In the haze, a woman sat beside the mausoleum and cried.
She was alone, hugging her knees, and her body was as thin as a layer of paper. Suddenly, the strong wind blew up, and her whole body was blown up like a light feather. She was about to fall into the abyss.
He was eager to catch her, but the wind blew stronger and stronger...
"Wheat...wheat..."
He stretched out his hand but failed to catch her. She flew out and fell into the abyss...
"Wheat...wheat..."
He jumped up.
My forehead hurts.
Found himself falling to the ground.
My head was covered in sweat.
The body is cold.
The sunshine outside has long lost its temperature.
It’s autumn!
It turns out it's autumn already.
Unknowingly, the days passed so quickly.
He was sweating coldly and was haunted by nightmares, unable to get out.
He sat up.
The phone keeps ringing.
However, he didn't want to answer it at all.
However, the cell phone remained unyielding and kept ringing.
He sighed and picked up the phone. There were countless missed calls on his phone: from Bingbing, from Song Weichao, from the hotel, and some whose names he couldn't tell... In just a short time, so many people have called?
People from all walks of life are rushing to death.
Song Weichao's voice was furious: "...Hey, Mr. Yi, don't go missing on this day... Bingbing and the others have already arrived at the Nine Hotel, okay? Do you still want to put on airs in front of the woman? To be honest.
Tell you, if you don’t come, I will catch you right away. Well, if you let me catch you... you should know the consequences..."
"..."
"...Mr. Yi, we are adults now, okay? We don't want to play like young people anymore... You still want to play missing?"
"..."
Finally, Yi Xiangxi yelled into the phone: "Coming, coming, I'll leave right away..."
Just after hanging up the phone, the driver called again, respectfully: "...Mr. Yi, are you ready to leave??"
Even the driver was impatient to wait!!!
The wedding car was already waiting at the door, and he was in a hurry. He bit the bullet and rushed to get it on the shelves.
How strange, why would he think of getting married? For so many years, he has never thought about this issue at all. Does every man have to get married? What if he doesn’t get married???
After so many years without getting married, aren’t you living a good life? Why do you have to get married?
It's so imminent that it feels so unreal.
Do I love Bingbing? Is she really the woman I have dreamed of marrying in this life?
Or, do I understand her? Does she really understand me?
Only then did he realize that he had never understood Bingbing: What does Bingbing really like to eat? What to wear? Hobbies? Inner world? And what about Bingbing? How much does she understand herself? Does she know her past? Her dirty tricks? She is unbearable.
Looking back on all the past events?
It turns out that their previous relationship was all a combination of roses, flowers, chocolates, candlelight dinners, expensive jewelry, sweet words...all of this.
These so-called romances cover up all the truth.
Why are you so frightened when the curtain is lifted?
Is getting married really so worthy of congratulations? From now on, as people say, is it like entering a terrible grave? He started to have phobia of marriage before marriage for no reason, and it was extremely serious.
In other words, am I getting married because of love? Or because I am getting married to celebrate revenge?