Every day after the marriage, I prepare a funeral for my husband

He married a woman younger than him.

But it was he who taught him what it means to love each other.

On the bell tower, the two of them were too drunk to hold the wine jar, and he finally leaned over without restraint and kissed his dimple.Two hot red faces were pressed together, and someone shameless said: After drinking this, hiccup, go home and continue...

The moment he tore off his clothes to expose his collarbone, his eyes collapsed, and he hugged him hard onto the table.

Giggling, he looked at him disheveled.

That was a wild goblin, untied the Buddhist beads on his wrist, slapped it on the table, put his arms around his neck and said, "Diangou, don't hold it back, hold it back..."

But the next day he innocently asked, "Where's your prayer beads?"

In fact, many of his later desires and dissatisfaction were taught by him.

The candle lights up night after night, they always have to go to war first, and then they can talk about the geometry of life, and then embrace each other and fall asleep, let the world be strange, relying on them to secretly love each other——

But later, he also taught him what hurt is.

That day he hurried into Guancheng and went straight to the bank to get a lot of banknotes. When he left the city, he thought about it out of breath, and hurriedly bought a rattle.

When he pushed open the door with his bitter love, only the broken tile hole in the roof was waiting for him, with its mouth wide open, as if laughing at his restless carelessness.

The letter was written very simply, with mischievous lines between the lines: Brother, let me show you a trick.

one two Three……

I'm gone.

I will take good care of my baby and myself, and so will you. Forget what you said under the cherry tree.

That child is always like this, he can decide everything about them by himself, the bowl of poison before still makes his bone marrow hurt in the middle of the night, and now he tells him again: You can't help me, see, my trust in you is still the same There is only such a little...

When they were separated before, he took the initiative to look for him with a cold face, and Balabala said a lot of cruel words, just wanting to take the opportunity to look at him a few more times.

But this time was even better. He turned around, but he didn't expect it to be a breakup without even saying goodbye.

——Gu Qiao, you are good enough!

He once thought that he had become stern enough, but compared to being ruthless and cruel, it turned out that he was far behind him.

Should pay homage to.

But after not seeing each other for so long, they have all grown up a bit and learned to express certain emotions calmly.

He was disappointed by the other party's hesitation, so he pulled away decisively and left, but he just stood holding the letter for a long time, then suddenly turned around and threw the rattle away.

"Jiang Qing, go and give these banknotes to the Ling family."

He raised his flag, got on his horse in an instant, and said: "All the army, you lead the team to pay off the remnants of the bandit gang, and kill me without leaving any behind! If I find out that there is a den of robbers here in the future, you can directly Come see me!"

Jiang Qing quickly asked: "General, where are you going?"

"Qing Yuan!"

The man said through gritted teeth.

Yes, Dianchen loves only one person from beginning to end, named Nan Su.

And the name Gu Qiao only appeared in his life for a day and a night, it was really not painful, and it couldn't squeeze into his heart.

What's the problem?

He never struggled.

It was a cold day with heavy snow, and he was riding on horseback, his fur was as cold as a knife, and there was a large cloud of white air from his nose and mouth.

Ten miles outside Qingyuan City, the man stood like that at the windward intersection, as if he had been standing there for a long time. He was wearing a pure white cloak, straight and clean, and in the shadow of the twilight, he faintly blended with the snowflakes.

"Six princes."

The man called out, then he seemed a little at a loss, but he forced himself to calm down and said, "You, why do you want to see me all of a sudden?"

From the first word, Dianchen's eyes turned red.

He looked at him quietly, with the corners of his lips tightly pursed. After a long time, he got off his horse and said calmly, "Why, can't you come?"

If it was said that there was still the last trace of pain in his heart, but at the moment when the man suddenly threw away the paper umbrella and strode into his arms, his heart suddenly calmed down.

In a daze, he heard that voice again, rampaging in his chest, and all the echoes merged into three words: Brother Six, Brother Six, Brother Six...

