On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The sky was gray in the early morning. The thick water vapor that had been brewing for several days finally couldn't bear the weight and turned into a heavy spring rain.

Bean-sized raindrops fell without warning, and in an instant the sky and the earth were covered in a dense, cool curtain of water.

Lin Zhen woke up to the sound of rain.

When he stood up, Wan'er was already prepared and was personally bringing a basin of water and a towel to help him wash up.

"My husband is awake!"

"Um, is it raining?"

"Yes, the spring rain has finally arrived. Otherwise, I would have worried about the drought."

The light in the house was a little dim, and the sound of rain outside made the room seem especially quiet.

Lin Zhen stood up and sat down at the dressing table in front of the bronze mirror, letting Wan'er comb his thick, long, black hair.

Wan'er's slender and flexible fingers gently shuttled through his hair with skillful movements.

She used an ivory comb to straighten his long hair, praising him softly as she combed: "My husband's hair is so beautiful, straight and thick. It combs smoothly and never gets tangled. It's so easy for me to take care of it."

Her voice was gentle and pleasant, with the laziness of waking up in the morning.

Lin Zhen did not respond. His deep gaze passed through the half-open diamond-shaped window and fell on the yard.

The rain was pouring down, and countless crystal raindrops were like broken bead curtains, densely falling on the blooming pear trees in the yard.

The snow-white pear blossom petals were beaten down and mixed into the mud, looking a bit messy and revealing a sense of beauty that was destroyed by wind and rain.

He looked at the rain curtain, his eyes somewhat blank, not knowing what he was thinking.

As Wan'er spoke, she skillfully gathered Lin Zhen's soft long hair up, twisted it into a bun, and finally fixed it firmly with a simple but soft jade hair crown.

She took a half step back and looked at her work with satisfaction.

However, Lin Zhen still kept looking out the window, hardly moving.

After a long moment, he sighed softly, "Alas, I don't know how Yanyan is doing, and whether she is injured."

Wan'er said, "Yan Yan is the most bellicose, but there are only a few people in the world who can hurt her, so don't worry, my husband."

"You don't know, that girl has a very quick temper and is not very good at talking. She will start a fight if she doesn't get along with you after just a few words. This time we are on the battlefield, where swords have no eyes. What if she gets hurt?"

"So, my husband wants to transfer her back?"

Lin Zhen shook his head. "Unless the war is over, it's impossible to transfer him back. Not only will it upset the morale of the army, but Yan Yan will also never agree. It's better to just stay home and wait for news."

"Compared to Yanyan, I'm more worried about Fatty." There was a subtle hint of worry and melancholy in Lin Zhen's voice.

Wan'er picked up a warm, wet towel and gently wiped the back of his neck, saying soothingly, "Don't worry, my husband. Your Highness is a mighty war god throughout China, master of strategy and commanding of troops. General Fatty and his men are your trusted lieutenants, and they are under your personal guidance and command, so they should be invincible. I believe this storm is just an ordinary test."

Her words were filled with unconditional trust in King Zhenbei.

Lin Zhen pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed a helpless smile: "I understand the truth. But I feel a little empty inside, especially because of that fat guy."

His voice rose slightly, a familiar complaint lingering in his voice. "Back in Beijing, he was constantly causing me trouble, giving me a headache. But this guy... it's only been so long since he left, and I can't help but miss him. I miss his tough, hard-working appearance, and the days when we could banter and joke around..."

He shook his head with a complicated expression on his face, "This guy..."

Wan'er was amused by his expression. She put down the towel, walked around to him, took his hand, and said gently, "Husband, what you said is just human nature. When we were together day and night, we found him noisy and annoying; but now that we are far apart, we only miss all the lively times we had together. As the saying goes, fragrance from afar can be smelly, and nearby smells stinky; it's just like that."

Her eyes moved with gentle pleading, "Although the rain is heavy today, there's no strong wind, which is quite charming. As the ancients said, 'Leaving a withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain is a refined activity. My husband has been toiling all day, why don't you take a moment to relax and walk with me in this rainy courtyard, listening to the sound of the rain? It would be a relief to relax your mind."

Lin Zhen looked at Wan'er's sincere and gentle face, and the haze in his heart seemed to be dispelled a little by her sweet words.

He took her slightly cold hand in his and nodded, "Alright. This rainy scene is quite rare. Have breakfast served in the octagonal pavilion by the water, and call Qingwen and Huanbi to come along. After dinner, we'll wander around the mansion and enjoy the scenery under the spring rain."

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." Wan'er's eyes flashed with joy. She bowed and immediately went out to give orders.

The octagonal stone pavilion by the water is built in an open area, dotted around with Taihu stones and seasonal flowers and trees.

The pavilion is spacious and majestic, with an octagonal dome, flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted buildings, and intricate patterns of flowers, birds, fish and insects, which give it a simple and elegant appearance.

Today's rain is like a dense string of beads, falling straight from the sky, hitting the bluestone slabs, breaking into thousands of splashes of water, and making a continuous "gurgling" sound.

However, because the wind direction is gentle, the raindrops fall vertically and do not sweep diagonally into the spacious pavilion, so clothes will not get wet when walking under the corridor.

Soon, a rich and exquisite breakfast was prepared.

Steaming millet porridge, golden and soft egg pancakes, tender crystal shrimp dumplings, smooth shredded chicken rolls, several plates of refreshing seasonal side dishes, especially Lin Zhen’s favorite crispy pickled radish strips, are all neatly arranged on the stone table.

Lin Zhen and Wan'er each held a simple oil-paper umbrella and walked side by side along the corridor towards the pavilion.

The rain gathered into a stream on the umbrella surface and dripped along the ribs.

Outside the corridor, a clear artificial stream meanders past the side of the pavilion. The stream has become a little turbulent due to the addition of rainwater. A few koi fish float to the surface of the water curiously, opening their mouths to absorb fresh air.

In the cracks of the stones on both sides of the stone road, several unknown wild flowers stubbornly bloomed with flowers that were either light purple or tender yellow. Under the wash of rain, they looked particularly fresh and tender.

Raindrops hit the glazed tile roof of the pavilion, fall into the stream, and hit the broad banana leaves, making "crackling", "ding-dong", and "rustling" sounds that are either crisp or dull, short or continuous, interweaving into a natural and pleasant rain melody.

The two of them walked into the warm pavilion and handed the umbrella to the maid standing beside them.

Wan'er helped Lin Zhen take off his slightly damp coat. As soon as they sat down on the cushioned stone bench, they heard a series of clear and charming laughs and the babbling of an extremely excited baby coming from afar.

Qingwen was seen wearing a light green spring dress, holding Chengyu in her arms, who was giggling and dancing with excitement, her face flushed, as she walked into the pavilion in a hurry.

She said to Lin Zhen coquettishly, "My dear husband! Look at this! This little ancestor of ours is probably the reincarnation of a little genius, right? Just now, I said I would bring him here to have breakfast with you and Madam, but he acted like he understood in his nurse's arms. He clung to her clothes and refused to go with me, crying so loudly that it shook the sky! His little mouth was pouting, looking so wronged! I had to say 'go find daddy', and he stopped crying immediately, stretching out his little hands eagerly for me to hold him! Tell me, whose three or four-month-old baby can understand 'daddy' and can recognize people and find his father? If this isn't a genius, what is it?"