Black Lotus Tactics Manual

There are twice as many candles in the room as usual. The desk, bed and even the corners are all rows of red wedding candles. The light in the room is dyed together, almost dizzying.

The tent was changed to a beautiful red, Ling Miaomiao sat motionlessly on the bed, the skirt was spread on the ground in an exaggerated manner, and it seemed that she was like a small ball of huge petals.

She was not wet at all in this rain.

Mu Sheng changed his wet clothes before returning to the house, wiping off half of the candles along the road with his sleeves.

The room suddenly dimmed, only the circle around the bride was bright, and the dim light shone on the dark red satin, showing a warm luster.

His finger lifted the hijab, revealing the girl's face with red makeup.

The color on the lips faded a little, but the aggressive beauty disappeared. Her eyes were bright, the eyes and cheeks were intoxicating crimson, and a string of brilliant beads fell on the flower, like a delicate flower. The peach blossom became fine.

The teenager looked at her face for a long time. For a long time, a cold and contented smile appeared in the eyes: "Do you know how long I waited on this day?"

"..."

He spun around, slowly sat next to her, took her finger, put it on her lips and kissed, almost begging: "Miao Miao, call me okay."

She looked at him, but kept silent, sitting next to him like a wood man.

He couldn't wait for a response, sighed darkly, his eyes dark and dark, looking at her confused and complicated.

For a long while, he lowered his eyelashes and slowly untied the lace of her big cloak. The wide sleeves of pale color fell from behind, wearing an apricot jacket inside.

His movements paused, his mouth slightly warped, seemingly taunting, and said to himself: "I still can't remember freezing."

Ling Miaomiao was still wearing a big cloak off her sleeve, looking down at her jacket, without any action.

He then unbuttoned her little jacket and took the jacket off her shoulder. Inside was a pure white silk skirt with two delicate silver thread chrysanthemums embroidered on both shoulders.

Ling Miaomiao doesn't like to wear heavy middle-aged clothes at all. When she is away from home, she wears summer jackets all the year round. I don't know where I learned it.

The skirt of Jiangnan's daughter's house, the upper jacket is always very thin, almost revealing white shoulders and arms.

"I am ... are you not afraid?" He pinched her jaw and looked at her.

The girl looked stunned, just because she was too thin, she suddenly shivered, and the beads on her head swayed from side to side.

He seemed to be intolerable any more, a circle of arms pressed the man hard into his arms, his right hand lifted the delicate string of beads on her head, and lowered her eyebrows and kissed her delicate forehead.

The kiss stayed for an extremely long time, so long that his lips went from hot to cold, and Ling Miaomiao suspected that he was going to sleep past her forehead.

Immediately, he released his hand, pulled the quilt to tuck her in, and raised his hand to wipe out all the candles.

There was only moonlight in the darkness, and he gathered himself in the darkness.

Ling Miaomiao had already described lying down in a distorted manner. He still maintained a sitting posture, which was quite tight, no different from his usual sitting posture under the tree with his eyes open and sleeping. Moonlight freezes into ice.

Thunderstorms were added outside the window, and the rain and the rain squeaked against the window.

He looked up at the reddish tent and waited for dawn with confusion.

This is mixed with poisonous sweetness, really only seven days. Seven days is too short to pass in a blink of an eye.

After dawn, will it be a break or a grudge?

All in all, he received all according to the bill, which he owed her.

It is just impossible to let go.

Thin fingers tentatively touched and touched his leg, as if a worm was crawling, for a while, her chin came up on the pillow. He was sitting like a frozen man, suddenly feeling a little.

The girl blinked in the dark and her voice was crisp: "Are you still asleep?"

"..." He lowered his head suddenly, Ling Miaomiao also sat up and stared at him. Under the moonlight, her eyes were clear, and the light of ridicule flashed unabashedly.

"Miao Miao ..." The young boy's eyes froze for a moment, reaching for her face, and she leaned her head away, her eyes like a sharp sword.

He suddenly froze, feeling that he was flooded with ice water from beginning to end.

-Did you wake up early? still is……

She sneered and looked at him for a long while, with a huge sarcasm in her smile: "You like to listen to me saying" I like childhood ", how many times do I tell you?"

