"Because... I love you." When he said this, his face looked a little shy.
Lan Shengxue couldn't help but pursed her lips and laughed. Many times, Di Yunshang was not good at talking. Usually, he did much more than he talked.
Loving her, for him, is more something he likes to do than say.
Today, he felt a little embarrassed when he suddenly said these words, which made Lan Shengxue feel very good.
Even though parting is imminent, the relationship between the young couple is still inseparable.
The others listened and walked out with great discernment, leaving the two of them a quiet space to be alone.
Lan Shengxue looked at the beautiful knot of hair in his palm. His and her hair were intertwined together. They looked reassuring.
"It's such a special way to tie the knot as a couple."
Di Yunshang slowly raised his head and met her eyes, full of doting, "Xuexue, do you know the legend about hair knots?"
She shook her head, "There are still legends?"
Emperor Yunshang narrated: "There was once a tribal leader named Lin Jun who led a fleet to the west of the Qing River. He fell in love with the beautiful goddess of salt water in the salt pond. Lin Jun gave a lock of his hair to the goddess and said: Marry
Get on it, I will live and die with you.
But Lin Jun was unwilling to stop his march to the west. The goddess reluctantly turned into a flying insect and set up a fog barrier to block Lin Jun's way in an attempt to retain him.
Lin Jun shot the goddess to death with an arrow on the Yangshi.
When the goddess died, the hair he gave her was still wrapped around her neck.
Even in myths, women are so infatuated and determined, which makes people sigh.
What is more common in ancient people’s notes is that women use their hair as tokens to give to the men they like. This unique and charming and affectionate expression expresses their wish to "hide their black hair well and get gray hair early."
"That salt water goddess was really infatuated. I didn't expect that she would be killed by the man she loved." She sighed with regret, "Since ancient times, there has been no time for hatred, and passion has always been hurt by ruthlessness."
"I also think Mr. Lin is too ruthless." He added, "But don't be sad, this is just one of the negative legends, and there is another positive legend."
Lan Shengxue became curious, "A positive legend? Tell it and listen."
"It is said that there was a custom in the past when holding funerals. If the wife died early for some reason, the husband would break the comb they used when they got married and divide it into two halves. There would still be a few strands of his wife's green hair on it.
The other half was buried in the coffin to show that he would never forget his wife and commemorate the deep love for her."
"Love is unforgettable..." Lan Shengxue sighed, "Why don't you tell me, since ancient times, how come there are so many crazy men and resentful women, and even more people who commit suicide for love."
Her hand was suddenly held tightly by Di Yunshang.
Before Lan Shengxue could react, "Yun Shang, what are you doing?"
His expression was serious and solemn, and every look he looked at her was so firm, "Xuexue, no matter what happens between the two of us in the future, even if we die, I want us to go to poverty and fall into hell.
, never separate.
I won't let you live alone in this world, it will be too lonely.
So you promise me that if something happens, we will face it together, get through it hand in hand, and never give up on each other, okay?"
Lan Shengxue chuckled.
The corner of Di Yunshang's mouth twitched. Such a tense and serious atmosphere was broken by this girl's laughter.