Dark Marriage: Sleeping with Ghosts

"fine"

Wang Lin looked at herself in the mirror, as if she had lupus erythematosus, her face was red all over the place, she knew her skin was always sensitive, sometimes it would turn red when she used the wrong facial cleanser, "it will disappear soon"

Wang Lin gently grasped the hand of the old woman who was trembling with anger, and smiled at the old woman whose face turned pale with fright, "I can cover it with more powder later."

Next, the old woman applied powder, traced eyebrows, and rouge to Wang Lin. The old lady stared at the side with a dark face all the time. .

Taking advantage of Wang Lin's appetite, the mother turned around and scooped up a bowl of soup, "Drink the ginseng soup, the time is still long."

"Thank you." Wang Lin took the bowl and finished it in a few sips.

"Swallow slowly," the old woman said with a tone of hatred for iron and steel, and scooped up some more from the bowl, "Drink more, so as not to be overwhelmed"

This time Wang Lin swallowed obediently and slowly, and the old lady wiped off the saliva on her lips after she finished drinking.

After putting on the makeup for her, the red marks on her face were almost invisible. The old lady looked at her sullen face and nodded slightly. The old lady was relieved, bowed and retreated as if fleeing.

Next was brushing her hair, more than makeup.

I heard that an old woman with a very good life picked up her hair and sang a song. Wang Lin couldn't understand and didn't know what she was singing. She couldn't help but feel that the picture was a little funny. She glanced at the old woman combing her hair seriously, and seeing that the combing was almost done, she took out the red cloth bag from before.

Isn't this a bride price for her?

The old woman picked up a comb and used hair ear protectors to comb her temples, and then picked up the flower hairpins in the cloth bag and put them on her temples on both sides. Wang Lin looked at the old lady with a puzzled expression.

The old lady was lowering her head to adjust her wedding dress and didn't see her eyes, but she tilted her head to comb the old woman's hair and almost inserted the gold flower in the hand of the old woman, and broke her head back.

After combing her hair, the old lady stepped back, Wang Lin looked at herself in the mirror, and shook her head lightly, the tassels jingled by her ears, not as fancy as she thought.

A bun by the ear, golden tassels are worn on the topknot, and some flower hairpins are inserted, and a row of slender golden tassels hang down from the black hair at the back and waist.

She didn't expect to be so beautiful.

The old woman helped her stand up, changed her into a red wedding dress, and put on red embroidered shoes for her. After she was dressed, Wang Lin walked to the bronze mirror.

Looking at the person in the mirror, Wang Lin suddenly burst into tears without warning.

"Miss, madam!" The old lady's voice almost hangs, frantically looking for a handkerchief to wipe her tears, "It's okay, it's okay, it's going to take..."

"Don't brides cry before they get married?" Wang Lin tried her best to smile.

The old lady stopped wiping her tears, looked at her, she didn't know what she was thinking, she lowered her head and silently put on the gold bracelet, earrings and gold lock, packed up the remaining jewels in the cloth bag, and left the room. And closed the door for her.

After the old lady went out, she looked at herself dressed in a wedding dress in the mirror, and let her tears flow quietly.

This is her wedding.

She also imagined what she would look like when she got married, with relatives and friends gathered together, sweet and joyful, brimming with happiness.

It's not like a wedding, those people are watching, she's just a tool.

But this is a wedding again, her wedding to that girl.

Unknowingly, she sat until dusk, the western sky shone with red clouds, and the green tiles and green leaves in the courtyard seemed to be glowing with brilliance.

Hearing the sound of firecrackers getting closer and closer, the old lady brought the old lady who had been dressing her up to touch up her makeup. The room was dark, and the old lady lit two red candles.

The sound of firecrackers was already approaching the entrance of the small courtyard. The old lady covered her with a red hood, and her vision was suddenly red. When she lowered her eyes, she could only see the embroidered shoes on her feet. The old lady supported her hand and led her out of the house and out of the courtyard.

Walking to the gate of the courtyard, as the gate of the small courtyard was opened, a series of deafening firecrackers sounded immediately, mixed with the sound of gongs, drums and suona.

The old woman who was supporting her stepped back, and her hand was handed over to another warm and delicate wrist.

This man led her forward, and when she took the first step, she saw that what she was stepping on was not the Qingshiban but the red felt mat.

She could feel that there were many people following her around, but she could only hear the sound of suona and footsteps, but she couldn't see it. The silence amidst the bustle made her feel a little bit of fear slowly.

"Lin"

A familiar voice, gentle and smiling as if trying to confuse someone, Wang Lin raised her head in surprise, grasped her hands unconsciously, and said in a hoarse voice, "Zhuo Yan?!"

"Hush," Zhao Zhuoyan's voice was so low that only the two of them could hear, "Everyone here is watching us,"

Wang Lin nodded lightly, Zhao Zhuoyan patted her hand on her wrist, and said in a leisurely tone as if she was talking to herself, "I didn't expect that it would be me to pick up the bride"

Wang Lin heard it, bowed her head in silence, and looked at the seemingly endless red felt mats under her feet.

This road was full of suona, but it was deserted. Looking at the lobby full of people in front of him, Zhao Zhuoyan did not look sideways, and whispered to Wang Lin beside him with a smile, "Wait for me at night, be careful..."

"The newcomer has arrived—" Before she could finish her sentence, the head host in the lobby shouted.

Zhao Zhuoyan sent Wang Lin into the lobby, then withdrew her hand and stepped aside. Under the red hijab, Wang Lin could see rows of shoes and clothes on both sides of the lobby, as well as a pair of purple embroidered shoes in front of her. She listened to the voice of the host and mentioned The skirt kneels on the futon.

"The newlyweds kneel down to the ground"

A one-man wedding.

"The newcomer kneels twice to the ancestors of the Zhao family"

This wedding was just a matter between her and Zhao Xining, Zhao Xining was not around, and she was the only one.

"Newcomers kneel three times"

If they don't do these people's affairs, they just watch with cold eyes. Why do these outsiders want to get involved, but she, as a party involved, can only be manipulated by others.

"Li Cheng—" The lingering sound hovered above everyone's heads.

Suddenly, a wave of unwillingness and resentment popped up from nowhere in her heart and stuck in her heart, making her have the urge to tear off the red hijab, leave behind the crowd who didn't know what to say, and take Zhao Xining to leave this ghostly place.

Reason made her kneel quietly in front of the old lady, offering a cup of tea with both hands.

With a light touch on her hand, she put it down, only to hear an inaudible sound of the cup lid touching the teacup, and then she heard the woman sitting in front of her say, "From now on, you will be born as Ning'er's person, and you will die when you die." It's Ning'er's ghost, please support Ning'er in managing the house."

As she spoke, she motioned for a servant to bring a small dark red carved wooden box to her. Wang Lin took it with both hands, lowered her head and said respectfully, "Daughter-in-law, remember your mother's teachings."