In fact, the view of marriage can neither be regarded as the inevitable result of love, nor can it be regarded as the grave of love.

It is neither holy nor evil, but just a way of relationship between men and women, or even a habit.

In other words, if you happen to live in primitive times, your relationship with a woman (or man) is a group marriage; If you happen to live in ancient times, you may have three wives and four concubines (or you are one of many); And if you live in another ethnic minority tribe, there will be a different way of getting along with men and women.

These various and strange relationships between men and women, each way will have the rationality of each way, and each way will have the limitations of each way.

As one anthropologist put it: never think that the monogamy that is now in vogue is quasi-one; In fact, the relationship between men and women has a rich form and content.

Some people who don't want to get married will cite all kinds of disadvantages caused by marriage; Others who desire to get married will also show the infinite joy of marriage.

If you think about it, whether you get married or not, everyone will gain some and lose some at the same time. However, trying to find security through marriage, or seeking freedom by escaping marriage, is often unsuccessful in the face of reality.

Many people who are depressed because of unhappy marriages, and naturally there are many people who are sad because they are single and helpless. Of course, there are many people who are happy and open in marriage, and there are many people who are chic and comfortable in their single life.

All these things show that people's happiness really has little to do with the form of marriage.

Therefore, Ning Xiao has not analyzed and compared the difference between before marriage and after marriage. She feels that when two people are together, they just need to feel happy and comfortable, and they don't have to pursue a form.

A great writer once said: "I am satisfied enough to be a person like this." What is the purpose of life other than to enjoy life? ”

Indeed, we should live like this, and we should let life bloom in the passage of time, so what else do you want? Therefore, it is better not to complicate an otherwise simple issue.

Wary of overly grand weddings or overly exaggerated vows, vows at a gorgeous wedding, and soon unable to endure the torments of daily life and go their separate ways, such a scene is really a great irony of life.

Therefore, for marriage, Ning Xiao thinks that it is good to treat it with a normal heart, and when you meet it, you will stay together, the sun rises and sets, the clouds are light and the wind is clear, and you will be old until you are old.

Obviously, Cheng Ziyang is somewhat contrary to her point of view. He felt that if he didn't hold a grand wedding, he wouldn't be able to tell the world that he was the man who really owned Ning Xiao.

At the same time, because most of the people around him supported Cheng Ziyang's point of view, Ning Xiao didn't bother to explain nonsense. Anyway, she won't worry about all the matters of the wedding. When the time comes, she'll be a puppet at the mercy of others.

Ning Xiao's attitude towards the wedding made Cheng Ziyang a little crying and laughing. However, when he thought about it, he also felt that Ning Xiao's attitude was not wrong. As a person who is likely to be the highest-level ability in the human world, if she is like an ordinary girl, she has a fanatical pursuit of weddings, and the first person who can't bear it should be him Cheng Ziyang.

After such a self-explanatory exoneration, Cheng Ziyang also let go, and lived a real husband and wife life with Ning Xiao, no longer like at the beginning, he was a little timid at every turn.

Anhui Qin at the end of winter is still so quiet. As if after the turbulence of the last days, it has become more stable. Therefore, in the early morning, Cheng Ziyang took Ning Xiao and the others to prepare to leave.

The gloomy sky, like the parting sadness, can't shake away the melancholy and grievances. Those who are separated always yearn for tranquility, but they cannot go far.

The river outside the base still flows slowly, and the dry tears are gone, but the water is still flowing in people's hearts. Stepping onto the stone slab and blue brick road beneath your feet, it seems that everyone does not know where they are going.

The rain was still pouring down, making the whole base moist. Looking up at the sky, I feel like a haggard resentful woman whispering about the loneliness and emptiness of life.

The traces left by the years are difficult to erase the pain in my heart. After all, Anhui Qin was already very old, so old that he stared at them silently as outsiders, expecting them to respond to their contemplation, so that the traces of life could be painted on the face of the ancient door.

Maybe others knew what the next stop would be like, but Ning Xiao didn't know what the place he was going to would be like. Sometimes, even if someone can explain to her the next stop, she just can't imagine what it will look like.

At this moment, standing in front of me are some quaint and quiet houses, which seem to be looking forward to her arrival, and seem to be complaining that history has erased it and become a lost place.

In fact, many bases in Huaxia had been slowly lost in Ning Xiao's memory, including those that were extremely familiar or even very important.

