In the pouring rain, a delicate red figure walked into the backyard with an umbrella, the rain "crackled" on the umbrella surface, Tang Muen's body was already half wet, the cold wind blew, the white flags and white lanterns hanging everywhere in the yard swayed, the rain and fog were diffuse, and a cement tomb loomed not far away, which made the atmosphere more and more eerie.

In the middle of the night, if ordinary people came to this kind of place, they would have been frightened a long time ago, but Tang Muen only hesitated slightly, and calmly walked through the corridor and into the mourning hall.

The room was full of candles, Zhuo Xiao was still wearing the black suit at the wedding, he stood in front of the tablet on the table, his back was majestic and solemn, hearing the footsteps behind him, Zhuo Xiao twisted his long eyebrows and turned back, the sadness in his eyes was fleeting, replaced by surprise and anger, "What are you doing here?" Get out! ”

"Today is our wedding night." Tang Muen's rain-soaked hair was pressed against her cheeks, her back straightened and she didn't move, she waited in the new house for a few hours after the wedding banquet, and Zhuo Zhuoxiao didn't go back, so she had to look for it.

"So what?" Zhuo Zhuoxiao didn't speak for a long time, her voice was extremely hoarse, and there was a hint of sarcasm and disapproval in her tone, "Before you get married, you should know that you, the eldest and youngest grandmother of the Zhuo family, are just decorations." If you don't want to be a widow for the rest of your life, I can take you to a divorce tomorrow, but for now, let me out. ”

The last few words were almost ruthless, and the powerful aura exuded by Zhuo Xiaoxiao's body was terrifying even if he stood there, forcing Tang Muen to take a step back.

She pursed her lips and looked around, and by the light of the candles, she saw that the two walls were covered with photos, the woman in the photo was very young, with a smile and a bright and vivid smile, but it was a little strange in the dark and solemn mourning hall.

"It's still uncertain whether my young grandmother is a decoration." Tang Muen's gaze turned back, calmly looking at Zhuo Xiao, his voice was soft, but the words that could be said were like sharp blades, and the knife pierced into Zhuo Xiao's heart, "But at least it can be determined that this woman in the mourning hall who has been gone for seven years will always be a tablet." ”

Outstanding Xiao's inky pupils shrank suddenly, and the corners of her mouth trembled, "It's true that she's dead, but you don't even have the qualifications to compare with her tablet." What are you? It's not your turn to take care of my business. ”

As he spoke, Zhuo Zhuoxiao raised his hand and pointed out the door, and said restrainedly, "Get out!" ”

"I am the eldest and youngest grandmother of the Zhuo family, your new wife." Tang Muen raised his voice and emphasized, the rainstorm outside the door was like a note, her slender back was still straight and firm, and her eyes glanced at the words on the tablet "Gu Qianxi, the wife of Excellence Xiao", and a sour sour water suddenly welled up in her eyes.

Tang Muen's eyes were red, and he took two steps forward and grabbed Zhuo Xiao's hand, "Go back with me." ”

Tonight was her wedding night with Zhuo Zhuoxiao, how could she tolerate her husband guarding a woman who had been dead for seven years and abandoning her? If that's the case, let's not say that she will become the laughing stock of the whole city tomorrow, just because she has waited for so many years and paid such a big price, she finally got her wish to marry Zhuo Xiao, and she can't let Zhuo Xiao leave her no matter what.

Tang Muen's fingertips were extremely cold, which made Zhuo Zhuoxiao shake, and he had always hated the touch of women, Jun's face was clouded, and when Tang Muen just grabbed him, he flipped his big palm and grabbed Tang Muen's wrist, and dragged Tang Muen to the door in two steps.

Zhuo Zhuoxiao had already run out of patience, didn't say much to Tang Muen, and threw Tang Muen out.

Tang Muen's body fell heavily on the bluestone slab, and a stream of blood suddenly burst out of his bare knees, which hurt his heart.

The heavy rain poured down overhead, Tang Muen was soaked all over, his face was soaked white by the rain, his eyes were sour and unbearable, and the back of the outstanding Xiaowei An walked into the depths of the mourning hall in his blurred vision.

The silence in the mourning hall was deep, in stark contrast to the torrential rain outside, and Tang Muen's heart was desolate.

She turned her head to look at the white flags and white lanterns in the courtyard, looked at the solid grave in the rainstorm, and the tears in her eyes fell, seven years, since Gu Qianxi's death, Zhuo Xiaoxiao trapped herself in a backyard, depressed and depressed, he worships Gu Qianxi all day long, misses Gu Qianxi, enshrines Gu Qianxi, and forbids anyone to step into half a step.

Tang Muen felt that it was enough, Gu Qianxi's life was worth it.

Tang Muen ignored the knee injury, got up and stood in the heavy rain, but it seemed to be isolated from the world, her body was not stained, she was wearing a red dress and long skirt, her slender figure was like a ghost in such a rainy night, light and quiet, her clothes were blown away by the wind, Tang Muen suddenly raised his hand and waved it, the movement was crisp and neat, "whoosh", and the yard caught fire in an instant.

It was all white cloth, and the fire spread quickly, and even if it rained heavily, it could not extinguish the fire for a while.

But soon Tang Muen realized a problem, Zhuo Zhuoxiao did not come out of the mourning hall, what was he going to do, he wanted to die in the sea of fire for Gu Qianxi?

Tang Muen didn't have time to think about it, picked up his skirt and ran into the mourning hall.

Zhuo Xiao didn't look like he was in the middle just now, Tang Muen turned his head and saw that he was tearing the photos on the wall, and suddenly the anger in his heart came up, and he rushed over and grabbed Zhuo Xiao's hand in a few steps, "It's all this time, what do you care about these photos?" Come with me. ”

"Get out!" Zhuo Xiao's voice was hoarse, and he shook Tang Muen away without looking back, he put the photo on his chest, not caring about the fire burning outside, and saving the photo with his life.

The photos on the wall are dense, and he can tear off a lot of them with a single hand, but no matter how fast he is, he can't protect thousands of photos, and he is afraid that he will take his own life when the time comes.

Tang Muen looked at the man's unwavering tall back, his hands clenched into fists, even if the fire couldn't burn her, she could feel the burning on her skin, but Zhuo Xiaoxiao over there didn't mean to stop at all.

Tang Muen gritted his teeth, glanced at the tablet on the table, his brain was spinning, and he suddenly stepped forward to take the tablet, and was about to throw it into the fire over there.