long regret

On the day of the wedding, all civil and military officials came here, and Chang Han wore a bright red robe, as silly as he could be.

I glanced at the bright red clothes handed over, and thought that if I dressed like him, it would be better to let me die.

So I went straight over and got on the horse beside him.

It's stupid enough that flying sand is covered with red silk in this good place.

Everyone has expressions that I don't understand, and the atmosphere is a little stiff, but I don't care, I just think, I'm going to marry him like this, hurry up, go to Tiance Mansion with him in front of General Li, and settle this matter finalized.

The sooner the better.

And, there's always been a strange idea dangling in my head.

The tactile sensation of his kiss.

Then I was relieved, he liked me, so he would come to kiss me, I just need to wait.

However, I didn't expect that I would wait so long.Follow him in the crowd and watch them toast, I just feel that my head is actually blank.

When will he come to kiss me.

From noon to evening, I became more and more impatient to wait.

I simply went back to the house, and when I saw my two swords resting in the corner, I was suddenly at a loss.

I have never been like today, my emotions are overflowing every minute, there are so-called expectations, anxiety, and boredom.

I was once defined as "a person without feelings".

So where these inexplicable feelings come from, I really don't know.

But at the same time, I felt that maybe I was confused by him. God knows what kind of ability he has to make me into a state that I feel strange to myself.

I opened the front of my shirt and wiped my face with cold water in frustration.

After sitting in the room for a long time, the door was pushed open. Chang Han touched the door with one hand, and stood in a precarious posture shaking in front of the door.

The day I married him happened to be the vernal equinox, and the evening wind was slightly warmer, carrying the fragrance of pear blossoms from the north. A white, almost transparent petal floated in from outside the door and landed on his shoulder.

For no reason, all worries were swept away.

If it's because of him, what does it matter.

I stood up slowly, only feeling at a loss, but determined.

I think that agreeing to marry him is probably a very correct thing to do.

I don't understand why I am at a loss, and I don't understand why I am firm. He held the door, and I saw his figure, with the moonlight as clear as water, like a proud lonely peak.

And I am the only climber on this cliff who can stand shoulder to shoulder with it.

only.

I was thinking about inexplicable things indiscriminately, and tried to take a step forward.

The body does not seem to be his own, the scene in front of him appears phantom, and the world is shaking.

In the warm wind of the quiet night, I heard his voice coming from afar: Ye Zi, are you drunk too?

It turns out that this is called being drunk.

wrong.

I thought of the jar of spirits he brought with him every time he came to me in the past.

I'm not drunk, I drink well.

I tried to take another two steps in his direction.

There seemed to be a fog in front of my eyes, I rubbed my eyes, but fell into a warm embrace.

His voice was drunk, and he smiled softly.

He said: I just saw you, I don't know what you were thinking, you were so preoccupied, and you drank three jars outside, and you don't feel like your stomach is full?

I was stunned.

I drank that much?

I finally managed to see the ground clearly with my head down, barely standing still, I looked up at him.

I'm not convinced: I didn't drink much.

I really don't understand the look in his eyes.

It's just very quiet, and the gentleness in the eyebrows seems to be able to appease everything.He looked at me quietly for a long time.

The corners of his lips are very attractive.

I always feel that I still really want to know what kind of touch it is.

However, he didn't come to kiss me as I imagined.

He looked at me for a long time, and I looked at him coldly.

I'm resentful, I'm resentful that he didn't come to kiss me.

In his eyes, between his brows, holding my arm, against my chest, he just surrounded me quietly, with an emotion that I don't understand.

At that time I really did not understand.

Later, when I saw his tombstone, I suddenly remembered that night, and suddenly realized that there is a kind of expression in the world, called □□love.