The warm sun is shining in the lake, the boat is leisurely in the center, and under an oil-paper umbrella, a woman in red clothes is looking at the bridge.

The red-clothed wedding team, and the noisy sound of gongs and drums, attracted the crowd to surround the sedan chair and chase after the yellow boy who sang the ballad.

"Firecrackers go off, out of the boudoir, come and see in a red suit. The heart beats, the face is delicate, and the little bride answers shyly. The mother smiled, the father smiled, and the handsome groom came to pick up the sedan chair. Get on the sedan chair, cross the stone bridge, and the childhood sweetheart ......"

The bridegroom in a high hat rode on a tall horse, and kept clasping his fists and laughing at people with a little shyness, and the people in the windows of the building covered their mouths and smiled, and the people who passed by looked at them.

The sound of gongs and drums came into the alley, and the people with the open doors had already set off firecrackers, poured sugar water, and the bride in the boudoir was already covered with red cover.

On the festive day, everyone is waiting for the shy little bride who lifts her red hijab.

The boat landed on the shore leisurely, and the woman under the oil-paper umbrella chased the sound of firecrackers and quickened her pace.

Looking at the lively welcoming procession at the door, she slowly smiled, and she also hid sentimentality in her heart.

Squeezed into the crowd, the newlyweds just said goodbye to their father and mother, and walked out of the door holding hands.

"Firecrackers go off, out of the boudoir, come and see in a red suit. The heart beats, the face is delicate, and the little bride answers shyly. The mother smiled, the father smiled, and the handsome groom came to pick up the sedan chair. Get on the sedan chair, cross the stone bridge, and the childhood sweetheart ......"

When the bridegroom led the bride with the red hijab to the sedan chair, everyone clapped their hands and sang the ballad, just waiting for the bride to lift the red hijab and see the makeup she should have.

Touching his nose shyly, the groom slowly lifted the red hijab in the cheers of everyone, and the shy bride bowed her head slightly, and her blushing face and special makeup made the cheering crowd around her excitedly applaud.

Pale red lips, pink cheeks, light purple peach on the eyes, and three peach blossom patterns under the forehead. It's heavy makeup, but it's shallow, it's cute, and it's charming.

Touching falls on the heart, and the pink and purple are not bad and charming. This is the unique 'peach blossom makeup' of the 'Meng Kingdom', all married women will put on this makeup for themselves, and after stepping out of the house with their groom, they will lift the red hijab, so that everyone can take a look at the 'peach blossom makeup' on their faces.

For all 'Mengguo' women, 'peach blossom makeup' can only be worn once in a lifetime, and it will only be worn for one person. Its origins are a very beautiful and very poignant story. This story is known to all the people of the 'Meng Kingdom'......

The beautiful bride wearing peach blossom makeup got on the sedan chair, the groom led the horse rope and nodded with a smile, and everyone shouted and frolicked, sending the sedan chair out of the alley. Only the bride's father and mother were left smiling and tearful, and the woman holding the umbrella tilted her head to look.

The team of greeting relatives walked on the long street with a sedan chair, and if they didn't go around in this Taiping Town, they couldn't go back to the new family.

On a small boat docked on the lakeside, the woman with an umbrella came again. caused the ripples of the water, she also put down the oil-paper umbrella, took out a thick book, and read it silently.

The three words written on the cover of this book are unrecognizable in Taiping Town, and no one is recognizable in 'Meng Kingdom'.

'The Legend of the Rain', the story of a woman in red who has gone through 900 years, is by no means something that can be summarized by a thick book. The characters that appear in it, and the stories that happen in it, are not exciting, but they are absolutely extraordinary.

The woman looked at the book in a daze, and she could still swing the oars with one hand, and her beautiful face and slender figure really couldn't see that her strength was so great. You know, shaking the oars with one hand, even a young and strong man, will be difficult......

The willow tree was raised, and when she came ashore, the woman with a thick book opened the oil-paper umbrella again.

The sound of selling in the old streets and alleys entered her ears, but only the shouting of selling sugar gourds attracted the woman to go straight.

Sweet, eating sugar gourds, holding oil-paper umbrellas, walking in the old streets and alleys, looking at the mossy black tile house under the tree, the woman's eyes stayed on the wine shop that had been closed for a year.

Shaking her head helplessly, the woman holding the umbrella dared to raise her feet, but listened to the sad voice of the woman in front of her.

The woman in plain clothes, who was selling the silver hairpin in her hand, would not complain about her worries, so she had to think of her own way.

The woman holding the umbrella paused, and the sugar gourd in her hand tightened slightly, precisely because the woman selling the silver-haired hairpin was still holding a small doll in her hand.

Licking her mouth, the little doll looked pitifully at the sugar gourd in the hand of the woman holding the umbrella, and the picture was extremely interesting when passers-by walked.

In the familiar alley, the woman under the umbrella is still walking, the hosta is exchanged for a silver hairpin, and the beloved sugar gourd is no longer there, and she can only lick her fingers.

Here, people who know this woman holding an umbrella are all called 'boss 壣'. And those who are familiar with this woman holding the umbrella will shout 'Girl'.