His face was suddenly pale, two pills of Hitomiru were dark and moist, and the whole figure was a soap bubble that burst with a poke.

She ... woke long ago.

The humiliation, control, and confinement of these days are all in front of her. All his vile, unbearable, and inferior are completely exposed to her ...

His fingers began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

At this moment, the original situation turned upside down.

On the basis of his decline, he was defeated again.

Ling Miaomiao saw that he had solidified into a photo, his eyes were exhausted, his wet black eyes were full of panic, and fragile as a paper man, holding his breath for seven days, he couldn't bear to ridicule anymore.

She completely took off the big cloak and jacket from her arm, threw it aside, and quickly got into the warm quilt.

No ... no fear of him ...

Mu Sheng finally reluctantly pulled back his mind in a thousand heads, he sat still, a shudder of joy climbed into his heart, his long eyelashes tremble, and he seemed to be unsure: "You ... willing to marry me ... "

"Don't think too much." Miao Miao interrupted, removing the heavy head and face from the temple hair, and laid it on again, pillowing her hair down, turning her head toward him, and her eyes shining: "When you die, I Just marry Brother Liu. "

It seemed as if a pot of cold water had been poured over his face, and the teenager's complexion changed, his body trembling slightly.

"So," her eyelashes twitched slightly, and she closed a little sleepily, her tone of voice brittle, but she couldn't tell whether it was irony or serious advice, "You'd better spare your life and don't die."

"..." The brain was completely messed up.

"Also, you will sleep on the ground tomorrow."

He was silent for a few seconds, his dark eyes stared at her pink face without blinking, and finally extracted the keyword from the confusion: "What about today?"

She did not commit suicide, did not leave, did not rest, did not even quarrel, she had completely destroyed the defensive wall he had finally built.

Fortunately, it was like a drowning person who suddenly took a big breath of air in his lungs, and could not tell whether it was a mirage.

Ling Miaomiao snorted, turned her back to him, and the soft long hair was lying on the bed, a little sleepy, and the voice languished: "If it is today, it will be one night."

He pulled away the quilt and lay silently. When he was close to her, his heartbeat began to be disordered.

Her white neck was close at hand. He quietly picked up a strand of hair lying on the bed, brushing it secretly in his hand, and sniffing at the tip of his nose, his eyes slightly blurred. The fragrance of gardenia covered her entire tent.

He finally calmed down, his brain was cold, but his heart was boiling silently.

Fresh and real she.

Makes him ... the heart doesn't belong, and cowardly approaches.

The sun is empty.

Ling Miaomiao couldn't help yawning while sitting at the dressing table.

On the wedding night, the black lotus played her hair in silence behind her all night, causing her to go up and down, and she couldn't sleep well.

Therefore, when she saw him appear in the mirror, she held her face angrily and looked out the window.

The leaves of the large branches were washed by the rain, and the green was dripping, and the dense tree crown was outside the second floor window, like a green cloud.

Mu Sheng looked at the girl lying on the dressing table. Her hair was always **** with two upturned buns. She was smart and charming. He rarely saw her look in front of her hair. The soft chestnut hair fell down and some fell. On both cheeks, the rest hangs on the back, revealing white jade-like ear tips, which makes her particularly clever and supple.

He walked behind her, picked up the comb and touched her hair, Ling Miaomiao tightened her back instantly, staring at him: "What are you doing?"

The teenager pursed his lips, and there was a trace of grievances in his black eyes: "Comb your hair."

"I'm not without hands myself ..." She saw his momentary lowness in the mirror, stopped abruptly, waved her hand, "Okay, comb it."

His pale hand squeezed the oak comb from top to bottom, her hair held in his palm, smooth and soft, and he caressed it for a while with nostalgia, and then dipped the comb on the makeup table.

Ling Miaomiao blocked his arm and saw her shaking eyelashes from behind: "You have too much stain."

"Is it?"

"Look," Ling Miaomiao raised her chin, and looked at the half of the poor bottle of water for her hair, "This bottle is almost used up by you."

He watched Ling Miaomiao hold his hand and took the handkerchief to carefully wipe off the excess hair on the comb. The movement was soft and soft, and he couldn't help but suddenly leaned over to encircle her, resting his chin on her hair .