"Sixth brother."

This time, it wasn't an auditory hallucination.

Nan Su raised his face, his dark eyes kept rolling on his face, he suppressed his sobs, and said with a smile: "You finally came to me..."

Dianchen looked at his eyebrows and eyes, and listened to the jumping under his chest. After a long time, he raised his hand to wrap him in the fur, touched his short shoulder-length hair at the back of his head, and said calmly: "En."

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Dianchen lived secretly in Qingyuan for half a month.Of course, such secrets are only for ordinary people. Dianchen believes that his every move has been presented to different people.

But fortunately, he doesn't need to cover up anymore.

The north wind was blowing, and snow foam was flying all over the sky. In such a cold day, the inn brought him a steaming pot at noon.

Nan Su also came after finishing his business, took off his cloak and sat down opposite him, said with a smile: "This is how I catch up, I can catch up with you."

Dianchen smiled, stretched out his hand and pushed over the menu: "You order."

The hot dishes were ready in no time, and the heat rose up in bursts. Dianchen stopped his chopsticks for a while, and just looked at King Tuozhen opposite him.

The man's deportment and behavior are very cultivated. Like him, he is a person who eats very elegantly. His smooth forehead was sweaty because of the heat. He wiped it with a towel and said with a smile: "I put too much pepper."

Dianchen poured water for him, and said: "Drink the water and press it, if you can't, change the pot again, don't hurt your stomach."

"No, it's hot when it's spicy."

Nan Su took the water glass and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Dian Chen: "..."

After a long time, he put down the teapot and shook his head blankly: "No need."

When two people who are so refined are together, I am afraid that even if they are reading a small picture album, others will think that they are discussing the Book of Songs-oh, of course, I am afraid that they will never read a small picture album together in this life.

Qingyuan is a big place, Nansu is busy with everything but always remembers Dianchen, finally spared a day, so he asked Dianchen to go hunting.

Now it's mid-December, and the battle reports from Jiang Qing are increasing day by day, and Dianchen has put on the agenda to go back to the north, so he just opened his mouth to talk to Nan Su.

In the snowy forest, the man was riding on horseback, his pretty face was startled: "Then when will we come again?"

Dian Chen said: "Next year."

After saying that, a pure white tassel quietly appeared in Dianchen's palm.

Nan Su was stunned again, and real surprise burst into his eyes for a moment: "Sixth brother gave it to me?"

Dianchen nodded, didn't ask if he liked it or not, just looked at Nan Su's smiling face, and got the best answer.

He reached out and put it on his ear.

The two were riding two horses, but they were very close at the moment, Nan Su's breath fell lightly on the back of his hand, Dian Chen looked sideways, and saw that the cheeks in front of him were smooth and white, faintly shrouded in white jade-like light.

"..."

Nan Su looked at him, but didn't speak, just bit his lip lightly.

They both know it's a good time to kiss.

Since that hug, the two of them haven't had any intimacy anymore. Dianchen looked at his trembling pupils and felt his slightly tense breathing, but suddenly he remembered a rainy night when someone's first kiss was taken away and he jumped into a rage : "Dianchen, you bastard!"

"Pfft..." Dianchen laughed inappropriately.

After reacting, he looked at Nan Su's astonishment, and stopped smiling for a moment.

But all the atmosphere has been broken, Dianchen suddenly felt a little irritable, and rode forward: "Zai Zai, let's go."

Nan Su followed up, thought and thought, and asked, "Why did Sixth Brother suddenly give me tassels?"

"There's no need for a reason."

After saying that, Dianchen raised his eyebrows, and suddenly pointed at a snow rabbit!

There was no more Buddhist beads on his wrist, and he was no longer the merciful sixth prince after all. After hearing a "swish", the accompanying guard stepped forward to pick up the bloody rabbit.

After such an interruption, no one mentioned the meaning of sending that tassel.