Living in this Taiping Town, it has been a few years, and there are no less than 1,000 people I know, and there are no less than 1,000 pots of wine sent. The title of 'boss 壴' is liked by women, but they always let acquaintances call themselves '壴女'. She liked the term 'girl' because the pronunciation of the two words was so similar to her distant homeland......

The smoke rises, and the sun rises in the morning.

The only 'millennium wine' in Taiping Town that is engaged in wine trading has already opened its doors.

After eating breakfast, as usual, after helping Xiao Zhang move the wine jars needed for various restaurants and shops and getting on the board car, he sat down at the counter.

In the drawer, she took out the thick book that had never been written, sorted out the paper, and opened it again to create.

This book, Yu Yu named it 'Fang Hui Zhi Biography'.

The protagonist knows from that side, a genius who has turned into a god for a hundred years, and a male monk who is destined to embark on the road of infant transformation and ascend to Sendai. In this regard, Yu Yu has never doubted it. He will know that he must be destined to be able to change. Even, above the infant change, there is also a place for him.

With a brush in her mouth, she was thinking sadly, but she didn't know it, but she wanted to know it very much. Because, Yan Yu really wants to become Fang Huizhi, not only talent, but also heart.

It was not a long time for Li Yu and Fang Huizhi to get along, but the coldness, profundity, and calmness engraved in Fang Huizhi's bones convinced Li Yu. Every time I think about it, it makes Yan Yu feel that he is inferior to him......

Therefore, when Zi Yu decided to write this 'Fang Hui Zhi Biography', it was often difficult to write.

She didn't know the beginning of Fang Huizhi, nor did she know the development of Fang Huizhi's life, and she didn't know what the ending would be. Therefore, she can only fantasize about Fang Huizhi's life in her mind, and use the brush in her hand to arrange the beginning, process, and ending for this century-old genius!

In the liquor shop where no one bothered, Li Yu arranged his life in the book for Fang Huizhi, and the weird laughter that often emitted made the wood shop opposite feel creepy......

In this quiet time of winemaking, the rain found what he wanted again. The experience of describing his 900 years has long been written. The thick books were placed in her boudoir. And the biography written for the person he met has already begun to be created, but the time to write is often very long, so that it takes months and months to write a biography.

Although she thought about it for a long time, and wrote more and more about her back pain, she never wanted to give up. Because, time should not be spent boringly. And there is still a lot of time in Taiping Town, which is truly your own time. It should be calm... But it shouldn't be calm, it's calm within peace.

In September, there is a flowering season in the southern suburbs.

The vassal and elegant scholars traveled together, one was to enjoy the flowers and recite poems, and the other was to see the beauty of the women in the embroidery.

The girls who did not leave the house, but waited for the boudoir, accompanied by their families, also came to the southern suburbs. One is to enjoy the flowers and scenery, and the other is to find a good person for yourself......

The southern suburbs in September are a blind date paradise for men and women, and the rain in red clothes and holding oil-paper umbrellas is also coming.

Hanging a wine gourd, she has not been carefully dressed, she is different from others. Others come to this southern suburb, one for flower appreciation, and the other for blind date. She is only for a blind date!

During this period of time, Mrs. Wang Da has never been to Dai Yu's wine shop again, and without her troubles, Li Yu has also begun to really nervous about her marriage.

is nearly thirty years old, and it is indeed as the king matchmaker said, it is really difficult for him to find a wishful man.

At this time, at first, Yan Yu thought about fate. But after following the fate of Taiping Town for so many years, she slowly became anxious. After all, I came to this Taiping Town for the 'Immortal Ballad', for the red-clothed cultivator, and for the person who held his hand......

On the path overflowing with the fragrance of flowers, all the flowers bloomed beautifully, and there was an endless stream of people playing, but the rain who walked slowly finally stood under the green tree alone, quietly looking at the man in front of him, not moving.

In the warm sunlight, the man stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was reading something. The red flower was right in front of him, but he was obsessed with plucking it for a long time.

Dressed in white clothes and with a slender figure, although he didn't see his face on the side, he saw that Yu was in the gods.

One person appreciates the flowers without picking the flowers, and one person watches people without asking people.

On the trail, three friends came and called Gu Gongzi. I saw the man in the white shirt turn to the side, smile and bow his hand in return.

On his face, it was as if he was full of sunshine, not handsome, just peaceful. At this time, the laughter of the man in the white shirt warmed people's hearts and made people's hearts move secretly.

In the distance, Yan Yu's hand holding the umbrella moved slightly, and he was being seen by Gu Gongzi, smiling and nodding, although he didn't know Yan Yu in red, he didn't lose his elegance.

With his eyes moving, Yu Yu nodded his head and responded.

Gu Gongzi, who was dressed in a white shirt, did not come to talk, but just chatted with the three friends, and walked farther and farther.

This is the flower-viewing season in the southern suburbs, and it is the duty of a scholar to talk to a woman, but that Gu Gongzi has never accosted anyone, and the reason why he came here is very simple, just to enjoy the flowers......