What is home? Home is a warm harbor, and home is the happiest place for lovers. But unfortunately, Zhang Zhuang actually has no home in H City. Although he is now rich, he has never thought of buying one for himself.
A fixed home. It's not because he feels sorry for the little money, but because he always feels that no matter how many houses he buys, they are just empty rooms and definitely not his own home.
Because he is a person without a home, and so is Xia Hong. But as long as two people are together, it is home. Zhang Zhuang brought Xia Hong back to where he lived, the office in the market, and now this is their home.
This is the first time Xia Hong has entered her and Zhang Zhuang's home, and it is also the only time! She did not have a warm home when she was alive, but after her death, she finally had a home that belonged to her and her lover.
Zhang Zhuang carefully placed Xia Hong on the bed where he slept, looked at her intently, and whispered something. In fact, it didn't matter what he said, what mattered was who he said it to.
All the brothers of Dadongbei Company stood silently outside the room. Everyone put on black clothes, and their arms were wrapped with heart-stopping black strips of cloth. They were worn for the girl who had been miserable all her life.
Originally, she could have had a colorful life. Originally, he and she should have had an enviable happy life, but because they entered the world, they both changed too much!
Once you enter the rivers and lakes, you are as deep as the sea, and you look back to where you have been for a hundred years!
When it was completely dark, Peng Hui and Xiucai walked into Zhang Zhuang's room and saw Zhang Zhuang gently wiping Xia Hong's face like a competent husband. He wiped it so carefully.
So gentle...
The scholar's eyes were sore, and the tears finally fell. They were for his third brother and Xia Hong, and also for himself!
Peng Hui said softly: "Lao San, my condolences, by the way, we have prepared everything behind Xia Hong, and the brothers are waiting outside."
Zhang Zhuang ignored Peng Hui and continued to wipe carefully.
"Third brother, don't be like this! Even if Xia Hong sees you like this in the sky, she won't be happy. She hopes you live well! Third brother!" Xiucai said loudly, choking with sobs.
Zhang Zhuang's body froze, and his hands paused in the air for a moment, but then he resumed his previous movements.
"You go and get ready. I will hold a wedding with Xia Hong tomorrow." Finally, Zhang Zhuang spoke, but his words almost made Peng Hui and Xiucai think they had heard wrongly.
"What?" The two people asked in surprise at the same time. Isn't Zhang Zhuang crazy because of his sadness?
Zhang Zhuang raised his head, looked at Peng Hui and Xiucai, and repeated, "I'm going to hold a wedding with her tomorrow, do you understand me clearly?" When he said this, his expression was normal and his eyes were clear.
He doesn't look like a crazy person at all.
"I know that this is what she wanted most when she was alive. Now that she is dead, I can't let her go away with regrets." Zhang Zhuang said word by word. Then he added: "What I can do for her now
This is it.”
Peng Hui and Xiucai looked at each other and were very embarrassed. They knew that the reputation of Dadongbei Company and the third brother of Taiping were now very popular in H City. What would they think of Zhang Zhuang if people on the road knew that he married a dead man as his wife?
?Looking at the Northeast Company? What's more, there is Han Shuirou thousands of miles away, what will happen to her?
Peng Hui said in embarrassment: "Lao San, don't do this."
Zhang Zhuang glanced at him, and his cold eyes made Peng Hui shut his mouth immediately.
"Just do it. Don't worry about other people."
These were Zhang Zhuang's last words, which also meant that this was an irreversible decision.
Peng Hui nodded and walked out. He had already decided to do what Zhang Zhuang said, but the news could not be leaked out. The fewer people who knew about it, the better. But no matter what, Han Shuirou must know this.
something.
After Peng Hui went out, he told all the brothers in Dadongbei Company about Zhang Zhuang's decision. After hearing this, everyone unexpectedly had no objection. Yes, no one would care about a girl who died sadly. After all, it was her
The only chance.
The task of informing Han Shuirou was finally completed by Peng Hui. No one was willing to do this hurtful task. After listening to Peng Hui's euphemistic explanation, Han Shuirou was silent for more than ten minutes on the other end of the phone. Finally, she said calmly:
"Listen to Zhang Zhuang, that girl is quite pitiful." After saying this calmly, Han Shuirou's tears fell, but no one saw her tears.
"Shui Rou, I think you should come back right away. Zhang Zhuang's mood is very abnormal and he needs someone to take care of him." Peng Hui said at the end of the phone call.
"Okay." Han Shuirou agreed, her heart was broken. She was also a normal woman, and she also longed to be cared for and loved by her lover, but now she had to use her feminine feelings to comfort her heartbroken lover.
And it appeared when he was about to marry another woman, even though the bride was a dead person! God was unfair to Xia Hong, but was it fair to her?
The wedding of Zhang Zhuang and Xia Hong was held in a village in the suburbs. It was Zhang Zhuang's choice to choose this place. He did not want his wedding to Xia Hong to be disturbed by anyone. She had already experienced too much frustration and pain.
, he hoped that Xia Hong could finish her last journey in this beautiful village, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and give her life a happy ending.
During the wedding march, Zhang Zhuang, who was dressed in a suit, held Xia Hong, who was wearing a white wedding dress, and slowly walked on the scarlet carpet. When Xia Hong was still alive, the two people had never been in such close contact.
This was a wedding without fireworks, firecrackers, or witnesses. It was also a wedding without laughter. Several oversized happy words were plastered on the wall, which highlighted the sadness of the scene.
All the brothers in Dadongbei Company stood there quietly with red eyes, looking at these two people.
Peng Hui served as the host of the wedding. After reading a few words, he asked Zhang Zhuang in a hoarse voice: "Groom, are you willing to love her forever? No matter poverty, illness or wealth."
Zhang Zhuang nodded and replied: "Yes!" His voice sounded very deep, full of vicissitudes of life. In just one day, he had aged a lot, and he could even faintly see the hair that suddenly appeared on his head.
White hair.
Peng Hui asked again: "Bride, are you willing to love her forever? No matter poverty, illness or wealth."
No one answered, the bride had already passed away.
Zhang Zhuang then nodded and said, "Yes!" He answered on behalf of Xia Hong.
The scholar and Damaya standing nearby turned their heads quietly to prevent others from seeing the tears in their eyes. Even the villagers standing in the distance watching the excitement did not whisper as they looked at the most peculiar groom in the world.
and the bride. Maybe they will only see such a special wedding in their lifetime. Although they don’t understand why this thin-looking young man would hold a wedding with a dead person, they also know that if it weren’t for these two
It is impossible for an individual to love each other so much. No matter what, a couple as dedicated as them is worthy of respect.