The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

Extra Story Marriage (1)

first day of march

In early spring, the wind is no longer harsh, and the little flowers and grasses in Changxiao Palace are struggling to grow as if grasping their vitality.

The acacia tree in the yard has gone through another year, waiting for its flowering period with luxuriant branches.Every time Gu Zhizhou passed by, he had to say a few words, saying that it was a pity that the acacia blossoms were not in time when he left. This wait is 800 years, and he can't miss it this time.

Sitting on the stone table in front of the yard were two figures, one big and one small, the young one was Xiaodouzi who was learning to write, and the two little Jiujiu, who were wearing Fu Ziqiu's comb, were wearing newly made flowery skirts, holding a brush in their hands, Frowning and sketching blindly on the paper.

Sitting next to her was Gu Zhizhou.

Gu Zhizhou is wearing a navy blue gown today. The collar of the shirt is woven with a wave pattern with white thread, and a white crane is embroidered on the hem.The hair is also rarely tied into a ponytail, fixed with a silver ring, clean and neat, as if turning back to the boy who danced a sword on Xuyu Peak 100 years ago.

"Brother Zhou," Xiaodouzi pushed the paper towards Gu Zhizhou, "Is what I wrote right?"

Gu Zhizhou sat upright, holding the paper in one hand and writing in the other, with his back straight and straight.Hearing this, he tilted his head slightly and glanced at it, making sure that he didn't see what the girl wrote for a long time.

"That's not how it was written." Gu Zhizhou leaned over, drew a word "Dou" on the paper with a few strokes, and said a little seriously: "Continue to draw."

After speaking, he turned back, ignoring Xiaodouzi's eyes of resistance.

There were two stacks of papers on the table, the red ones, and Gu Zhizhou put them aside to dry after finishing writing one, occupying most of the table.

Xiaodouzi couldn't sit still, put down the pen, poked his head out from between Gu Zhizhou's arms, pouted his buttocks into his arms, and sat on his lap with ease: "Brother Zhou, I also want to write on red paper."

Gu Zhizhou was disturbed, ink fell from the nib of the pen, and a good piece of paper was ruined.He sighed, hugged Dou Zi's belly, and lifted him up.The paper was placed in front of him, and the pen was stuffed into his small hand. Gu Zhizhou wrapped Xiaodouzi's palm and wrote slowly, stroke by stroke.

Xiaodouzi couldn't read all the characters, and he didn't know how to write much, but he felt that Gu Zhizhou's writing was very complicated: "Brother Zhou, what kind of word is this, it's so difficult."

"Hi." Gu Zhizhou said softly, "Hi, I like it."

"Ah." Xiaodouzi, who was a little ghost, was suddenly deep: "There are too many strokes! No wonder everyone says it's hard to like someone!"

"..."

Gu Zhizhou rubbed the back of Xiaodouzi's head, feeling that writing is really difficult for a three-year-old child, so he simply drew a heart on the paper: "This is not difficult."

Xiaodouzi's eyes brightened: "Brother Zhou, is this also a favorite?"

"Hmm..." Gu Zhizhou squinted his eyes and thought for a while, before coming up with a more accurate word: "It's love."

"Love?" Xiaodouzi turned his face away, blinking at Gu Zhizhou with ignorant eyes.

Gu Zhizhou explained: "Because there is love, there is Xiaodouzi."

Xiaodouzi nodded half-understood, slipped off Gu Zhizhou's body, sat with a piece of paper and drew gourds.Children are not very good at drawing, there are crooked lines everywhere.

Suddenly, Xiaodouzi let out a "ha".

"Just like Brother Zhou and Brother Ziqiu, right?"

Just at this time, a fiery red figure came from the other end of the corridor.

Fu Ziqiu appeared in front of them with two plates of exquisite snacks, the sweet aroma wafted over, and the crispy and numbness went straight to the bottom of his heart.

"What are you talking about?"

Gu Zhizhou rolled his eyes with a smile, and whispered to Xiaodouzi: "Yes."

Fu Ziqiu collected the paper that had spread out on the table, and put the snacks on it.

"How's the writing going?" He bent down behind Gu Zhizhou, looked down through his shoulders, put his face against his ears, and rubbed against his ears.

Gu Zhizhou spread out the paper and pointed to the stack in front of him: "It's written here, take a look."

Fu Ziqiu flipped open a sheet casually, and saw two bronzing small seal characters—the wedding invitation.

My heart felt like being patted by a cat's paw, I didn't even have time to read the following words, the warmth had already arrived quietly.

Fu Ziqiu tilted his head and kissed Gu Zhizhou's exposed ear tip, and said softly, "It's so pretty."

Gu Zhizhou was embarrassed, and elbowed him: "The child is here, be careful."

