who's standing where?

The will of my body awakened me, and I opened my eyes suddenly, and I was still in this warm tub. The gentle water choked on my nose and burned my heart cruelly. I looked at the whirlpool in the water that had not been calmed down for a long time, and it reflected the face of a girl as white as paper. I put on my shirt and lived the life of a fool again.

"Miss Lin, is it fun to get married?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Senior Sister Sun is going to get married tomorrow, such a grand scene, I really envy it, if one day I can get married in such a beautiful way, I will be happy if it is fake."

"Marriage is a matter of two people. Actually, I don't know if it's fun or not. But you're so cute, and you'll definitely be fine if you marry in the future. ”

"Miss Lin, you are really a kind wife."

Pear hugged me next to the bench, her fleshy face was full of her unworldly smile, I looked at this smile, I only hoped that it would last a little longer, not to be rubbed away by the wind outside.

Senior Sister Yun is married in a beautiful manner, and I want to see her decently.

Pear snooze, I put out a candle and put a blanket on her. The house was dilapidated, and many wooden stakes were covered with moss, and the snow was attached to it, which made it look particularly desolate.

There was only one candle in the room, and there were sparse figures in it, and I saw the flickering candle flame dangling in front of me, like a sunset.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

Storeroom. He was out of place here, with several brightly colored parrots resting next to his black cloak, parrots eating flies and people eating people. Fan abandoned his hand with the boiling tea and surrendered to his feet.

"It's a pity, your sweetheart will have everything tomorrow."

"This broken belt, it might as well burn it. What's the difference between the way you look and this? ”

"No, no, you're lying to me, you're lying to me, you're lying to me......"

"Huh."

When the parrot finished eating, it learned to speak to its master. He picked up the cup of tea and drank it without blinking. Watching the moon and appreciating tea is a great pleasure in life, but his pleasure is usually based on the pain of others.

Fan Qi curled up and kept repeating that sentence, he dropped the white belt in his hand and covered his eyes affectionately. Fan Qi subconsciously stepped back, and with a bandage covering him, he was a little bit of a god born in troubled times, and he always looked like a person. He put the flint in Fan Qi's hand, patted him on the shoulder affectionately, and then left satisfied.

"Fan Qi, this hundred years have been together, you have to go and see for yourself."

I didn't sleep all night, and I was afraid that if I closed my eyes, I would have those strange dreams, which were like curses, and they weighed me down every night. The osmanthus crisp pear paste is ready, the fragrance of osmanthus accompanies the fruity fragrance of pineapple, and this small bottle contains the four seasons of the world.

The snow stopped, and the sun came out to show its face.

Ben is next to the New Year, the wedding time is advanced again, everything can only be simplified, and people tacitly play haha, sending blessings for this farce.

I started dressing up early, and I didn't even care about eating. Li'er complained that I was being serious, and I laughed and didn't say anything.

If your own sister gets married, how can she not dress up?

My long hair was tied in a small strand with a red hair band at the ends, and the extra sideburns on both sides were looped into balls, which were fixed with the silver hairpin as usual, and the sound of the bell was crisp, which always woke up the foolish world. I rummaged through the closet the dress I had left over the year before and found the Hydrangea dress. The bottom of the white skirt is short in front and long in the back, and several pink flowers are embroidered on both sides at the end of the hem, and the sleeves are inlaid with red silk threads, like unflowered buds, which is pitiful. The most coincidental thing is that this dress is off-the-shoulder, so it is matched with a red cloud shoulder, and the falling ribbons are full of flowers, which looks festive. Flats are easy to wrestle, so I changed to a pair of white boots, and in order to match, I deliberately sewed two red hydrangeas on them last night.

I looked at my weak self in the mirror and hurriedly tried to cover up my illness with fat powder. After a glimpse tonight, my Senior Sister Yun will no longer belong to me.

Fireworks are easy to get cold, and the heavens will blow away the illusion of prosperity for mortals. Time pushed everyone away fairly, leaving me alone, and I prayed to suffer as they did, but God took pity on my stupidity and granted me loneliness.

