Liusu looked at the man at the other end of the red line quietly. He was sitting quietly in a luxurious wheelchair. His face was as gentle as jade, and his brows were as calm as water. He was like an exquisite jade sculpture, unparalleled in elegance, noble and flawless. If you look at it again, you will see that he looks like an exquisite jade sculpture.
It was a blasphemy against him. Peach blossoms and fallen flowers were everywhere around him. Behind him, a red sun was as magnificent as this, reflecting a silhouette out of the dust.
The man seemed surprised that she was the one on the marriage line.
Standing in the center of the arch bridge, her light clothes are flowing, her ink hair is flying, and her elegant smile is like a budding daisy, light and clear, which makes people feel not luxurious, but very special.
He has seen countless beauties in his life, but he has never seen a woman with such clear eyes and such refined temperament. She is the only woman who can be called elegant.
Liusu slowly approached him, suddenly raised her index finger to support Hongxian playfully, and smiled lightly: "I didn't expect it would be you, do you still remember me?"
do you remember?
He has a good memory, how could he not remember it?
The man in snow clothes looked at her slender fingers, then lowered his head to look at his fingers wrapped around the red thread. He also raised them up and smiled slightly, "What a coincidence."
"Is the young master praying at Xiangguo Temple?"
"Every year at this time, I will stay at Xiangguo Temple for a few days." The man in snow clothes said calmly, untied the red thread calmly, played with it carefully, raised his eyes and asked, "Why did the girl appear here?"
Liusu smiled faintly and said, "I'm just accompanying someone to act."
The red rope between the two people stretched horizontally, like Yue Lao's red thread, holding them together persistently.
"A play is like life, and life is like a play. Who is not acting in a person's life? The girl seems to be a free and easy person, so she should understand the truth." The red thread fell to the ground as if nothing had happened, leaving her alone, playing with it.
This slight movement, seemingly casual, already contains a sense of abandonment.
"The scary thing is that if an actor gets involved in the drama, wouldn't it be sad?" Liusu smiled lightly and asked softly, looking at the red rope at the end of the ground with a calm expression.
"Since you are acting, you have to join in the drama. Only when you deceive yourself can you deceive others. Why is it so sad?" Mr. Xueyi said with a smile.
Liusu was startled, "That's right. After all, I am too persistent."
Mr. Xueyi's eyes glanced at the brilliant peach blossoms, and his heart moved slightly. They met twice when the peach blossoms were brilliant. She and he were really destined.
Tassel rolled up the red thread and put it in the palm of his hand, "Do you believe the legend of marriage in Xiangguo Temple?"
"Girl, are you talking about marriage?"
Liusu nodded. Mr. Xueyi sat quietly in the wheelchair, his face as calm as water, as calm as a calm lake in March. The cinnabar between his eyebrows became more and more sad and vivid in the rosy color. His voice was slightly self-deprecating, "In the next life
If you have little fortune and little connection with others, what about marriage? Of course you take it lightly, but when God says it is determined, you don’t even believe it. My fate is up to me and not up to God!”
His voice was so plain, but there was a kind of domineering that could not be ignored from his penetrating eyes, forming a strong air current around him, making people involuntarily feel awe and admiration. At that moment, Liusu seemed to see a
An unyielding and unyielding soul.
This man has a broken body, but he has the strongest will. His slender shoulders seem to be carrying the entire world, soft but strong, and his every move exudes nobility and domineering.
