Chapter 137: A Little Poem in the Moonlight
"Lu Xia, I'm sorry!" Listening to the hustle and bustle in the house, Xia Xue's face suddenly sank.
Secretly hiding a handful of tears, she sniffed and said to me again: "Lu Xia, I know it's wrong to force you here!" But I really don't know what to do, I don't know how I'm going to keep you, I'm panicking, as soon as I let go you won't be there. ”
Xia Xue couldn't hold back anymore, and tears rolled down her cheeks like broken beads. She covered her face and sobbed: "Lu Xia, what should I do?" ”
"Don't do that, okay?" I began to feel at a loss, picked up tissues from the stone table, and pumped them to her one by one.
"Lu Xia, can we really get married? Can you really be my husband? Xia Xue looked at me with big eyes, and I saw the snowflakes flying in my eyes, and there was a cluster of flame light swaying in the snowy night, but it was so insignificant!
"It's already like this, you don't have to think about it." I pointed to the parents in the room discussing marriage, and wiped the tears from Xue's cheeks with my palm, and my heart seemed to be bleeding out.
Xia Xue looked at me with a fascinated face, with tears on her face, but a faint smile on the corner of her mouth: "Lu Xia, I really hope that all this is true!" You just look at me right in front of my eyes, don't leave, don't dodge, don't betray ......"
The fingers that were rubbing the snow sideburns trembled, and he could no longer look directly into her burning gaze.
"Xue, I will be a good husband in the future, I promise!"
"I didn't disbelieve you!" Xia Xue suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly: "Lu Xia, do you know? Even now, I believe in you immensely. In my heart, you are the only God, my whole spiritual faith. No matter what you do to me, I have not wavered in the slightest love for you. ”
Xia Xue looked at me here, laughed twice and asked, "Lu Xia, this is the so-called 'licking dog', right?" ”
"What the hell do you want?" I noticed that she was beginning to speak incoherently, presumably because she had something vague to say.
Xue didn't say anything more, and looked at the noisy words in the room, and his eyebrows tightened, as if he had made a decision.
At the same time, the discussion in the room also had a result. The so-called 'marriage event' was finally docked, and the dust settled at this moment.
It is the same as the last time the parents of the two parties discussed in Hefei, the difference is that this time the auspicious day of the zodiac was chosen, so it should be called 'engagement'!
After the wedding date is set, the next thing is to wait for us to go and take a seat.
I found that marriage is actually quite child's play, and it is not as sacred and solemn as I imagined. Whether two people are in love with each other or don't know each other, holding a ceremony is the so-called couple.
Why do people get married?
Does getting married mean that you are the only ones in Pets, and no one else can break in?
But
If someone has already broken in, are you still married?
Or, you can't see the other person as the only one, do you still insist on getting married?
……
In the afternoon, I took my parents to play around the ancient city of Huizhou, and my father was a bit of a literary fan, and sighed at the feelings of 'a lifetime of obsession, no dream of Huizhou' in the poem.
I don't know what kind of background the ancients wrote such feelings, did they fall into a kind of powerless wave like me? If yes, then it is impossible to be dreamless!
At night, the parents were toasted by the seven aunts and eight aunts of the snow, and they drank crookedly.
Xia Xue and I left the table early to help Mother Xue clean up another room.
Because of the limited conditions, I need a room to sleep in the snow. After a brief freshening up, they went back to the house. The moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival is particularly bright, and the autumn insects in the fields outside the window are murmuring.
It's not the first time I've slept in this room with her, but now that I haven't been drinking, I'm awake, and I feel weird.
Before the summer snow, I slept on the bed, lying flat with the quilt, staring at the flower board with my eyes.
I swayed for a while, grinding and chirping and crawling into bed. But as soon as I lifted the quilt, I was stunned!
"Snow, you ......"
"Lu Xia" Xue wrapped around me, took a deep breath, and was brave: "I was wrong before, I think, I have no right to blame you." Because I didn't fulfill my girlfriend's duty to cause that incident, I ......"
"Can you not do this?" I burst into tears, and my inner defense collapsed again.
"Yuki, I know how ridiculous I am, but I promise you、I can swear that Sakura will never believe me in that kind of thing again, okay? Believe me! ”
Xia Xue smiled quietly in the bright moonlight, sniffed, put on her clothes, and walked out of the room.
When I came to the courtyard, Xue was sitting at the stone table looking up at the big pear tree. The moonlight trickled through the cracks in the pear trees and dappled down her face.
"The long night can't hide the moon with a lonely sail
Autumn cold bones show your beauty
I am a gecko under the banyan tree, looking up at you, licking my white finger belly......"
Xia Xue came here, raised a fascinated smile, turned her head to look at me and asked, "Lu Xia, when you wrote this poem, you must have missed her very much, right?" ”
“……”
My mind swirled and poured out all the memories. However, I couldn't find the slightest clue.
"Xue, how did you know about this poem?" I asked, stunned.
Xia Xue raised her head slightly with a beautiful face, looked at the bright moonlight, the grass bees sleeping on the pear trees, and the bats hovering overhead, and suddenly laughed sneeringly, and then chanted:
"Dragonflies sleep soundly on the branches
Bats dancing in the moonlight
I am a gecko under the banyan tree, groaning, counting the dew drops on the tips of your hair......"
After chanting this, she turned her face slightly, tilted her head and looked longingly: "It's so beautiful!" Lu Xia, I really want to be that banyan tree! ”
"You haven't told me yet, how did you know about this poem?"
I asked as if the pine nuts buried in a pine tree had been gouged out, which made it nervous.
I remember that at that time, Zhou Haoran and I were both drunk, lying on the roof of Yucheng and admiring the moonlight. I don't know how to write this poem and send it to Hu Shanshan. Other than that, I have not written to anyone and have not published in any publications. Absolutely original.
And what I can't understand is, why did Xia Xue know this poem? Could it be that I gave her a dream when I was talking in my dreams? It's strange to think about!
"Lu Xia, I'm not afraid that you and Wang Yuqing won't have a relationship, because I know that you don't have her in your heart. But Hu Shanshan is different, she is my biggest threat! ”
At this point, Xia Xue slowly turned her face to me: "I'm sorry Lu Xia, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"
I can't stand it! The woman cried as soon as she spoke, and the crying was endless, sniffing and choking, and never again uttering a complete sentence.