I don't know if Senior Sister Yun at this moment misses the fireworks that night as much as I do.

Cloud House. The maids specially found rose petals and prepared a fragrant bath for her. Sun Yun is at the mercy of others like a puppet, she no longer cares who her husband is, and she doesn't care what her future will be.

The bride can't eat today, and the aunt who serves Sun Yun can't stand it, so she secretly stuffs two steamed buns for her, looking at this girl who is thin and thin, she is not happy at all.

The narrow room is full of people today, some pick out jewelry, some make up and hair, some wear clothes, and some secretly bargain for money, I heard that the invited are all the gods and goddesses in the town, and they will definitely be able to dress the bride like a fairy.

The wedding dress is heavy, it is a traditional skirt divided into seven pieces, the collar of the tunic is embroidered with pearls, the bottom skirt is several meters long, and the golden phoenix on it is vivid, attracting the birds outside the window to watch. Look at the phoenix crown, the crystal hairpin with the peony, the gold and silver hook silk hair comb, the excellent emerald green double jump, the cloisonné Yingluo, the gold inlaid jade belt...... This piece by piece, people are so confused that they can't open their eyes, and they tell people to hit the rich ditch, and they only stop when they hit their heads and break the bloodstream.

Sun Yun dropped the bronze mirror, she disdained to look at herself like this.

"Miss Yun, you see, all the congratulatory gifts on this table are from others."

"Yes, look, the agate kettle given by the prince, the water pearl bracelet given by Miss Sun... It's all gold and precious goods, Miss Sun is really a blessing....... Hey, who is this, send a food box over, it turns out to be Miss Lin, this is really random. ”

Wang Po and Liu Po, who were counting the gifts, said to the items on the lacquered wooden round table, and then took the food box and prepared to throw it away. When Sun Yun heard my name, her eyes slowly returned to her senses, and she didn't care about the group of strange people around her who had done great things to her, so she rushed up and grabbed the food box, and carefully held it in her arms.

Then, she held the food box like this, and sat in front of the dresser, at the mercy of others, as if the sober Sun Yun just now was an illusion.

Everything is ready, and the next thing is to wait for the auspicious time.

Everyone looked at Sun Yunmune's appearance, thinking that she couldn't come up with any new tricks, so they simply left the house and waited for dispatch under the attic.

Sun Yun closed the window, opened the food box, and used scissors to pry open the clip on the lid of the honeypot.

She didn't care about getting dirty with this expensive dress, so she twisted a small piece of pear paste with her bare hands and held it in her mouth, worried that it would melt.

It's so sweet......

The sweetness of the mouth fills the entire chest, and a warm current once again gives new life to every organ in the body, perhaps it is too sweet, so that people can't taste the suffering of the world at once. Sun Yun couldn't wait to swallow all this jar of anxiety medicine into his stomach, so that this heart would suffer less sin.

The candlelight and the pear paste were in harmony, and a corner of the house shone like holy light on the earth, but no one was blessed to be blessed by this mirage.

Sun Yun looked at the jar of pear paste carefully, and found that the candlelight could not penetrate the pear block pressed underneath, she took a closer look, and actually saw the mystery of the pear in the jar. She waved the useless gold and silver ornaments on the table, scattered the pear paste, smashed the bottom with scissors, and carefully took out the note sealed inside.

Suddenly, the candlelight is a big dream.

'Senior Sister Yun, don't be afraid, Xiao An will protect you for the rest of your life!'

My Senior Sister Yun is the most beautiful bride in the world.

Senior Sister Yun, if you are tired one day, the door will always be open for you.

......

Senior Sister Yun, you are my only sister, you have to be good. ’

Sun Yun's limbs were weak and he fell to the desk. She looked at the pieces of broken pear paste, which was the pure land she had guarded for three years. This fool, who is known to everyone, has to spend a lot of effort to save himself so quietly.

Sun Yun thought of Xiao An's thin back, thought of the scene of the three of them laughing together, and thought of the sentence he said, which was enough to kill me. She suddenly regretted it, even if it was a dream, she really regretted it. I was so obsessed with it, just to repay a greeting from going up the mountain that year.

