"Ah, it's raining." A white-clothed maid exhaled softly, trotted from the patio and hid under the eaves, and saw Zhang Wen, who was dressed as a big red groom's official robe, walk in, and hurriedly made a blessing and let Yu Dao beside him.

Zhang Wen glanced at the footprints in the patio, and the ubiquitous peach blossom petals were stepped on the mud. Suddenly, a sense of sadness flooded over my heart. When the title of the gold list was titled, the cave room spent candle nights, and there were many happy things in life, but it was not Xiaojuan who accompanied him, and his marriage was not simply because of the joy of the two loves.

He crouched down, picked up a few petals and put them in his sleeve pocket, and walked into the women's room to the north. With a "crunch", the new house was pushed open, and a warm breath greeted him.

The red candle flame, and the bride sitting nervously next to the bed with her legs together, a red turban, and a red wedding dress. It's all so tender as fire.

Zhang Wen turned around and gently closed the door, and listened carefully, a dingdong piano sound, ethereal and sad, piercing through the broken flowers and raindrops, penetrating the carved window curtains, and entering the new house.

He walked to the bed and slowly uncovered Zhang Ying's hijab, this woman who was happy to kill without blinking, lowered her head at the moment, and her face was flushed.

Zhang Wen said in his heart, and unconsciously said it from his mouth: "In the future, you can go with me." ”

Sometimes, life comes faster than vision.

Early the next morning, the couple wanted to give Wu tea according to the number of rites, Zhang Wen realized that this picture was a bit absurd, the bride kneeling on the ground and the sitting stepmother really looked like a pair of sisters of the same age, but Mrs. Zhang Ying was happy, while Wu was dressed in plain clothes, even if she was not old, her eyes were full of weathered old age.

"Mother." Zhang Wen called out this word for the first time, and Wu's hand shook as he took the tea bowl, and tears welled up in his eyes. Zhang Yingkai didn't understand, and Zhang Wen didn't understand. Later, Zhang Ying asked Zhang Wen about this young stepmother, and Zhang Wen could only say that. Zhang Ying leaned on Zhang Wen's shoulder and said that the stepmother was very pitiful, Zhang Wen didn't understand so much, and then he thought of Hanyan and seemed to understand a little.

Probably because Fengyue Lou was originally in the Shen family's industry, this hasty marriage actually reached Han Yan's ears. She sent someone to send a pair of scrolls, Zhang Wen unfolded them, there was indeed a blank inside, only a few sporadic light strokes seemed to be accidentally stained with a faint ink, and the scroll was unfolded to the end, and he saw a few small words: Yunshen Yan Biyi. Zhang Wen smiled, this is a congratulatory gift from Hanyan, she painted a light cloud, this woman can think of showing the perspective of a pair of birds flying with wings on the drawing paper, how interesting, how chic, and how pity.

He put the scroll in the study, and when he was about to go out, he suddenly thought again, why should he leave regrets for regrets? He wrote a letter that was neither long nor short and addressed to Shen Biyun. Maybe it's very inappropriate at this time, because the content of the letter is not for his newlywed wife Zhang Ying, nor for Shen Biyun, but for a dusty woman - Hanyan. Because of this, he couldn't just write a few lines, he asked Miss Shen to return Hanyan to freedom, whether Hanyan wanted to go or not, please leave the door open for her, because she didn't belong there. Zhang Wen didn't explain why he was so interested in Hanyan, but he knew that someone other than himself had to understand how Hanyan was unique. Her eyes took in the still clean question. No matter how far away the mountains and rivers are, as long as you know that she is no longer a prison bird, and she is still quietly immersed in the simple beauty of poetry and painting somewhere, there is still such a corner of Zhang Wen's heart that is peaceful. Bo Ya sub period, after which there will be no period.