Dian Chen could tell that Nan Su still wanted to ask, but he was a reserved person after all. When he heard that he was leaving, he didn't try to persuade him to stay, and when he didn't kiss him, he didn't choose to ask. At the end, he just lowered his head and was silent for a while.

In the end, it was Dianchen himself who spoke: "How about I stay for a few more days?"

"Is it okay?" Nan Su then laughed: "Then shall we go sketching tomorrow?"

Uh, it seems that something happened, Nan Su changed his words: "I still can't do sketching, let's go to a bar."

As soon as the words fell, Dian Chen's eyebrows slightly raised.

He never thought of exposing anything, so he never mentioned the past. This was the first time Nan Su used Gu Qiao's image in front of him.For a moment, Dianchen was in a daze—who is the substitute for whom?

But he quickly suppressed such emotions, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head and smiled: "Okay."

The days passed quickly, but every day was almost like copying and pasting. Dianchen gradually felt a little unaccustomed to it, but he comforted himself, whose life is so chaotic every day?

Isn't this kind of leisure and security the life after marriage that he once dreamed of?

Although he and Nan Su have never been married, or even established any relationship, but from the perspective of the world, the man in front of him at this moment is his ex-wife.

He also felt that was right.

On the second night, they ate at the inn as usual. The atmosphere was good, and both of them drank too much.

With Nan Su's small amount of alcohol, his cheeks would turn red after two glasses, but he insisted, "One more drink!"

Somehow, Dianchen suddenly found him cute.

When he drank until late at night, he sent him back to the palace.

The two didn't call for a sedan chair, and the sound of "creaking" seemed very silent as they walked side by side.Dianchen looked at his slightly shaky steps, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold him.

On a practical level, this is their first time holding hands.

Nan Su raised his eyes to look at him, and Xiaoxue floated between them, covering the other's face hazyly.

The two stood for a long time, but there was still nothing to say.They were going to part in a few days, Dianchen looked at him, his eyes flickering, but he suddenly walked forward and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Nan Su: "..."

In fact, he still belongs to the traditional type of person, but at this moment, he suddenly leaned over and said in a low voice: "The gate of the Wangfu is closed, why don't I go to the inn to stay overnight?"

It was the first time for such a bold invitation. After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and clenched his fists.

Facing Dianchen, he has broken countless times, but it seems that he never gets a positive response.The man always seems to be a little distracted, and very occasionally, he even thinks it seems perfunctory.

Every time he thinks about it, he often wonders whether the memory that Gu Qiao gave him was fake, whether the man has ever been in love with him?But no one can ask him about such troubles, so he can only comfort himself: Isn't Dian Chen in his memory such a person?

However, tonight was obviously different.

Dianchen looked at him quietly, his eyes were unusually deep, and after taking a deep breath, he suddenly led him towards the inn.

With a "bang", the moment the door was closed, Dianchen pushed Nan Su against the door, hugged his waist, and slightly lowered his head to kiss him.

"Brother Six..."

The man's skills are superb, hot and deep, with unprecedented enthusiasm and dedication, Nan Su almost melted in this heat.

In the end, I don't know how it got out of hand. They were all a little drunk, and they walked all the way from the door to hug and kiss.

Both knew what was coming, and on a snowy, charcoal night, they would forge a groundbreaking new relationship.

The room was too quiet, both of them were panting heavily, when Nan Su's clothes were uncovered, Dian Chen's panting had moved from his lips to his cheeks, and his hands were on his chest.

But only touched it once, and then there was no movement.

Dian Chen stopped, looked down at the scar on Nan Su's chest, glanced at it, then frowned slightly, passed his hand over it, and leaned over to kiss the person under him again.

But Nan Su vaguely felt that the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and Dianchen's kiss was still lingering on his lips, however, the passion that was on the verge of breaking out quickly faded away.

