It was like a strong man with limited mobility, walking around in the depths of the temple.

The curtain was knocked open, and the people inside walked out.

Dressed in a brand-new red wedding robe, the light of the torch beating fell on him, and his pale face became more and more gloomy.

He looked to be twenty years old at most, not a strong man, on the contrary, quite thin.

But between the actions, the feet seem to be involuntarily on their own, and with each step, there is a heavy dragging sound.

The eyes of the villagers were focused on him, with awe and inexplicable excitement.

In the strange sound of the flute, a young man in a red robe walked step by step to the center of the temple. Stand still in front of two huge bonfires burning with blazing flames, expressionless.

A man in his forties with a Sichuan character tattoo between his eyebrows walked up to him, looked at him with a sad expression for a while, and leaned over to pat the dust off his clothes carefully.

"Xing'er, today is your big day, my father is very pleased, and your grandfather even dragged his sick body to watch the ceremony in person. You're going to be good today, you're going to finish the ritual well, you know? ”

The young man in the red wedding dress stood in front of him like a stake, his expression blank.

The man reached out and combed his slightly messy short black hair, and looked at him for a moment before waving his hand to the person next to him.

The priest's loud voice rang out again, "Bride, please!" ”

This time, it was quiet in the temple.

The wind and snow outside the hall rolled in, and a figure, along with the wind and snow, stepped into the hall.

She was dressed in red, covered with a red hijab, and looked petite. But the steps are very steady, revealing the softness and grace of a girl.

The bride in red walked from the gate of the temple to the bonfire until she was side by side with the bridegroom in the wedding robe.

It turned out to be a wedding.

But whether it is the newlyweds in the ceremony or the guests watching the ceremony, there is no lively and festive wedding, but a cold weirdness.

The priest said, "A man is a good woman, and a good husband is a good man!" From today onwards, you will be married and will sleep in the same coffin and buried in the same grave, and you will wait for each other on the Huangquan Road. If anyone violates the oath of today's marriage contract, he will not be born forever. ”

As he recited these blessings, there was silence in the temple.

All the villagers quietly saluted the couple in front of the bonfire.

When the priest had finished his greeting, he beckoned, and a child of seven or eight years old came over with a wooden tray covered with a red cloth.

The priest smiled, "I guess everyone is also curious about what the bride looks like." ”

"Xing'er, this child, I watched grow up, and over the years, I have been looking for a suitable bride for him. I chose and chosen, and I barely chose one, but I was not very satisfied. ”

"Until yesterday, the day before Xing'er's wedding, we finally met another girl, whether it is the birth date or the appearance, it is a girl who completely matches, isn't this a good couple?"

"Would you like to see what the bride looks like?"

The atmosphere in the temple softened with the laughter of the priest.

The villagers, especially the young children, responded, "I want to see it." ”

The priest said, "In that case, how about letting the bride take off the Sheipa herself and show you?" ”

"Good!" The children answered.

The priest smiled and said to the bride who was standing in front of the brazier, "Since the little children of the same clan want to see it, bride, please take the pluck." ”