marrying a concubine

Liusu quietly looked at the man at the other end of the red line. He sat quietly in a luxurious wheelchair. is a blasphemy against him.The peach blossoms around me are blooming, and the falling petals are colorful.Behind him, a round of red sun, so magnificent, refracted a dusty silhouette.

The man also seemed surprised that the person on the marriage line would be her.

Standing in the middle of the arch bridge, the light shirt is flowing, the black hair is flying, and the elegant smile is like a daisy in bud. It is light and clear, not luxurious, but very special.

He has seen countless beauties in his life, but he has never seen a woman with such clear eyes and such refined temperament, the only woman who can be called elegant.

Liusu slowly approached him, and suddenly helped Hongxian's index finger mischievously, and said with a light smile, "I didn't expect it to be you, remember me?"

do you remember?

He has a good memory, how could he not remember.

The man in snow looked at her slender fingers, then lowered his head to look at his fingers wrapped around the red thread, raised them up, and smiled slightly, "What a coincidence."

"Is the young master praying at Xiangguo Temple?"

"At this time of year, I will stay at Xiangguo Temple for a few days." The man in snow clothes said lightly, untied the red thread calmly, played with it carefully, and raised his eyes and asked, "Why did the girl appear here?"

Liusu smiled faintly, "It's just acting with someone."

The red rope between the two is horizontal, like the red thread of Yue Lao, persistently pulling them together.

"A play is like life, and life is like a play. Who is not acting in a person's life? The girl seems to be a free and easy person, and she should understand the truth." The red thread fell to the ground as if nothing had happened, and she was the only one left playing with it. This slight movement, seemingly inadvertent, already contained a taste of abandonment.

"What's scary is that if an actor enters a play, wouldn't it be sad?" Liusu smiled indifferently, and asked softly, looking at the red rope on the ground, with a calm expression on his face.

"Since you are acting, you have to be involved in it. Only by deceiving yourself can you deceive others. Why is it so sad?" Mr. Xueyi said with a slight smile.

Liusu was taken aback, "It's true, after all, I was too persistent."

Young Master Xue Yi's eyes flicked to the brilliant peach blossoms, and his heart moved slightly. The two times they met, both when the peach blossoms were brilliant, she and him were really destined.

Tassel rolled up the red thread and put it in the palm of his hand, "Do you believe the legend of marriage in Xiangguo Temple?"

"The girl said marriage?"

Liusu nodded, the young man in snow clothes sat quietly in the wheelchair, his face was like water, as calm as the surface of a lake in March, the cinnabar between his brows became more and more desolate and vivid amidst the peach color, his voice was slightly self-deprecating, "In the next life Poor fortune, shallow relationship with people, marriage? I don’t see it lightly, but I don’t believe it, my fate is up to me!”

His voice is so flat, but there is a kind of domineering that cannot be ignored revealed from the penetrating eyes, forming a strong air current around him, making people feel awe and admiration involuntarily.At that moment, Liusu seemed to see a persevering, resolute and unyielding soul.

This man has a mutilated body, but he has the most resolute will. His slender shoulders seem to carry the whole world, soft but strong, and his every move reveals dignity and arrogance.

Good sentence, my fate is up to me!