Sure enough, not long after, Dianchen stopped suddenly, propped up his body and left him, and picked up the middle coat next to him.

The coldness hit, Nan Su was still panting, and could only stare at his profile in a daze.

After a while, he asked, "What's the matter, Sixth Brother?"

Dianchen seemed to have never heard of it, with a gloomy and stern expression on his face. After a while, the corner of his mouth smiled again: "It's nothing, I just feel sad when I see your scars, and I feel that the Dian family is very sorry for you."

Nan Su also half sat up, slowly pulled up his clothes, and said, "No need, I can go back to Qingyuan because of you, it's okay."

Dianchen: "Do you still remember why I sent you back to Qingyuan?"

Nan Su was startled, and then said: "Well, I know my brother loves me, I'm sorry, I shouldn't leave you alone in Jinling."

No, no, it's because we have a baby.

Nan Su was still talking, but Dianchen suddenly couldn't hear what he was saying.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that he was a counterfeit, and this feeling was so strong that it almost made his eyebrows twitch.

That scar is really bad.

He knew that from Nan Su's point of view, there was nothing wrong with taking Gu Qiao's memory over. If it were him, he would do the same.

But when Nan Su really stood in front of him in Gu Qiao's posture, he suddenly realized that all the things Nan Su took away belonged to him and Gu Qiao.

The person who blocked him at the door of the master bedroom was Gu Qiao...

The troublemaker who was kneeling in the Buddhist hall waiting for him to save him was called Gu Qiao...

The little crying bag who was drinking at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and scolding him madly is called Gu Qiao...

The idiot who wanted to take a concubine for him and ended up paying himself for it was Gu Qiao...

The bastard who stood up for him at the annual banquet but made him even more ashamed was called Gu Qiao...

The dandy who forced him to work for the dandy association at the gate of the city is called Gu Qiao...

Gu Qiao, Gu Qiao, Gu Qiao, all are Gu Qiao...

Under the cherry blossom tree, fireworks in the clock tower, want to eat grapes, old bastard, I won’t play with you anymore, why are you so fierce, I’m not afraid, no more dare, love you...

Love you.

Brother, I love you.

Dianchen suddenly became dizzy.

There are all kinds of sounds in his ears, buzzing incessantly, like the short-term deafness left by the heavy drums of the military camp, flowing dully from the eardrum...

The sound of "rusting" gradually increased, it was the sound of snow falling outside.

"Sixth brother?" Nan Su called him.

Dianchen stood up abruptly, fastened his belt, and then paused after a while, just staring blankly ahead, as if he didn't know where to go.

Nan Su asked, "Sixth brother, what's the matter?"

Dianchen was startled, and gradually slowed down his voice: "I forgot about Jiang Qing's letter. The military affairs in the Northland are heavy, so I'm leaving first." As he spoke, he put on his fur without waiting for an answer.

But it's late at night now.

Nan Su was stunned on the bed, he usually thought quickly and reacted quickly, but at this moment he was suddenly a little dazed, watching Dianchen walk out without looking back.

"Dianchen, stop!"

Nan Su suddenly realized, rushed to the door and shouted: "Who do you think I am?"

Dian Chen had already reached the stairs, turned around after hearing the words, and saw that Nan Su's eyes were already red and swollen, perhaps because of the tears, they looked darker and brighter.

Dianchen's heart softened suddenly.

In the past 18 years, it was this pair of eyes that accompanied him through countless sleepless nights. Until now, Dianchen still dare not say that he doesn't care about him at all.

But he couldn't swing anymore, because the only swing in his life made him completely lose track of the man, and he didn't even have time to give the rattle to their baby...

Nansu had never been wronged like this before, he just cried and asked over and over again: "Who do you think I am? Dianchen, who do you think I am?"

Dianchen looked at this man, at this obsession that he had been obsessed with for 18 years, took a deep breath, and finally said: "Ex-wife."

Ex-wife, in every sense of the word.