After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Chu Yitang said he wanted to worship the moon, heaven and earth, so he set the wedding date on the 15th.

In fact, I didn't have time to prepare anything, so I was in a hurry. I borrowed two ready-made clothes from the grandmother in the village. Lan Yu made the changes myself. He worked day and night, and not a single stitch or stitch was touched by anyone else's hands.

There was a wedding stand with red candles and two futons. Lan Yu tied his hair with the crabapple hairpin.

It was also the first time that Lan Yu saw him wearing red, a very bright color. When he stepped out of the room in the moonlight, Lan Yu was standing in the courtyard with a clear figure, holding red silk in his hand, looking at him from across the building.

The red dress and jade belt make the young man's face as handsome as a crown jade.

The moon on the fifteenth day is very round and beautiful, like a silver plate, with silvery light, hanging in the distant sky. On a square of red silk, two people hold hands, stand side by side, kowtow at the bottom of the moon, and worship the boundless heaven and earth.

When tying his hair, Chu Yitang smoothed off a strand of Lan Yu's hair on the temples and twisted it with copper scissors. According to the custom of Yuehuashan, this must be put away by his wife. He tied the two strands of hair with red silk and put them away. Enter the brocade bag.

This is the meaning of knotting hair, which means growing old together and spending a lifetime together.

Chu Yitang poured two cups of pear blossom wine in one hand and handed one cup to his hand. The two crossed their arms and drank up the wine in the cup, which meant combining wine.

When the wine enters the throat, the hair on the temples is cut, and the etiquette is complete.

Lan Yu was so drunk that he turned his head and coughed due to the alcohol. Chu Yitang smiled and patted his back to cheer him up, holding the brocade bag in his hand.

"Lanyu, do you still remember what you wrote to me when you gave me the hairpin?"

Lan Yu's eyes were slightly red, and he lowered his eyes to look at him. His gaze fell on his thin white fingers. There was a slender red rope wrapped around them, which was particularly eye-catching.

How could he not remember.

It was a token that he had prepared long ago in order to propose marriage to him.

He gently held Chu Yitang's hand, tenderly, then lowered his head and kissed his fingertips, whispering: "Remember."

"I would like to marry you as husband and wife, with no doubt of our love."

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Lan Yu was not good at music, and Chu Yitang had been teaching him step by step for so long, but he could only play the first piece.

He held the pipa and plucked the strings, adjusting the sound. The pipa was ancient and clumsy, and had a very different texture in his hand, dark and dark.

This pipa was left to Chu Yitang by Jin Yuan. After Jin Yuan died, he left the pipa here and never played it again.

The moon was bright and clear, slender fingers plucked the string body, locust flowers were flying outside the courtyard, and one of them fell on the snow-white sword body, split into two in an instant, and floated to the ground.

The song Chu Yitang played for him for the first time was called Weak Water.

There is a beautiful woman standing in the middle of the water, with wide sleeves carrying the wind. Chu Yitang is dressed in red, with a clear figure. He holds a sword and passes through the flowers in the plain white. The sword blade is slender, and the falling flowers are scattered all over the ground.

The light and shadow are mottled, each move is like the wind blowing back to the snow, the petals are traced back, the ground wiped is white, the sound of music is plucked from the fingertips, flowing through the tip of the sword, the sound of the piano is tossed, rising and falling with the flying sleeves, red The clothes are gorgeous, the mountains and rivers are the perfect match, and the green hair is blowing like the wind. The sight is so stunning that it will never be forgotten.

The sound of the piano stopped, and the tip of the sword hung in the air.

Lan Yu hugged Qin and looked at him through the fallen flowers in the courtyard. Chu Yitang turned around and sheathed his sword. His facial features looked amazingly beautiful under the moonlight. He put his arms around Lan Yu's neck and asked him:

"is it beautiful?"

Lan Yu smiled and kissed the tip of his nose in this posture. His eyebrows were flushed and he could smell the faint fragrance in the wind.

"Beautiful, really beautiful."

Chu Yitang stretched out his fingers and touched his eyebrows and eyes. He was very nostalgic and copied inch by inch. He wanted to see every place a thousand times. His eyes were red, but he did not let the tears fall.

He said.

"Lanyu, you have to remember me, okay? Don't forget me."

He leaned in his arms and talked to him, his tone was low, as if he was discussing, but it also sounded like he was crying. He suppressed all the crying in his throat, but it still leaked out uncontrollably, and the ending notes were all It's trembling.

Lan Yu hugged him, he was so pale, he pressed his forehead and said softly: "A Tang, you also have to remember me, okay."

"You can't lie to others, otherwise I won't be able to find you."

Chu Yitang held the brocade bag so tightly, letting tears well up on his face. He couldn't let go of it. He couldn't let go of Lan Yu. He couldn't let go of Lan Yu, who had spent everything he had to get.

But he had to go, he had to be left here alone.

He rested his head on his chest and held Lan Yu's cold hand. His voice was too hoarse to look like, but he seemed to be speaking to himself.

"I have been thinking, if one day we get married, will we live like this? In Yuehua Mountain, no one will disturb us, we will work when the sun rises and breathe when the sun goes down. What a wonderful life it will be... "

Listening to his words, Lan Yu felt that the blood all over his body was cold, so cold that it hurt his heart. He opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound, so he could only hug him tightly. It's so tight that I wish I could blend into my own flesh and blood and never be separated again.

Chu Yitang brushed his hair away from his face, his eyes were filled with the pain of not getting what he wanted. He looked at him momentarily. If he looked at him for a moment longer, he might be less regretful.

"Lanyu, my life has not been very good. After my mother left, no one loved me. I have always been alone."

When he said this, there was not much sadness, but it still made Lan Yu miserable.

"But baby, meeting you is the best arrangement for me. I am very satisfied."

Tears fell down and his voice gradually became choked.

"Thank you, Lan Yu, thank you for loving me so much. I really, really don't want to, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what are you going to do, Lan Yu, what are you going to do..."

Lan Yu wiped away those bitter tears for him. He shook his head and stroked his long hair. He wanted to tell him that in fact, nothing mattered. He didn't blame him at all. Being able to spend this time with him was also a blessing. His best arrangement.

"Ah Tang, don't say you're sorry, okay? I love you, so don't say you're sorry to me."

"It's not your fault, Ah Tang, it's not your fault."

He repeated it over and over again, telling him that it was not his fault, that his Ah Tang was already living a very hard life, and he did not want him to be so tired. If possible, he would rather suffer a little more for him and bear more suffering.

But it was too late.

That's too late.

The outcome has been decided, fate has its way.