Chapter Eight: The Red Candles Are Festive and Affectionate
The wedding was hosted by Mu Qingfei.
"Worship the heaven and the earth——"
Feng Qingge and Xue Xichen held hands and bowed to the moon.
Looking back, they looked at each other and smiled.
"Two bows to the high hall——"
There is no one in the high hall, because the two of them no longer have any relatives alive, so they can only kneel down and worship in front of the empty high hall, which can be regarded as comforting their deceased relatives.
"Husband and wife pay homage——"
Xue Xichen and Feng Qingge bowed to each other three times and looked at each other for a long time. Their affectionate eyes warmed people's hearts.
"Qingge, once in the Palace of the God of War, you and I played the piano and sang together. In the inner garden of the palace, you and I also played the flute and sang together. Today, on our wedding night, I will give you a song, wishing that we will never be separated for the rest of our lives!"
Xue Xichen smiled, held Feng Qingge's hand, and stared lovingly. The red clothes were fluttering, and under the bright moonlight, the two of them looked like a couple in a paradise, with their flowing skirts, fluttering hair, and
The traces of affection between the eyebrows turned into sweet songs, flying in the wind.
"The long road to meet you and me
Cherish the rare fate of the past
silent blessing
gentle greeting
Tell each other to take care of each other in this life
There is another dream
you and i had
May our life last forever
snuggle tightly
deep comfort
Love each other without separation
How many years have passed
How much time goes by and never comes back
But in my heart your gentleness and purity last forever
I'll be with you forever
I will spend my whole life for you day and night
I really loved this time
No matter traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers
I'll be with you forever
I am willing to spend my whole life for you
Coexistence through ups and downs
Accompany you through journey after journey
No regrets……"
The song was melodious, drifting into the night wind, and slowly drifted away. Feng Qingge bowed her head slightly, the deep love in her eyes looming in the fluttering hair. Her beautiful figure was reflected in the rose-colored eyes, and her smile filled his heart.
He was lonely and empty, and as long as he saw her so happy, he felt inexplicably happy.
Xichen, thank you! Tonight will be the happiness I will remember throughout my life! With this night, Feng Qingge will have no regrets in her life!
How much affection, how much infatuation, but no one noticed the lonely pale figure of the phantom standing quietly under the red silk of the weeping willow. The luster of the dark eyes was no longer, and the deep pain and sorrow were revealed without concealment.
He was leaning on the weeping willow with one hand, and his dark hairband was fluttering gently in the cold night wind.
The woman he loves most is married, and she is still married to the master who once saved his life...
Is it ridicule? It's ruthless ridicule! God, you are so cruel, you actually played such a big joke on me!
Since we are destined to miss each other in this life, why do you want me to meet her again...
When Mu Qingfei looked back, he saw Phantom's eyes full of pain and loss. His eyebrows were slightly twisted, and his expression seemed indifferent, but it revealed a hint of worry.
Phantom's palm slowly slipped from the tree trunk, and his eyes followed Xue Xichen's beautiful figure. She was very beautiful and moving tonight, which attracted his eyes firmly, but also gave him a taste that was worse than the nightmare of hell.
Deeper pain.
How he hoped that the person who could make her put on her wedding dress and smile tonight was him...
"Congratulations."
He walked up to Feng Qingge and Xue Xichen, opened and closed his pale lips slightly, and uttered two words carefully, with a trembling tone.
Feng Qingge raised her eyes, her gaze resting on Phantom's dim, bloodshot pupils. The corners of her lips moved slightly, revealing deep worry and sourness.
"film……"
"Won't you treat me to a wedding drink?"
Although his tone seemed relaxed, no one knew how much effort he needed to suppress the overwhelming grief and grief in his heart. The fatal pain and pain, like a stormy sea, almost swallowed him up.
"Ying, you don't have to..."
Just as Xue Xichen opened her mouth to speak, Leng Huhu and Mu Qingfei stepped forward and said to Xue Xichen in a seemingly gentle but tough manner: "It's time for the bride to move into her new house!"
Just as Xue Xichen opened her mouth to refuse, Mu Qingfei glanced at her suggestively. Xue Xichen hesitated slightly and turned to look at Feng Qingge. Feng Qingge nodded to her, indicating that she could go with confidence.
Then he obediently followed Mu Qingfei back to his new house.
…
The two of them drank in silence under the moonlight. Phantom drank one glass after another in silence. Feng Qingge sat quietly at the side with her eyes lowered, thinking deeply about the wine.
"Forgetting love..."
Whispering the name of the wine in a low voice, Feng Qingge's lips curled up with a hint of self-deprecating bitterness. He touched the cup and sighed silently, "Ying, how long has it been since we sat quietly drinking like this?"
"For a long time……"
"It's been a long time indeed..."
"It's been so long that I've almost..."
forget……
It’s as if it has already happened in a previous life...
Because the two people exuded an extremely heavy and depressing atmosphere, everything around them became quiet and depressing because of the cold air emanating from their bodies.
"I remember you once said that wine is born of love. As bitter as the love is, the wine will be as bitter. Feng Qingge, don't you feel bitter when you drink this wine?"
When Feng Qingge heard this, her body instantly stiffened, her hand holding the wine glass tightened subconsciously, her thin lips pursed tightly, and her eyes were deep, unable to conceal the deep sting in her heart.
"Yes! How could I forget? Tonight is your big day, how can you feel bitter when you drink this wine?"
The phantom suddenly burst out laughing, her clothes flying and her hair fluttering. The night wind blew quietly, and under the pale and blurry moonlight, the phantom's eyes gradually became hazy as she looked at Feng Qingge.
"Feng Qingge... I once regarded you as my most trusted master and best brother..."
He suddenly grasped Feng Qingge's wrist that was placed on the stone table. The dark and strange blood-red sleeves and Feng Qingge's festive and gorgeous clothes overlapped each other on the stone table, like blood spreading, which made people feel inexplicable.
Shocked.
"I should bless you, right? But, I don't want to bless you, what should I do!"
"film……"
Feng Qingge watched the phantom hold his hand tightly, her expression a bit sad, a bit mournful, "I'm sorry..." The faint night wind blew wisps of sadness, and brought Feng Qingge a gentle apology, "I know you
I like Xichen..."
"Why do you say sorry..."
Phantom suddenly lowered his face in pain and slowly let go of Feng Qingge's wrist.
"You know, I don't need 'I'm sorry'..."
The Phantom raised his neck, and the strong wine entered his stomach. It was burning, stinging, and causing convulsions in his stomach.
Feng Qingge did not stop Phantom. He quietly watched Phantom drink one glass after another, with deep pain on his face, "Ying, you have been by my side since very early on. You and I
We grew up together, you and I fought together. Although you and I are not relatives, we are better than relatives. I regard you as a friend and the only confidant in my life. Shadow, I have never thought of hurting you, and I hate you even more.