Snow Color

On Mount Wudang, the sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was blowing gently through the pine forests on the mountain. Song Yuanqiao stood in the courtyard, holding a letter from Song Qingshu in his hand. When he unfolded the letter and read it, he couldn't help but show a look of joy on his face.

It turned out that the letter was about the upcoming marriage of Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo! Song Yuanqiao thought to himself: "Qingshu is finally going to start a family. I must carefully prepare a grand wedding for him." Thinking about it, he couldn't wait to walk towards the place where Master Zhang lived. His steps were light as if he was walking on clouds.

After meeting Master Zhang, Song Yuanqiao could not hide his excitement. He handed Song Qingshu's letter to his master and explained the details. Master Zhang was also very happy and said to Song Yuanqiao, "That's great! Zhiruo is gentle and virtuous, and she and Qingshu are a match made in heaven. You must work hard to arrange this marriage and not be negligent in the slightest."

After getting Zhang Zhenren's approval, Song Yuanqiao was even more confident. He immediately called all the disciples of Wudang Mountain and announced the good news. Everyone congratulated him, especially those fellow disciples of the same generation as Song Qingshu, who were sincerely happy that this senior brother could marry a beauty like Zhou Zhiruo.

As a result, the entire Wudang Mountain was busy preparing for this grand wedding. From hanging up the lights and decorations to buying the items needed for the wedding banquet, every detail was arranged in an orderly manner. Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was the wedding day of Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu.

That morning, the sun shone on the bluestone steps of Wudang Mountain, like a golden carpet. When Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu took Zhou's father to the top of Wudang Mountain, what they saw was amazing - the whole mountain was decorated with bright red, and there was a festive and peaceful atmosphere everywhere.

The Taoist temples, pavilions and towers in the mountains were all hung with big red lanterns, swaying in the wind; the stone steps were lined with flowers, the fragrance was overwhelming. In the distance, bursts of melodious music came, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Seeing all this, Zhou's father finally felt relieved - from the colorful lights and splendid decorations at the scene, it can be seen that the Wudang sect attaches great importance to the wedding of Zhiruo and Qingshu. In this way, he was relieved.

Zhiruo widened her eyes and looked at everything around her in amazement. She never dreamed that the venue could be decorated so beautifully in such a short time! As for Song Qingshu, he was very satisfied with everything his father had carefully arranged. At this moment, the picture of his happy life with Zhiruo in the future kept appearing in his mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. When he thought that Zhiruo would become his wife in some time, his heart was full of expectations, and he wished that tomorrow would be the big day. Zhiruo and Song Qingshu were moved and happy when they saw all this. They knew that this was not just a wedding, but also a blessing and witness of their love from all the disciples of Wudang Mountain.

After Zhiruo and Zhou's father settled down on Mount Wudang, they lived a peaceful and quiet life. During this period, Zhiruo sewed a beautiful wedding dress for herself stitch by stitch. According to custom, the newlyweds were not allowed to see each other a few days before the wedding, so Song Qingshu missed Zhiruo very much, but his uncle kept saying that he should not violate tradition.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, there are only two days left before the wedding. On this day, Song Qingshu went through a lot of hardships to successfully avoid the group of Wudang Mountain disciples who were always around him. He hurried to the lake behind Wudang Mountain and saw a beautiful figure sitting on a stone by the lake from a distance. Song Qingshu walked forward quickly. Zhiruo heard the footsteps and turned around to see that it was Song Qingshu. She smiled immediately. Then, Song Qingshu slowly sat down next to Zhiruo.

"You're here! How have you been lately? Are you busy?" Zhiruo asked with concern.

However, Song Qingshu did not directly respond to her question. Instead, he looked up at the sky and said softly, "Zhiruo, look at the bright moon in the sky."

Zhiruo followed his gaze and saw that the moonlight tonight was exceptionally bright and clear, like a jade plate hanging in the night sky. She couldn't help but sigh, "How beautiful!" The moonlight sprinkled on the lake, sparkling, like a dream, intoxicating.

"Yes, I wish you a long life, and we can enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands miles apart. But from now on, we will stay together forever and never be separated." Song Qingshu said softly.

"Yeah." Zhiruo couldn't help feeling sweet in her heart.

The two walked side by side under the moon, enjoying the quiet night and the warm company. When they reached Zhou Zhiruo's door, Song Qingshu watched her walk into the house before turning around and leaving.

Finally, the wedding day arrived. At dawn, Zhiruo had already dressed up carefully with the help of the aunts at the foot of the mountain, wearing gorgeous wedding clothes. When everything was ready, she thought about becoming Song Qingshu's wife and was full of longing and expectation for the future world of two people.

Finally, when Song Qingshu and his men came to greet Zhou Zhiruo, Zhou Zhiruo bowed to Zhou's father and said goodbye. At this moment, she listened to Zhou's father's words full of concern and instructions, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness in her heart, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

Father Zhou looked at his daughter who was about to get married, with endless emotion and reluctance in his eyes. He knew that Zhiruo was about to enter a new stage of life - becoming someone else's wife and daughter-in-law, but he didn't know how to express it. At this moment, his heart was filled with joy and bitterness, and he could only silently bury this reluctance in his heart.

Zhiruo understood her father's thoughts, she held back her tears, tried to keep smiling, and said that she would live a good life and asked her father not to worry. However, when she turned around, she couldn't help but tears rolling down.

Father Zhou looked at Zhiruo's back as she walked away, feeling mixed emotions. He knew that this was the only way for his daughter to grow up, but as a father, he always hoped to protect her from harm forever.

Zhiruo followed Song Qingshu quietly and walked into the hall. Father Zhou and Song Yuanqiao were sitting in the hall, their faces full of joy. Zhiruo and Song Qingshu knelt down together and saluted the two elders.

After the ceremony, Zhiruo moved to the wedding bed and sat down. At this time, Song Qingshu walked out of the room and brought back a bowl of steaming hot chicken noodle soup. He gently placed it on the table and said softly, "Zhiruo, you haven't eaten all day. Eat this bowl of freshly cooked chicken noodle soup while it's hot." Before he finished speaking, an alluring aroma came to her face.

Zhiruo looked over at the sound, a glimmer of joy flashed in her eyes. She hurriedly got up from the bed, walked quickly to the table, sat down, picked up the chopsticks and ate heartily. Since this morning, she had only eaten a few pieces of cake to fill her stomach, and now she was already starving, with her stomach rumbling. The bowl of fragrant chicken noodle soup in front of her made her unable to resist the temptation of delicious food.