I'm punishing myself, I'm redeeming the world.

The papier-mâché windows suddenly brightened, and it turned out that fireworks had begun to go off outside. Red fireworks dotted the silence of the night sky, and it struggled so hard to create the illusion of hilarity, so startled that the moon could only fall into the water, unable to distinguish the real from the fake.

The auspicious time has come, and the worship ceremony begins!

Sun Yun watched the attic that had been confined to him for a long time finally open its door, and there was a lot of people outside the door, red lanterns were hung everywhere, and red happy words were pasted in front of the window. The aunt put on her red hijab, took her hand and jumped over the brazier, the dry branches, and the cool pool, and carried her to the bridegroom in peace.

In front of her eyes was a patch of red, looming with human figures, and the little tricks of the folk were full of foolish blessings, which only made her sick.

The red hydrangea in her hand has always been pulled by a red rope, which should have been her husband who she had fantasized about for a lifetime, her God, and her life. And now, she stooped over and was restrained, and even though she crossed the high threshold, she would never get where she should go.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

The drummer struck three times, and there was a god on his head.

"Second worship high hall!"

The pipa is played sideways, with one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

"Husband and wife worship each other!"

The suona is tied with red silk, and it will last for a long time.

I sat at the dinner table in a regular manner, watching Qiao Dong holding the red rope with a drunken face, and accompanying her step by step through the second half of her life. When the salute was performed, the red hijab still firmly covered the bride's face, shielding her from the false blessings of the world. The music in the ears is deafening, this song is played, is it a blessing or a curse?

After the ceremony, the bride was taken to the back of the wedding room to wait for the candles in the cave room, and in the blink of an eye, she walked into another threshold that could not be exited, trapped in the house where she was neither crying nor laughing, and lived her life plainly. Which woman in this world is not like this?

Even though the scenery is infinitely good, it is finally the deep courtyard that locks Qingqiu.

It's time for it to end.

As soon as the bride left, the atmosphere in the auditorium was lively, and everyone raised their glasses and laughed. The sake brewed by the prayer mountain was originally for the use of the guests, and the degree was very low, but it was drunk to all the crazy men and women present. Wine is stronger than water, one makes people drunk, and the other makes people sober. I looked at the small amount of wine in the celadon pot, and I didn't know how many stories it had traveled through and how many roles it had played.

Qiao Dong was drenched in meat and vegetables, and stumbled to the backyard.

"Look, Young Master Qiao is so impatient."

"Yes, the bride is so blessed, such a big battle, come, do one!"

"If you don't get drunk, you won't go home!"

"Well, you say... This hero is sad to pass the beauty pass, the pervert... It's sad too, hahaha. ”

It is rare for pears to eat these delicacies from the mountains and seas, and they are spread on the food. I watched these unscrupulous lunatics who were emboldened by drinking and calling themselves heroes in uninhabited places.

Everyone has feelings, but wanton volatilization of feelings has become a child's doing. I think Senior Brother Wang is also dissatisfied with this wedding, and Senior Sister Li also feels sorry for Senior Sister Yun, but they are adults, and in the adult world, there is no courage and no heroes.

Perhaps, I'm drunk too. The spirits enter the heart, leaving only bitterness.

Sun Yun had been sitting upright on the edge of the bed, his hungry chest pressed against his back. Her hijab could only be lifted by Qiao Dong, and before that, she could only sit upright like this.

The headdress seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and the dress was equally heavy, and she was so overwhelmed that she could only hold the scissors hidden in the cuffs, and she was terrified all the time.

She's damned.

The Nanmu door was pushed open, and the sound of heavy footsteps brought the cool air whistling outside the house. The window was beaten by the branches and the miserable cry was continuous, the candle flame was blocked by the shadow, and the room was much darker, and he came to her and blocked out the gossip outside.

Sun Yun's heart was cold and he closed his eyes.

"If you hate me, hate me for the rest of your life."