"... just comb your hair, what's the matter?" Ling Miaomiao's movements froze, and he quickly took his elbow against him. "Get up."

He stood up reluctantly, as if he had never reached his meaning: "Good fragrance."

Ling Miaomiao glanced at him from the mirror: "Scent? You said that this smells a lot of nausea. In order not to nausea, let's smell less."

"..." The boy's eyes flicked and he said nothing, and continued to comb her long hair with her lips, and there seemed to be some restrained grievances on her face.

Ling Miaomiao wiped the flowers on her head with a damp cloth. Due to limited conditions, the wedding was shabby. This forehead flower was not posted, but she used a pen to describe it on her own.

"That's right." Her black and white eyes blinked, looking at the mirror intently, wiping while saying, "Don't kiss this in the future, this is cinnabar, and I was poisoned."

"..." His movements came suddenly, his drooping eyelashes trembling.

After hearing him for a while, Ling Miaomiao raised her eyes, and suddenly found that his ears were flushed.

Marriage is just a small matter in life for catching demon. A few days later, the two teams waved goodbye and each went to their destination.

Both Taicang and Wufang Township need to travel south. The lack of Liu Fuyi's protagonist group, and Ling Miaomiao's maiden delegation, thus have a common route.

Before leaving the boat, the aunt took hold of Miao Miao's hand and quickly spoke all the way to female morality and women's training. Ling Miao Miao ran silently while listening, listening to her from time to time.

"In my opinion, we don't need these wonderfully."

Aunt Cousin dismissed the previous sentence, held her intimately, and looked back at the sound of admiration standing on the deck. The satisfaction in her eyes overflowed with words.

Mu Sheng's black robe horns fluttered in the violent wind. The fog on the river enveloped his back. The boy on the bow stood in the fog, and the flat white appeared a little slender.

"You are not married to ordinary people, Miao Miao." She patted her hand exaggeratedly, "After you get married, you will have fun, and you can walk around vigorously-the woman is married and has a child, so she is short of parents. When you live, no one is like you, more free than when you were a girl. "

Her tone was admired, and there was a little wet tears in the corners of her eyes, "It is most important to live happily. The child is not in a hurry to ask, and the family is not in a hurry, follow the aunt to see the world outside, how good, like us This group of people will live in the small yard for the rest of their lives. "

Listening to her, it seemed to put all her fascination on Miaomiao.

Uncle Cousin was watching, the frequency of twisting his whiskers was getting higher and higher, and finally he couldn't help but sullenly said: "Doo! Don't say, teach the children badly ... as if you marry me and feel wronged."

Aunt Colin gave him a glance, looked at him, and put her arms on her hips. "You weren't as good as New Grandpa Sanfenjun. I would marry you, wouldn't I be wronged?"

The two twitched their mouths skillfully and pulled into the cabin.

Auntie was arguing in the quarrel, and seized the opportunity to shout from afar: "Miao Miao, remember to bring your aunt home to your dad to see--"

"Hey." Ling Miaomiao stood on the side of the cabin, clutching her luggage in her arms, beckoning and beckoning, and finally told Ayi, "Go back and tell Dad, when we come back from Wufang Town, we will go back and see him . "

A Yi listened, his expression a little bit reluctant: "Got it."

Mu Sheng came over and stood beside her, looking at her: "Get off the boat."

The big boat stopped in Wufang Town, and the thick fog came across. The whole town seemed to be on the water, and the pier saw thick fog and no silhouette.

The long-lasting fog and the vast water vapor make it always seem to have a half-dream half-waking misty feeling here.

Ling Miaomiao looked at Mu Sheng's dark and moist eyes and instantly understood where his wet eyes had come.

Leaving aside the genes given by the parents, after all, one side is nourishing the other.

"Give me the luggage." The teenager looked down at her with a low eyebrow, and stretched out his hand, even softly begging in his tone.

Ling Miaomiao stuffed him with the parcel, lifted her skirt and followed him off the boat.

His spine was tight, with the vigilance and alertness of the stranger who had just arrived, only the bright hair band on his high hair seemed to relax very much and was lazy and swayed by the wind.

Ling Miaomiao sighed slightly.

Childhood, do n’t you know yet

This is actually your hometown.

(End of Volume III)

Volume Four: Wufang Town