Lingyu was led out of the store. She always felt like she was being stared at by something, but when she looked back, there was nothing.
The crowds were surging. After they left that weird town, they had never heard anything about it. When they left, Lingyu felt depressed for no reason, but there was no one she cared about there anymore, and she
Obviously, he doesn't have the energy to meddle in other affairs.
Sometimes she is passionate and indecisive, and sometimes she is ruthless like a cold blade.
All she could do was stay out of sight and out of mind.
But is this really the case?
"What are you thinking about?" There was warm breath in her ears, and Lingyu wanted to break free from his restraints. In the past few days, he had been looking at her like a prisoner, which made her feel suffocated for no reason.
Sensing the struggle of the person in her arms, Fanyin's hand holding her did not relax at all, but instead became tighter and tighter.
"You won't leave me, right?"
This is what he says most these days, as if he is eager to confirm something, and Lingyu feels like his ears are getting calluses when he hears it.
Lingyu turned around, faced him, and looked directly into his eyes. She suddenly felt that for some reason, the sound of the Sanskrit had changed, and he became less and less like the young man she knew at the beginning. He became more and more elusive.
Or is it that I have never really understood him at all?
"Why do you keep asking this? Fanyin, are you hiding something from me?"
Fanyin was panicked for a moment, but it was quickly covered up by his tenderness: "No, I just feel that... everything in front of me is too unreal. I am so afraid that you will leave me."
"Why did I leave you? You didn't do anything sorry for me, right?" Lingyu tested him like this for the first time.
Fanyin lowered his eyes, but his disordered breathing betrayed his state of mind.
Lingyu seemed to understand.
But she didn't want to believe it.
Love is false, a tool to bind people and weaken their will.
She doesn't think so.
She felt that love was real, he was real, and everything between them was real.
Opening his eyes again, Fanyin's eyes were full of tenderness and just the right amount of vulnerability: "Yes, maybe it was the time when you were in a coma that made me become more and more worried about gains and losses."
Lingyu's eyes darkened. He was the person she least wanted to doubt. If he couldn't be trusted in this world, then nothing would be true for Lingyu.
There were dark clouds outside, and a bolt of lightning cut through the darkness, illuminating the space between the two people.
"Really?" Lingyu murmured, as if she was asking him or herself, her hand unconsciously stroking the Yuehua Sword next to her, and the sword's spikes were shaking slightly.
Fanyin stepped forward and wanted to hug her, but Lingyu dodged her.
Some things are fixed, and some things can be changed.
Fanyin looked at his empty hand and raised the corner of his mouth with a mocking arc: "We are going to get married in two days. You have a good rest."
What Lingyu wanted to say was not spoken.
Why is he so obsessed with this wedding?
They have no friends or relatives, only each other.
As for weddings, it is supposed to be done for others to see, but they don’t have that much connection, so who are they doing it for?
A wedding is just a formality, not even as good as a contract that can give people a sense of security. After all, if they really betray each other after the contract, heaven will punish them, and a wedding...
Lingyu now knows that this wedding is wrong, but she still can't help but compromise every time she sees Fanyin.
She felt that she had been overly sensitive recently, and it was probably the loss of her spiritual power that made her feel more and more insecure about this unpredictable world.
With her thoughts in confusion, she took out her Qiankun bag and was about to rummage through it to see if there was any gift for Fanyin, but a piece of parchment fell out from it, with two big characters written on it bloody.
‘evening ceremony’
There are only two words in the secret book of Shushan. If I remember correctly, what is recorded here should be the key to the technique and opening the door to Penglai.
For people in this world, it means "ascension".
Lingyu wanted to pick it up and take a closer look, but there was nothing on it, and a piece of white paper was restored.
She thought it was just her imagination. Maybe she was confused by this unblessed wedding, and everything looked like those two words.
He smiled helplessly and threw the things into his Qiankun bag.
There was a thunder outside and it started to rain heavily. The raindrops splashed on her from the window. Only then did Lingyu realize that something was wrong. When she reached out to close the window, she saw that the courtyard that was supposed to be silent and deserted seemed to flash.
The red figure was gone when she looked again.
This is all too weird.
Lingyu's hand holding the window edge turned white. She subconsciously wanted to find Fanyin and chase him out to find out. But the moment her hand touched the door, she hesitated.
Since when did all my thoughts seem to be inseparable from him?
