On that sunny day of the fake wedding, I stood at the door like this, looking at the red candle dressing table opposite, and the two old women surrounding the fairy-like Yue Begonia, dressing her up.
Behind him were the people from Kuangfeng Village, who were shouting.
"Open the door quickly, the groom is coming to pick up the bride."
The past is like smoke, but when recalled, it is extremely kind.
At that time, I was wearing bright red clothes, carrying big red flowers, and holding a bouquet in my hand. I watched Yue Haitang, who was covered with a hijab, slowly stand up and then face herself.
"In our place, the bride always holds flowers in her hands. This is for you."
At that time, Yue Haitang was as nervous as a young girl who had just grown up. She took the flowers and embroidered them gently, looking very beautiful. She was really as happy as a bride who was about to get married.
At that time, Xia Shang never dreamed that she would be the famous Shuiyue Fairy in Jiangnan.
Seeing the scene in the room in the grotto, Xia Shang clenched his fists.
All the events at that time have been echoing in my mind.
Everything displayed in this room is exactly the same as it was when the bride was received.
Opposite the door is a dressing table with red flowers tied on it. The position is the same as before. The bronze mirror above reflects Xia Shang himself. In a trance, he seems to be able to see Yue Haitang covered with a hijab.
There are also many things displayed on the dressing table. Only when you see it with your own eyes can you remember everything. Too many details emerge before your eyes. Xia Shang feels like he has returned to Kuangfeng Village.
What made the strings deep in his heart tremble was a bunch of black and moldy flowers on the dressing table...
Xia Shang recognized it, it was the bouquet that Erta had tied with his own hands.
"She...she actually...didn't lose it?"
For a moment, Xia Shang's heartbeat was a little fast.
As the saying goes, "feeling inspired by the scene", how could Xia Shang deny the slightest fondness for Yue Begonia in his heart when he was tying flowers?
Although he had been very calm and indifferent at that time, it was just a cover up by Xia Shang's instinct. Although he emphasized in front of Yue Haitang more than once that the wedding was just an act, how could he deny that it was also what Xia Shang did?
What is a manifestation of fear and worry?
Xia Shang was also worried, worried that the fake show would be real, worried that he would not be able to control his emotions and fall more and more in love with the girl of unknown origin.
The original separation of fate was the best result that Xia Shang thought of. If you just put it lightly, don't leave a good memory in each of their hearts. Isn't this a good thing?
Xia Shang knew that Yue Haitang once liked him.
But he mistakenly thought that Yue Haitang's love was the same as the love in his heart. It was a light love and a kind of appreciation.
But at this moment, when Xia Shang saw the decoration of this house and the almost rotten bouquet lying quietly on the dressing table, Xia Shang's heart was punched hard, and what came out of his heart was
Regret is a pity...
If he hadn't encountered any changes at the beginning, if he could have lived with her in the Wild Wind Village for the rest of his life...
That might also be a wonderful life.
"Do you remember this place?"
A faint female voice appeared from the back of the room.
Xia Shang shuddered and looked sideways to the left side of the room. In addition to the familiar displays, there was a woman in a bright red dress lying on a bright red wooden bed under a bright red curtain.
Xia Shang didn't see the girl's face clearly, but he recognized the clothes. This was the floral makeup Yue Hai wore on the wedding day.
Xia Shang felt hot and walked over quickly: "Miss Haitang, is that you?"
In this situation, no one can escape the inner fantasy.
Xia Shang thought that what he missed at the beginning could be made up for today. This inner excitement was difficult for others to comprehend.
"Yes or no, why don't you open the curtain and see for yourself?"
As he got closer, Xia Shang heard clearly that the voice was indeed Yue Haitang's, but compared with the coldness in his memory, there was a touch of tenderness in the voice now.
Xia Shang impatiently opened the bed curtains, and saw a familiar pretty face lying on his side on the bed with a sweet smile looking at him.
Although it had been a long time, Xia Shang still recognized her at a glance. She was Yue Haitang, who had not changed at all from when she was in Kuangfeng Village.
Yue Haitang lazily got up from the bed, leaned her soft body against Xia Shang's body slowly, and brought her red lips to her ear: "Mr. Xia, do you still remember this situation?"
"Remember, remember! How could Xia forget that we shared weal and woe with Miss Haitang?"
"Really? I don't believe it." Yue Haitang's little mouth curled up slightly, with a sullen look on her face, "If Mr. Xia really still remembers me, why has there been no news from him for so many days? I don't see him coming to see me either?"
"This..." Xia Shang was speechless, and it was really difficult for Yue Haitang to answer this question.
"Don't explain, you heartless person!" Yue Haitang pretended to be displeased and said softly, gently tapping the tip of Xia Shang's nose with her slender fingers, "I don't believe your nonsense, if you really still
Remember me, then I will test you and you will know if you are lying."
"Miss Haitang, just ask."
"Hey, Mr. Xia, don't stand all the time and sit on the bed to talk in detail. Mr. and I won't be able to finish talking in a while."
Today's Yue Haitang is much more enthusiastic than Xia Shang's memory. A pair of jade hands wrapped around Xia Shang's arm, and with a gentle pull, he pulled Xia Shang down to lie down on the bed.
This flower bed has a faint rouge smell and a strong feminine fragrance.
In my memory, I have never seen Yue Begonia with such a charming fragrance. Today, when I got close to it, it was even more cloying than honey, making Xia Shang feel dizzy.
"Tell me, when and where did we meet?"
"We met in a small cave halfway up Xiaoqing Mountain last year after the Liuzhuang Poetry Recital. You were seriously injured at that time and your life was hanging by a thread. Fortunately, Mr. Zhuo's superb medical skills allowed you to survive, but he left you without any energy.
After you woke up, you lied that you had lost your memory and did not know your identity. Am I right?"
Yue Haitang smiled and lightly poked Xia Shang's forehead. She looked very much like a young daughter-in-law flirting in front of her husband: "You still have some conscience. Then tell me what we have gone through between you and me.
?”
"What have you been through?" Xia Shang was slightly startled, not expecting to ask such a question, "It's a long story."
"What? You don't want to say?"
"No, since Miss Haitang wants to hear it, Xia will naturally not refuse."
Xia Shang was in high spirits and was happy to reminisce about the time in Kuangfeng Village with Yue Haitang on the soft and fragrant bed, hugging or hugging each other.
This is a very long story. Xia Shang told it slowly from the beginning with great interest...
At this time, Shang Rong and Qingluan were already on their way out of Wangyue Valley.
When the two women reached the halfway point on one side of the valley, Shang Rong suddenly stopped.
Qingluan turned around: "Senior sister, what's wrong with you?"
Shang Rong frowned slightly and pointed to a ball of hay at her feet: "The moisture in Wangyue Valley is extremely heavy, how can there be hay here? And the look of the hay looks like someone has bundled it specially." (To be continued)