too affectionate

Chapter 290

It was only then that Wanyan realized that the usually bare stone railings of the river had been covered with ribbons made of fluttering red ropes.

Seen from a distance, the entire row of gorgeous and elegant streamers is like a torch, lighting up the entire river and warming the three-foot-frozen water surface.

In the few seconds Wanyan watched, several couples from far and near joined hands to tie the streamer.

Wanyan had never seen such a battle before, standing by the stone railing, she casually touched the red ribbon beside her with some strangeness.At this moment, an old man with red ribbons on his hands, arms, and even the belt around his waist squeezed close to Wanyan's side. He asked in a tone of voice: "Miss, buy a piece of red silk. The fireworks festival is about to start. If you don't buy it, it will be too late."

Wanyan saw that the red ribbon in the old man's hand was the same as the one hanging on the stone railing, so she asked a little strangely: "Master, what did you buy this red ribbon for?"

When the uncle heard this, he couldn't help showing an expression of "what's the matter? Why don't you even know about this", but he immediately restrained himself and replied seriously: "This lover is here on the Holy Xuan Festival. Wearing red silk at night is a centuries-old custom. As long as you tie the red silk with your sweetheart before the fireworks are lit, you can get the blessing of the Holy One and bless your love. Stronger than gold, unswerving until death."

"Ah...so that's the case..." Wanyan nodded and said absent-mindedly.

It turns out that the sky is not old, love is inevitable, and the heart is like a double silk screen, with thousands of knots in it.

At this moment, another couple, arm in arm, hurriedly squeezed in from Wanyan's side. They looked at each other, talked and smiled, and held plain hands together, hanging a piece of red silk on the stone railing. The continuous flame added a torch.

Wanyan looked at the affectionate man and the smiling woman in front of her, whispered in a low voice after tying up the red silk, although she couldn't hear what they were saying, but just thinking about it, Wanyan could think of how affectionate they were Cotton and thick in the agreement to stay together for life.

very nice.Wanyan thought to herself, feeling sincerely.

It must be someone who loves each other very much who is willing to make such a wish. In a word, one person is locked for a lifetime.

Wanyan glanced at them lightly with good intentions, then lowered her head lightly, leaving all the space in the world to them, without disturbing them with erratic eyes.

Seeing that Wanyan's expression showed no interest, the old man selling red silk walked away tactfully, and his voice of selling red silk to other people could be heard from a distance.

When she lowered her head and waited boredly for the fireworks to bloom, Wanyan's bored little hand inadvertently rested lightly on a piece of red silk.

In the center of Wanyan's white and smooth palm, the soft red silk is lingering obediently, like a red river flowing through the snow, and it is full of stars illuminated by lights.

At this moment, the loss that had been suppressed in Wanyan's heart for a whole night burst again, flowing out along the red silk, into Wanyan's eyes, and into her heart.

Although Wanyan told herself time and time again that compared to previous years, she was almost imprisoned in a high wall of gloom, completely cut off from the smoke and fire in the world and the joy shared by the world. This year, she is already too happy, So happy that she should be content.

Keren may be such an existence who can never be satisfied and always pursues what he wants. Wanyan did get it at this moment, but she wants more.

She wanted the Heng Li to be here too, to share the prosperity with her, and to tie the red silk with her.

Wanyan never asks for earth-shattering love, earth-shattering love, she just wants the most ordinary, the most ordinary kind of companionship, so that she will not be alone, lost, and full of lovesickness at such a loving moment. .

Although Wanyan also knew in her heart that the red silk was just a beautiful gimmick, in fact it would not have any effect, otherwise why would there be red sparks stretching along the river, and the heaven and earth are full of good wishes, but the love in the world is not How heartbroken and dead.

But in the relationship, there are so many truths and falsehoods. As long as you have the determination and courage to spend a lifetime with the person you are with at this moment, and you are willing to change my heart and your heart, it will end hastily in the future, but the process will eventually be the same. It's worth looking back on.

However, Wanyan doesn't know where Heng Li is at the end of the world, and she doesn't know why they have been separated for such a long time. The lovesickness can't urge Heng Li to stop being so stingy with her pen and ink.

And the next Holy Xuan Festival will be one year later.

Wanyan usually laments that time flies like an arrow, laments that time goes by quickly, and feels that she seems to be unsure, and she has left on her own initiative over the years, so that her relatives do not recognize her.

But in the relationship, Wanyan felt that time was too long a process.

Not only is it long, but it is also impermanent. Various changes may occur in a month or a day, not to mention a year.

Just because the human mind is like this, extremely impermanent.

Hey……

Wanyan's fingers gently wrapped around the red silk, and she sighed softly in her heart, forming a haze in the midst of joy and joy, secretly thinking in her heart: the ancestors wrote lovesickness, mostly with poignant words, there is a way to enter my lovesickness door , I know that lovesickness is bitter, and when there is a limit in the world, there is only endless lovesickness, and the beauty of love and truth is refreshing.

However, I, Xuan Wanyan, am a fool in the end. Only when I know lovesickness, I hurt lovesickness. I only know that after all, lovesickness is not as good as meeting each other, and poignant beauty is not as touching as gentle beauty.

However, just when Wanyan was secretly disappointed, the old man who sold the red silk just now saw that Wanyan had been looking at the red silk on the stone railing with longing eyes, thinking that she wanted to buy it, and immediately forced him with extremely blind eyes. He leaned over and asked even more obsequiously: "Miss, I see that you have been touching that red silk all the time, why don't you just buy one, it will be the fireworks festival soon, if you don't buy any more, it will be too late!"

The old man said very temptingly that he wanted to earn one if he sold more than one before the fireworks festival started.

However, Wanyan didn't seem to be tempted at all, she let go of her hand lightly, and the red silk in the center of her palm slid down softly.

"Thank you, grandpa." Wanyan smiled and shook her head, "I really don't need..."

"Two, it's troublesome."

Just when Wanyan had refused to speak, the conversation was cut off by a voice.

! ! !This voice! ! !

This voice, Wanyan couldn't be more familiar with, almost appeared in her every good sleep dream.

This voice was cold, harsh, and repulsive, but it also had a bit of casual humility and casualness.

As soon as the voice rang in her ears, it immediately flowed into her heart along her veins, overflowing into her mind, scorching all the way, taking away all the warmth from her limbs.

Appearing with this voice was a figure flashing out from Wanyan's side, standing obliquely in front of her, tall and straight like a jade tree facing the wind, even the contours were angular, dividing the gloomy twilight into two halves.

The appearance of the figure blocked most of the light, only a few rays of afterglow leaked from the top of his head and sprinkled on Wanyan's body.

But it was those few rays of light that lit up Wanyan's whole world, making this gloomy night bright.

(End of this chapter)