There was no shadow in the courtyard for a long time, maybe it was just my imagination.
Lingyu closed the door, closed the window, and lay down on the bed. She knew that she shouldn't think about him.
But his recent behavior has been too weird. He is always pestering himself and constantly looking for himself to confirm their previous relationship.
But when she asked along this line, he regained his calm and measured demeanor, making it impossible for anyone to see any flaws.
For this city, they just gained two foreigners overnight. These two people seemed to be very rich. The man found a lot of servants and sent wedding invitations to everyone in the city.
Wealthy businessmen, in the county, go down to the beggars begging along the streets.
They all received this post at the same time. The time and location were clearly marked on it, as if they were afraid that those who were illiterate would not understand it. The person who sent the post also thoughtfully said it to everyone.
For a time, there was a lot of rumors about the wedding three days later.
The common people were naturally happy to have a sumptuous lunch for free, and the person who sent the post said that everyone who showed up would receive two taels of silver as a subsidy.
For them, this is simply a piece of cake in the sky.
For the aristocratic families in this city, they did not bother to attend this inexplicable wedding. After all, they were exclusive, but the gifts that person sent were too generous and accurately matched everyone's needs.
Hobby.
This left them with no reason to refuse. After all, they just wanted to watch one more fun, and at the worst they could leave after just two glances.
Lingyu didn't know anything about all this.
Because since that day when she went to the street to choose the material for her dress, she never left the house again.
So when she saw the whole city congratulating them that day, Lingyu was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped to the ground.
At the same time, she felt more and more uneasy.
The heavy hair crown weighed her down so much that she could barely lift her head, and the heavy clothes made her breathless.
She hadn't slept since she was a child. She was manipulated like a puppet, dressing, putting on makeup, and walking.
There were sounds of joy and congratulations coming from outside, which made her feel even more unreal.
This was her first time getting married, and she seemed to understand why Fanyin was so insistent on having a wedding.
Amidst the commotion, Lingyu was pulled down from the sedan chair, and a powerful voice stood out from the surrounding chaos, reminding her what she should do.
"Worship heaven and earth."
During this bow, there was an unparalleled intimacy between them.
"Two bows to the high hall." They didn't have parents, they just bowed to the statue in the main hall.
When Lingyu lowered her head, the red scarf slipped from her head. She faintly caught a glimpse of the kind smile of the god, which also relieved her a lot of tension.
"Husband and wife pay homage."
From the rising and falling red gauze, she vaguely caught a glimpse of him and the bright red gift. The sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums around her made everything look even more joyful.
She was sent to the room and sat there the whole time.
She was nervous from the beginning and then tired later. Whenever she was almost unable to lift her head due to the heavy hair accessories on her head and wanted to find a place to lean on and rest, there would be a stereotypical old lady next to her to remind her.
What should she pay attention to.
After many times, Lingyu became impatient and wanted to find something to vent her anger, but she was held down by someone.
At that moment, she realized why the ancient feudal rituals crushed people to death.
"Do you think that everything with your husband is not worth the wait?"
"Do you think your husband is not worthy of letting you endure this?"
"Do you think your husband should not suffer these pains?"
Question after question made her doubt herself.
Although she knew these were moral kidnappings, she was actually kidnapped.
It was getting dark outside. She didn't eat or drink all day, and she sat on the bed from sunrise to sunset with her hair that could kill people.
During this period she thought about a lot of things.
about their future.
Regarding her life experience, she felt that she should give up something for him.
You cannot want this and that at the same time.
She decided to give up her identity as Lingyu and live in this world as Ge Furong, watching the sun rise and the moon set with him, and spending the day and night together.
She put aside the modern trappings and was willing to put shackles on him.
Just like she is sitting here today, her many resistances have been suppressed.
She thought she would live a life of husband and wife, and she had already thought about where they would live after they got married.
She would no longer care about the turmoil in the world. As for Lin Wenyu, they could do whatever they wanted. She didn't want to explore the truth of the matter.
The door was pushed open, and she heard the retreating footsteps of the people next to her, and a somewhat frivolous footsteps approaching her.
Her hijab was gently lifted, but her smile froze on her face.
The visitor was looking at her with a playful face, as if he was laughing at her ignorance. Lingyu felt that the look in his eyes was more embarrassing than seeing her naked.
"Why is it you, Sanskrit?"
She heard her voice tremble a little, and she felt her nose was a little sore.