Chapter Seventy-Four: Trance Like a Dream

Du Feng didn't know what was going on, so he was convicted. The adults were about to leave the hall, when a woman rushed in crying, holding Du Feng and crying. The others came and dragged the woman away, as if to persuade her to do something. The old man was even more angry, and raised his hand to beat her.

Du Feng raised his head, still puzzled, the old man should be her parents. What did you do? The adult also came over and spoke bitterly to the old man, and the woman also cried and said something. It seems that the people watching the excitement in the back also began to talk, as if they were coming up with ideas, and they also seemed to be gossiping.

For a while, the old man seemed to have compromised. The adult walked over to Du Feng, helped him up with a smile, and said something to him. There was still no sound, Du Feng wanted to ask, only to find that he couldn't speak, what's wrong? What's the matter? The adult patted him on the shoulder, and after a while, he left.

The woman ran over and hugged Du Feng and cried bitterly, Du Feng somehow, there was a vague bitterness in his heart, but he couldn't find the reason. The old man who followed her hurriedly pulled her away and took her home. He didn't seem to remember it at all, so to speak, he couldn't see the old man's face at all.

Withdrew, but he didn't know where he was going, he didn't know what he was doing, everything was so inexplicable. He knocked his head down, but when he looked up again, it was a different scene.

The sky suddenly went black, and he was no longer in the yamen. Is this a pavilion in the middle of a lake? The pavilion is connected to the shore by a long wooden bridge. The lotus leaves should be covered with water, and the light should be reflected, and the fish in the water could be seen. Du Feng was still at a loss, not knowing what he was doing, and he didn't know where this was.

He simply sat down, and there were still a few plates of fruit and snacks on the stone table, but he was not in the mood to eat a little. Everything is so inexplicable.

The moon hung high in the sky, bright and cloudless, but there were no stars in sight. I don't know when it started, a burst of pipa sounds came and reached Du Feng's ears. It looks like someone is playing and singing! It should be on the lake, where? Du Feng looked around. Where was she? Where was Du Feng ecstatic, voice, voice! He finally heard the voice.

Perhaps something could be learned from her! He saw a boat with a lantern rowing by, approaching the shore. It was too far away to see clearly, so Du Feng hurriedly got up and chased after him. But halfway up the bridge, the boat was gone. I can't find it anyway.

Du Feng shouted and yelled like crazy, but there was no sound, and his world, the voice disappeared again. He slammed the guardrail hard, and when he looked up again, he found that he was back in the yamen. Time seems to have returned to that moment, and what I saw in the pavilion was like a memory in my head, a dream. Or maybe not, because he doesn't know, he doesn't have the slightest memory of all this.

At this time, two people walked outside the door. The age looks similar to the pair of old men just now, but looking at the clothes, the family background should be a little worse. They pulled Du Feng and walked outside, still talking non-stop. Du Feng still couldn't hear anything, he simply let them take him away, anyway, he didn't know what to do.

That voice sounded in his head again, but unfortunately he didn't see the appearance of that person, who was it?

They returned to "home", which was a house of green brick on the outside and adobe on the inside, with five rooms and a small courtyard. This kind of family is not rich, but it is not too bad. Those two people are probably "parents", it's very strange, after they dumped Du Feng in the house, they began to get busy, as if they were preparing something.

Du Feng looked at his room, the room was quite clean and tidy, the furnishings were relatively simple, and there were no valuable objects. There were several blue and white vases and a teapot on the side of the table. There were quite a few books on the shelves, and he really didn't know he liked to read them. Du Feng casually picked up the calligraphy and paintings in the basket and looked at them.

I don't know if I drew it myself, but I guess so. However, they are not stamped or signed. Strange, Du Feng looked around, but didn't find anything like an engraved seal. He picked up other calligraphy and paintings, and one of them caught his attention.

The woman in the painting sits under the cherry blossom tree embroidery, pink dress, big eyes, red lips, fresh and refined. The right hand holding the embroidery needle is white and slender, and it really brings the portrait to life. However, the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became, as if she had seen it somewhere. That's right! Isn't this the woman who was on the yamen just now!

How could I have her portrait? Did I draw it myself? When? The more Du Feng thought about it, the more headache he became, and he still couldn't remember anything. His head began to feel a little groggy, and Du Feng fell into bed and fell asleep. By the time he got up again, it had been a few days.

Du Feng was about to open the door and go out for a walk, but his "parents" walked in first. They took a piece of clothing and asked Du Feng to put it on. Du Feng took it and looked at it, isn't this a red robe? The groom's clothes? What? Am I going to marry someone? I still have relatives? When? Du Feng was confused.

Du Feng put the clothes directly on his body, and the "parents" in front of him looked at him repeatedly, probably looking at the size. The two old men circled around Du Feng a few times, and after a discussion, they took off Du Feng's clothes and took them away. Du Feng also wanted to go out with him, but he was locked in the house.

And so it went for a few more days, and he waited for his wedding. Du Feng was busy with his "parents", got dressed, and took the horse team to pick up his relatives. It's a big family, so I guess it's an outsider or something. They don't seem to be very liked by the other party, but they are trying their best to hide their hatred for themselves. Probably because I don't want to make trouble today, ruin the happy event, and lose face.

It should have been a very lively scene, but the gongs, drums and firecrackers did not reach Du Feng's ears. The bride wore a red hijab and got into a sedan chair, and the procession began to walk back. When they arrived at the door, they dismounted and took the bride into their home. At the banquet, Du Feng and the unknown "villagers" at the table were entertaining.

At this time, the prefectural magistrate actually came to congratulate him. The entourage of the county commander handed over the congratulatory gift in the back, and the adult walked to Du Feng's side, said a few words, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and sat down in the crowd of the villagers. Du Feng picked up the wine glass again and toasted everywhere, and at this moment, the voice appeared again!

That's right! You can't be wrong! It's that song, it's still that voice! Du Feng can even hear some of the chattering guests. Du Feng looked out of the door and saw that there was a woman holding a pipa, just passing by!