Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

So, why is it necessary to get married? If you don't get married, can you not survive? Should you be despised by outsiders?

In this case, it would be more free and easy to cut your hair and become a nun.

But the truth is cruel. You can't enjoy all the benefits yourself and let others bear all the responsibilities, right?

Who can we blame for this? We can blame our own country for not being strong enough to say no to such things.

Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, Jia Bingwen would just think that she agreed.

Without saying anything more, he just turned and left.

No one came after him.

"You're not the only princess in Dongyuan. If you don't want to go, there might be plenty of people who do."

Su Minyuan immediately looked around cautiously, but still saw no one: "Who is hiding his head and showing his tail?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I have a way to get His Majesty to change people."

Su Minyuan held his breath and stared, as if trying to determine the person's location, but since she dared to speak, she must not be afraid of her hearing.

The voice was erratic and it was difficult to determine its exact location at once, so I had to guide her to talk more?

"What method do you have?"

But he could not get a response, and he was still unwilling to give up. He was determined to find this person. The streets were crowded with people, and who knew what his intentions were. If he disrupted the peace talks between the two countries, it would be detrimental to Dongyuan.

"Every man is born of heaven and earth, and he has his own career to pursue. As long as we live, we should work hard every day. This is my responsibility, so how can I shirk it?"

But there was still no response, as if the person had already left. This was not a good thing, so I had to rely on my initial judgment and move closer to the direction I suspected.

He kept asking questions as if nothing had happened, but he turned behind the wall at an extremely fast speed in almost an instant, but still did not see anyone.

I wonder if she is still there, maybe she is secretly observing my every move.

She stayed there long enough, full of suspicion, and said a lot, but all her words were spoken to no one, and there was no so-called "audience" for her.

Because this person has already gone to another place to be someone else's listener.

It was a really exciting day. I patted my chest, as if I was frightened by the gossip. The stories told by these aunties and grandmas were so vivid and lifelike, just like storytellers. Compared with storytellers, the only difference was the content and the way of expression.

I listened here and looked there, and the morning was gone. I had heard enough gossip, so what should I do in the afternoon?

Why is there no one to be my guide?

But it's not like there's nowhere to go. Didn't someone say that? At night, there might be a lot of people releasing lanterns by the river, and some people might make wishes under that sacred tree east of the city. Going there early to stake out the spot, does wishing still have to be done during the day or at night?

Make a wish first, and then come to see the lanterns in the evening.

I was thinking about what wish to make, no matter whether it would come true or not, who knows?

I didn't notice that there were other people at the table.

The two girls in their twenties sat down shyly, looking at her face again and again, and raised their heads countless times before they were finally discovered by Su Qingping.

"You two, is there something dirty on my face?"

The face of the person who was caught in the act was covered with a fire cloud. Su Qingping was a little surprised that he was such a shy person.

He asked very gently: "Is there anything you need my help with?"

Finally, someone spoke up, but they sounded rather embarrassed: "We just wanted to know where you bought the mask on your face."

Su Qingping thought something was wrong with him. After pointing out the store to them, the two of them quickly fled.

His sight, without any obstruction, was no less sharp, as if he could see through Su Qingping through the mask, just like the sight of the man who had just been caught.

I really didn't like this kind of look and wanted to get up and leave, but my noodles were brought to me at this moment. It was so hasty. Why was I eating in the hall with a mask on?

He immediately changed to another box and walked to the second floor under the man's gaze.

The eyes are the same, clearly they are the same person.

Once in the private room, no one would stare at my soul directly, making me feel much more at ease. I hung the mask around my waist so that I wouldn't be too late to put it on in an emergency. The ribbon was tied loosely, making it easy to put it on my face quickly.

This has been a habit for many years. Masks always give me a sense of security, as if wearing a mask can seamlessly connect multiple lives. No one can guess the true thoughts behind the mask.

Changing the mask can change your mood and state of mind. It is a wonderful feeling. You can experience the lives of different people without so many constraints. You are always freer.

In order to avoid meeting that person again in the afternoon, I sat here for a long time. The sun was at its peak and I took this opportunity to take a break. I could still see the bustling crowds on the streets, but much fewer than in the morning.

Sitting by the window, feeling the breeze blowing, stretching out my hands and letting the wind dry the sweat on my palms, the slight coolness proves that the wind is caressing my palms, closing my eyes and listening to the story it brings, but the noisy voices have long drowned out its sound.

Reach out one more hand, or two more hands, and it will be enough to write these stories.

Maybe even dreaming.

I don’t worry about getting my hands sunburned. I lie on the window sill and immerse myself in the stories brought by the wind, depicting the scenes in my mind, and walking through spring, summer, autumn and winter as a bystander.

Someone will always notice her in the bustling crowd.

There was also a person sitting by the window on the second floor opposite. Through the half-open window, only her outstretched arm could be seen, but this made the person opposite stare at her for a long time without blinking.

Perhaps my hands were numb from being placed on the pillow, and before long, even my hands and feet were hidden behind the window. I just didn't know if the story brought by the wind was still continuing.

Meimei had a beautiful sleep, but the dream was broken into tiny particles the moment she woke up. Not to mention piecing it together, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be a trace of it.

I shook my numb arms and started my afternoon schedule. The destination is important, and the journey is also important. There is no clear purpose. I will stop wherever I go, play, and see something delicious or fun. If I encounter a large crowd and don't want to be crowded, I will wait until they have passed before I go. If I encounter a huge crowd, my heart will also be excited, and I will imitate others and dance, because no one will know me anyway.

Not standing out at all, blending completely into the crowd.

The very long journey finally came to an end. As expected, there were a lot of people. It was estimated that most people had the same idea as her. Hiding among so many people, it didn't seem difficult to express her wishes.

I just saw many people writing their wishes on pieces of cloth, enclosing them in a purse containing two copper coins, and throwing them into a leafy tree. I wondered if the tree would bend under the weight of their wishes?

It should hold up, though.

Perhaps because people often make wishes here, the tree is surrounded by a fence, and some people also stick incense on the outside, making it a sacred tree that is worshipped by people.

If people want to ask for something, they will always come to this tree to burn incense, without having to go to the temple. It is the first choice in an emergency.