However, in her memory, she is still no stranger to old houses. After all, she had lived in a very old house for thousands of years before the crossing, and it was an unforgettable memory.

Seeing these old and abandoned houses in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in her heart. She thought it might be from the pain of the vicissitudes of time.

Why? She's just a passerby, but maybe it's more because she sees the image of home, and here she sees a microcosm of home telling her about its life.

Memories are erasing the traces of her years. For many days, she seemed to be barely able to find the fulcrum of her life. Qinwan, an ancient place, has no hustle and bustle, nor the glitz and restlessness of the world, and is always maintaining its image of the vicissitudes of time, letting everything go naturally.

"Boss!" At the same time as she sighed, Qin Ji led a large group of people to suddenly come to see her off. "Why don't you even say hello?"

"Hmm-" Cheng Ziyang took his outstretched hand and held it tightly. "You have to take care of yourself. There are too many mountains above you, so be careful! ”

"Yes, I will try my best to make Wanqin the scenery that you are satisfied with!" Qin Ji was making a guarantee.

"You must protect these old things," Cheng Ziyang pointed to the old house in front of him, instructing. "This is one of the few relics that the prosperous era of China can leave to future generations."

"I understand, don't worry!" Qin Ji let go of his hand and saluted Cheng Ziyang with a military salute!

"It's hard work!" Cheng Ziyang also returned him a military salute.

Tranquility is the quiet atmosphere exuded by the blue-gray walls and the blue-white stone streets, like cooking smoke, like mist, drifting away, which is a trace of coldness beyond the footprints of time.

At the moment, the streets are still quiet, and the old houses give people only memories of history, which can be seen everywhere. However, the resulting side streets do not have the liveliness and glitz, but have a rustic feel mixed with the countryside. Obviously, this is the mark that the end times are leaving on it.

However, it is not touched by the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and still retains the ancient vicissitudes of life in its purity. Walking under the eaves, the water on the stone slabs soaked everyone's shoes, cool but not cold.

Some of the houses are uninhabited, some are dilapidated, and some of the tiles have been half removed. According to people here, some of the owners of the houses are no longer there or have moved out, and the houses are in disrepair. Because this place is located on the outer edge of Anhui Qin, it is the first place where zombies give up when attacking the base.

Knowing the history of these houses, Ning Xiao and Cheng Ziyang stood alone in a deserted courtyard, looking at the bricks and tiles in the yard, although there were no bucket arches and cornices, carved beams and painted buildings, no hollow carvings on doors and windows, and complex patterns, they had the simplicity of the courtyard and the unique beauty of the courtyard.

Now, it is a pity that they are no longer inhabited, and this courtyard is even more tired and old.

There was still a drizzle, the sky was still gloomy and dark, and the courtyard was silent all around, except for the scattered notes of rain. In the courtyard, there is also an old osmanthus tree, the flowers have withered, but it is still a little late, and it still exudes a fragrant fragrance there.

The tree is no longer luxuriant, the scarce branches and leaves are just right for this ancient courtyard, scattered flowers, branches and leaves can not hide its fragrance, so that the old courtyard adds another layer.

The things in the yard were in a mess, and they felt even more desolate. The branches and leaves stretched to the eaves of the house, and the flowers bloomed, but the people who saw them were gone. Who's watching? The sky is watching? Old house looking? What is the desolate mess looking up?

After the wind and rain, this place is still lonely, and Xiaohua is just let history look up and think.

When night was approaching, Cheng Ziyang and his party quietly left this ancient base, and the dim night shrouded Anhui and Qin deeply, telling the old history.

"To tell the truth," Cheng Ziyang said quietly. "Such an ancient place, and such a vibrant Qin Ji, it really doesn't match well. You say, will I make a mistake this time? ”

"How so?" Ning Xiao responded. "This is Qin Ji's ancestral home. He's ingrained here. If you let him come back here, it will be like the fish returning to the sea and the horses returning to the grassland. ”

"In a sense, when he takes care of everything here, it is many times easier than Weng Mi and the others!"

"That's what you said!" Cheng Ziyang nodded at this time, indicating tens of millions.

This time, Cheng Ziyang did not take the plane, but led a long convoy and left those old houses, old osmanthus trees, and bricks and rubble. Of course, in the depths of the years behind the convoy, these quaint relics still have to bloom. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The Last Days: The Fairy Wife Rampant Claw Book House" for free for the first time.