When the small courtyard with the candle flame swaying returned to darkness again, and everything was quiet, Qin Feng was still sitting on the roof alone, drinking alone, since the **** understood his mind, he fell in love with this thing. Whenever people can't sleep in the dead of night, they sit on the roof with a pot of wine to water the loneliness in their hearts. It seems that only its pungency can suppress the sourness in his heart, so that he is as free to laugh in front of her as before, to provoke freely, and to be taught freely without repentance......

Only it can anesthetize himself, making him think that he hasn't fallen in love with her yet, and she's still that hateful little witch.

The night wind blew and brought a few falling peach blossoms, which rolled down on the corners of his clothes. The peach blossoms are as broken as his newly sprouted heart. However, in just a few days, the flowering period will return to dust.

His affectionate eyes always fell on the window, where there was the woman he fell in love with but could only hide in his heart.

I don't know what to do, and I love deeply! But this affection has to be hidden.

It was a night, and he didn't know how many nights he had been sitting on this rooftop. Watching the morning star in the sky light up little by little, Qin Feng packed up a pile of empty wine jugs at his feet, and was about to fly down, but he stumbled as soon as he stood up.

He shook his head, burped, paused and closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes had regained clarity, and only the bloodshot in his eyes could not subside for a while. He sighed and eventually flew down.

"If you miss it, you can miss it, at least you can stay by her side, right?"

These are the words he repeats to himself every day when he wakes up, as if the sourness in his heart can disappear.

The sun and the moon alternate, another day, today is already eleven, and tomorrow is the day of marriage. The joy of the family is getting stronger and stronger, Shui Yiren just woke up, pushed open the window and saw that the subordinates of the family began to decorate the house, the red lanterns were hung high, the colorful silk was lightly fluttered, and there was joy everywhere.

"Sister, you're awake, Du Mei quickly fetched water to freshen up Sister, Xiaoyue took out those red silks and immediately prepared to decorate the new house." Shui Eve was in the courtyard and commanded everyone to decorate the courtyard, and when she saw Shui Yiren getting up, she hurriedly gave a series of orders.

Although she is young, she is very sensible, and the hardships of life have made her grow up quickly. But after she was grounded by the Zhang family recently, Shui Eve took over these things by herself.

I got up early this morning and began to decorate the courtyard, and the tension in my heart was no less than that of a big cow. Although she didn't get married, she felt like she was there.

"Xiaofu, why don't you sleep more, I have already arranged these things, as long as you move your mouth, they will do it, don't be so nervous, it's just a marriage." Shui Yiren was wearing a coat, leaning on the windowsill with one hand on his chin support, his expression was lazy, and there was a little nervousness and smilishness of the bride.

"It's okay, sister, I can't sleep anyway, and if I don't find something to do, something will be wrong." Shui Eve replied to her, and hurriedly went to urge her subordinates, "Mozhu, hang some lanterns, Moyu go and bring Double Happiness, and it will be good to put it on ......."

Shui Yiren looked at Shui Eve, who started again, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and shook his head helplessly.

The little girl is in such good spirits!

But this is her own marriage, how can she be like a great enemy.!