The moment she stepped out of the white light, she appeared in a small village with beautiful mountains and clear waters. The villagers smiled and walked past her one by one. Their familiar attitude towards her surprised her. She looked down at the light brown clothes on her body.
She was dressed in thick and hemp clothes, touched her cheek, and then touched the bun on her head, as if she only had a wooden hairpin on her head.
She looked around confusedly, but couldn't remember who she was or where she came from.
"Madam, do you know me? Where is this place?"
Shang Jingyao, a peasant woman, pointed at herself and asked.
"Hey, little girl Xian'er, could it be that you woke up early and haven't woken up yet? You don't look very good, but you have been tired recently and your health is in a hurry. Otherwise, why don't you ask Xiao Su to go down the mountain and grab some medicine to replenish your health?"
This woman looked happy and smiling, and her body was a little rich, but she looked happy in her previous life, and Shang Jingyao suddenly felt close to her.
"Auntie, my name is Xian'er? Who is Xiao Su?!"
"Hey, are you two having a quarrel? Look, he came just as we were talking!"
Shang Jingyao followed the direction pointed by the woman, turned around and looked at the entrance of the village, and saw a bookish-looking man in white walking towards them.
He looked to be past his prime, and his steps were windy when he walked. The ordinary coarse linen clothes on his body could not hide his innate nobility. Just like the villagers walking by them, the corners of the man's lips
Also fond of a gentle smile.
'This young man is so handsome!'
Shang Jingyao's eyes lit up, and the sudden throbbing feeling in her heart made her feel happy but at the same time at a loss.
"Hello, Aunt Li." The man greeted the woman with a smile.
"Xiao Su, girl Xian'er looks bad, you have to take good care of your wife."
"Thank you Aunt Li for your concern." The man tucked Shang Jingyao's hair behind her ear, "Madam, are you okay? It's my fault. I shouldn't have made you angry. Uncle Tie just sent me two fish.
When I get back, how about I cook it for my wife to eat?"
"What did you call me? Wife?"
Shang Jingyao's big and smart eyes were full of doubts.
Aunt Li interrupted and said with a smile, "Yes, of course it's my wife. Why are you acting so weird today, Xian'er girl?"
"But...I don't know you!"
The man and Aunt Li looked at each other, and he smiled awkwardly and said, "Oh, it seems that the lady is still angry. Aunt Li, I made you laugh."
Aunt Li waved her hand, "Okay, okay, this couple is fighting at the end of the bed and at the end of the bed. If you have anything to say, talk to me. I won't disturb you anymore. My family has gone to the ground. I will bring some water and dry food."
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"Okay, ma'am, walk slowly."
After Aunt Li left with a smile, Shang Jingyao took a few steps away from the man and asked, "Who are you? Do you know me?"
"Madam, I spoke too harshly earlier, so please don't get angry again and just follow me home first, okay?"
The man wanted to step forward and take her hand, but she avoided it cautiously and asked, "Wait! Who are you? Why are you still recognizing relatives? Who is your wife? You are such a real libertine.
hateful!"
"Relative?!" The man also noticed something strange and asked tentatively, "Madam, I am Su Zhen. What's wrong with you?"
"Su Zhen?" A name suddenly appeared in her mind and she blurted out, "Su Zhen? Su Youning?"
"right!"
"What about me? Who am I?"
"Madam, please stop making trouble. Of course you are Yue Xian'er, the lady whom I, Su Zhen, begged to marry with the gift of three letters, six betrothals and eight large sedan chairs."
Three letters and six appointments? Eight sedans? Her name is Yue Xian'er?!
'Are you being nice to me just for your so-called sense of guilt?'
'I just don't want to see that girl whose smile is so sweet it makes my teeth hurt, become so angry.'
In my vague memory, the voice was exactly the same as that of the man in front of me.
"Okay, don't be angry. Let's go home first. I made your favorite cookie."
The man held her hand naturally, and their fingers were clasped together. Her cheeks felt a little hot, and she turned her head to look at his facial features. She suddenly felt that this scene was extremely familiar, with the same face and the same smiling profile.
Gradually, Shang Jingyao let down his guard and followed the man who called himself "Su Zhen" back home.
She felt inexplicably familiar with everything in the village, and had completely forgotten everything in the past. And the man who called himself "Su Zhen" always felt unspeakably flustered when she looked at her, but she couldn't handle it.
He develops a defensive mind.
Different from the dilapidated "slums" in the mountains around Yu, here everyone can be self-sufficient and have no worries about food and clothing. Everyone has a smile on their face, no anger or sadness.
Shang Jingyao followed the man who called himself "Su Zhen" to a farmyard. He stepped into the fence gate and crossed the vegetable and melon fields. He saw that there were three huts in the yard in the east, south and north.
There were also many chickens and rabbits kept in the courtyard. When they heard someone coming, they just glanced at Shang Jingyao and Su Zhen, and continued to run around happily as if nothing had happened.
Su Zhen brought Shang Jingyao to the West House. The interior is warm and exquisite. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. After entering the house, paintings and ancient books can be seen everywhere on the bookshelves. If you look closely, it is not difficult to tell whether they are famous paintings or extinct unique ones.
Directly behind the lotus-colored screen is a long wooden table with a Jiaowei Qin placed on it.
Next to the beauty's couch on the right side was a mahogany piano box engraved with pure white gardenias. She stepped forward and stretched out her slender fingers. Her fingertips followed the pattern on the wooden box and finally landed on the iron lock.
On the piece, he lightly picked up the lock piece with his fingertips and opened the lid of the wooden box, revealing the five-stringed pipa inside.
This pipa and the Jiaowei Qin placed on the table must be made of the same top-quality wood. My fingertips subconsciously moved the pipa strings a few times, and the crisp music sounded like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.
When I closed my eyes, there seemed to be a woman in green sitting leisurely on a swing under the locust tree. She half-hidden her face with her pipa in her arms, strumming the silver strings, and the sweet rhythm seemed to express her heart. Smelling the fragrance of locust flowers, her heart was all restless.
Then it poured out.
An inch of joy and an inch of sorrow, a lifetime of love spells a lifetime of calamity.
Shang Jingyao suddenly woke up, opened her eyes with lingering thoughts, and moved her steps. Everything she saw made her feel strangely strange, and she did not feel at ease as she should have when returning home.
When I walked to the wall on the right, I was immediately attracted by a painting.
This painting is a picture of a stunning beauty. It should be the summer season. Lotus leaves are stacked on the river. The lotus flowers are white and pink, some are in bud, and some are hanging down like timid little girls.
Head down.
Shang Jingyao seemed to see it with his own eyes. The breeze suddenly picked up on the river, and the river was rippled. A awning boat leisurely rowed out from the endless lotus flowers. The fisherman sitting at the back wore a hat on his head, hummed a little tune in his mouth, and inserted a bamboo pole into the river.