She sat down on a wooden stake and saw the light of candles coming from a farmer's house in the distance, and the faint sound of suona could be heard. It was obvious that someone's family was marrying the bride.【】
The simple banquet, the relatives and friends having a wedding ceremony, the amazement and surprise of the two strangers when they unveiled the red hijab...
Maybe women in the folk are more happy? The sweet feeling of newlyweds, even if the couple has a simple meal and old clothes, is far better than being alone in the cold palace, facing a table of big fish and meat.
She sat there for a long time. It was late at night and the sound of the suona had disappeared.
To my ears, I could hear the song of a nightingale in the late summer woods, followed by a rich fragrance drifting in the wind.
She was surprised by the fragrance and slowly stood up. Under the cold moonlight, silently, a branch of a wild thorn fruit stretched out in front of her.
She was startled, but when she saw the person standing in front of her, he was wearing a moon-white singlet, just like a scholar rushing to take an exam.
Then, the fruit-laden branch moved a little closer to her, almost lying across her nose, carrying a sweet summer fragrance.
It was obvious that her heart was beating out of her chest, but she couldn't say a word.
And he, too.
He traveled all night and didn't even have time to take a sip of water... He worked day and night and finally arrived here... He had never done such a romantic thing in his life.
The branch was raised in front of her, but she stupidly forgot to pick it up. But he smiled, said nothing, and continued to wander, holding up the wild thorn fruit branch to look at it, and then bending down to look at the clusters in front of him.
of wild roses, or lift a red flower to your nose and smell its fragrance, or look at the first drop of dew on the petals under the moonlight.
A large flying insect flew past him and seemed to land on Shui Lian's shoulder. It stopped. He stretched out his hand as if to catch it gently, but the insect flew away in an instant.
Only then did Shui Lian stop and stare at him.
He still didn't take it seriously, put the wild thorn fruit next to him, sat down on a thick wooden stake, and pointed to another wooden stake, gesturing for her to sit.
She sat down, and they faced each other under the moonlight.
He smiled and took out a flute-like instrument from his arms, but it was definitely not a flute. It might be a special instrument in the military camp, but the songs he played were lingering and not as rough and original as a martial artist: