In the early morning, the fog had not yet lifted, and there was a drop of dew on the freshly pulled shoots from the soil.

Sunlight pours down and wafts through the mist, bringing a touch of life.

Duan Zhen moved his steps and pushed open the wooden door of his house.

"Dad, why did you get up?"

Some of the fat babies were rubbing their eyes and shouting on the bed.

"Hurt your child, dad go out for a walk, you can sleep again."

Duan Zhen touched the child's hair and covered his futon.

Then, he walked straight out of the house.

Closing the door, Duan Zhen looked at the sky and couldn't help but sigh softly.

He had fantasized countless times about what kind of child he would have in the future.

Will this child be a boy or a girl?

When he was on Earth in his previous life, he had reached the moment to talk about marriage, so he naturally thought about this issue.

If it was a boy, then he must do everything to buy his son a property.

It can be small, but it has to be.

If it is a girl, then he must do his best to give his daughter the best life.

The girl's family has been rich since she was a child, and she has seen the world, so she will not be deceived by some bastards casually when she grows up.

Of course, there can be no psychology of vanity comparison.

This was one of Duan Zhen's requirements for himself back then.

If there is a child, whether it is a man or a woman, he has to work harder than before.

It's a pity that he didn't have a chance to implement it.

After arriving at the Qingyuan Realm, he had no plans in this regard.

Growing up as a baby again, the mindset will naturally change.

This kind of idea of getting married and having children can be said to never arise at all.

Unexpectedly, this time I came to the world of the five congenital mothers, but I had an extra relationship and an extra son.

"Ahn so... Less injury..."

Duan Zhen slowly left his house and walked towards the mountain behind Gujiazhuang.

He didn't go to find any primordial recorders, nor did he inquire about any relevant news, but walked to the back mountain.

This is a cemetery.

It's late autumn, and it's still a little chilly in the morning.

With some damp wind, gently blowing.

Duan Zhen slowly walked in front of a new monument that had just been built, looked at the few big characters on the monument, and was speechless for a while.

Those words were deeply printed on the stone tablet, and he dragged his exhausted body and used all his strength to engrave them word by word.

"The tomb of his beloved wife An Xiu."

Duan Zhen stretched out his palm with some hesitation, stroking the stone tablet, stroking the traces of these words.

On the word An Xiu, he stayed for a long time.

"Ah Xiu..."

Duan Zhen closed his eyes, as if he was recalling his wife who had been with him for five years.

Gradually, subconsciously, the memories of Gu Jiu's personality came to mind one after another:

"The groom is here to pick up the bride!"

In the dimness, heroic shouts rose in his ears.

This was followed by a constant stream of cacophony.

It's noisy, but it's all festive.

Duan Zhen felt that he was straddled on top of a good horse, and with apprehension and anticipation in his heart, he was staring at the road that was about to be completed in front of him.

At the end of the road is the maiden home of the wife who has not passed through the door.

"Lao Jiu, get off the horse and enter the house! Don't be stunned! ”

Duan Zhen was a little stunned, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he had arrived.

Fortunately, a clan brother saw his distraction and immediately reminded him behind him.

He hurriedly jumped off the horse, his eyes looking left and right, and his hands were a little unsure where to put them.

"Carry the bride on the opposite side to our sedan chair, remember to work harder, don't be clumsy!"

"Why is Brother Jiu's face red? Hey, why are you green again? Ha! Now it's white! ”

"Don't laugh at Lao Jiu, hurry up, we're ready!"

Duan Zhen felt that his ears were a little buzzing, but he also understood what he should do under the coaxing of the clansmen.

He straightened his clothes and stepped into the woman's door.

On the opposite side was a large group of jubilant people, all of whom were smiling at themselves.

"Ah Xiu..."

Duan Zhen paused, and then saw a person wearing a red hijab and being supported by a female dependent.

He felt his heart beat faster at this moment, and his breathing was a little short.

"Hurry up!"

The people of the same clan behind him saw that they were stunned again, and they couldn't help but shout in a low voice.

Duan Zhen took a few more steps, and approached the bride with a somewhat vague footsteps.

He stretched out a hand and wanted to take the bride directly, but was immediately opened by the surrounding women.

"I like sugar and money!"

The ladies chattered and spoke, with a hint of reproach in their words.

This made Duan Zhen's face even redder.

He hurriedly took out the crushed silver candy that he had prepared long ago from his cuffs and handed it to everyone.

After making a fuss for a while, these ladies let Duan Zhen go.

Then, he gently hugged the bride in front of him.

"Knock knock!"

As soon as the curvaceous soft body came into contact, it made Duan Zhen's heart tremble.

He felt his heart beating so fast that it felt like it was about to pop out of his chest.

"Dan Hong!"

After picking up the bride, Duan Zhen didn't have time to experience it for a long time before he was pressed on the shoulders by the male relatives of the woman's family.

Then, a big red flower quilt weighing eighteen pounds was carried on his shoulders.

Because he still had to hold the bride in his arms and put a full ten quilts on his back, Duan Zhen immediately tied up a stake and stabilized his figure.

This is a symbol of festivity, and it is also a kind of etiquette to receive relatives.

Each groom has to hold the bride while being covered with a quilt on his shoulders.

In this process, the longer the groom persists, the more flowers he bears, and the more stable the bride he holds, which symbolizes the prosperity of his future life.

Of course, carrying ten quilts is the upper limit, which means perfection, and there is no need for more.

Duan Zhen quickly passed the test of Danhong, and in the earnest words of the woman's father and mother, he successfully hugged the bride in his arms into his sedan chair.

"Brother Jiu, thank you for your hard work."

Before leaving the sedan chair, the person who had been hugged by himself suddenly spoke softly.

Her voice made Duan Zhen's heart tremble.

But he was about to say something, but he was urged to get on the horse and had to leave.

After that, it was back to the colorful Gujiazhuang.

Crossing the brazier, which symbolizes the dispelling of evil spirits, they began to worship heaven and earth, high halls, and husband and wife.

It wasn't until he was full of wine and food, and the guests and hosts were happy, that Duan Zhen returned to the cave room.

"Brother Jiu... You're drunk..."

In front of the red couch case, a voice with shame sounded, which made Duan Zhen, who was a little drunk, suddenly sober up.

He stirred up his blood to dissipate the smell of wine, lifted the bride's hijab tremblingly, and finally saw this haunting person.

……

The past is accompanied by a breeze, gently blowing, blowing in the eyes.

Duan Zhen slowly opened his eyes, and the scene of flowers and candles in the cave room in his heart gradually dispersed.

The beauty is gone, and there are only a few cold stone carvings in front of her.

The tomb of his beloved wife, An Xiu.

"Ah Xiu..."

Duan Zhen sighed and was speechless for a long time.

He stood in front of the tombstone for the whole day, and then turned back and left, until sunset.

The autumn wind rises, who is sighing?

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