Fu Ziqiu straightened up and took his pen away: "Take a rest, eat something before writing." Then he went to look at Xiaodouzi: "Douer, how many words can you write after studying all morning? Show me look."

Xiaodouzi smiled and hooked his fingers like offering a treasure: "Brother Ziqiu, come and let me tell you."

The little girl is quite mysterious.

Fu Ziqiu raised his eyebrows and moved over, and when he saw the paper on the table, his disgusted eyebrows were furrowed together again.

After looking at it for a while, he stared at the crooked round lines without saying a word, and patted Gu Zhizhou's arm: "How old is she, why teach her to draw symbols?"

The corner of Gu Zhizhou's mouth twitched.

Xiaodouzi didn't know about talismans, but Fu Ziqiu's disgust was so obvious that it didn't sound like a good word.

"This is love! It's love!" the little girl yelled loudly, she lowered her head and searched around on the paper, and finally found the hidden peach heart among the messy lines: "Brother Zhou drew it!"

Fu Ziqiu looked carefully for a long time, and could almost make out the outline.

Heart, love?

Fu Ziqiu smiled, touched Xiaodouzi's face, and encouraged against his will: "The painting is good, I reward you with peach blossom cake."

Only then was Xiaodouzi satisfied, holding the snack until he was full, and then began to feel sleepy.

Eat and drink enough to sleep.

Fu Ziqiu took Xiaodouzi back to the room, settled down and then came back to look for Gu Zhizhou.

It happened that Gu Zhizhou had almost finished writing, and was finishing the final touch, when he heard footsteps, he didn't even raise his head: "Xiaodouzi is asleep?"

Fu Ziqiu responded, "It's almost over."

"Almost, there are not many people invited, and you can see if there is any omission." Gu Zhizhou put down his pen: "Long Yuan said that the wedding dress is ready, let's take some time today to try the size, if it doesn't fit, we will ask someone to change it." .”

"Okay." Fu Ziqiu nodded.

"There are also dishes for the wedding banquet. I have drawn up a copy." Gu Zhizhou took out a blank sheet of paper from under a pile of wedding invitations: "See if it works."

Fu Ziqiu glanced at it and was quite satisfied: "Okay, it's quite suitable."

"There are also incense candles and red envelopes. Prepare these things early, so as not to forget them in two days' busy schedule."

Fu Ziqiu took the two stacks of wedding invitations from Gu Zhizhou: "After you said it yesterday, I will prepare it and send it over later."

Gu Zhizhou was relieved now, and the two of them walked out of the yard together: "The boys from Jianmen will come over tomorrow to help decorate the Changxiao Palace. It's too big for the two of us alone."

Gu Zhizhou said as he walked: "Also, women need to prepare a wedding fan when they get married. We don't need it, and there are Fengguanxiapei and so on. When the time comes to salute, we will go out together. No one should cover their heads."

Fu Ziqiu didn't mind pretending to be a bride for Gu Zhizhou, but Gu Zhizhou was still afraid that others would look down on him, even if the number of visitors decreased and decreased, he was still worried.

Pushing open the door of the study, there were a lot of things wrapped in red paper.Fu Ziqiu put down the wedding invitation, turned around and caught the chatterer, and made fun of him: "Why are you so worried, you've been talking about it for days since last month."

"Getting married is such a big deal, I don't worry if I don't pay attention to it." Gu Zhizhou knew that he was overly nervous, but he had no choice but to get married just once in this life, and he had to do things properly no matter what. Not easy feelings.

He put down his things and patted Fu Ziqiu's hand: "By the way, the bride price..."

Fu Ziqiu looked at Gu Zhizhou in surprise, and couldn't help interrupting before he finished listening: "Is there a betrothal gift?"

Gu Zhizhou pretended to stare at him: "No, you are not a big girl, what dowry gift do you want!"

Fu Ziqiu didn't care about these, but thought of something else.He glanced at the bookcase furtively: "Speaking of this, let me ask you something."

Gu Zhizhou didn't suspect him, but thought it was a matter of marriage: "Why?"

Fu Ziqiu turned around, put Gu Zhizhou on the table, and circled him: "There is an iron box on your bookshelf..."

The sun was too long, Gu Zhizhou couldn't think of it for a while: "What iron box?"

"Don't interrupt," Fu Ziqiu pinched Gu Zhizhou's nose: "I put the box, and it contains your calligraphy, a thick stack of paper, each with my name on it, what are you doing?" It's time to write...um..."

With such a reminder, amnesia can also be remembered.

Gu Zhizhou covered Fu Ziqiu's mouth with his hand, preventing him from continuing.Feeling a little ashamed, the ears turned red: "How did you find it, I don't even remember where I put it."

Fu Ziqiu pulled that hand down: "Why, dare to write and not let people talk about it."

Gu Zhizhou recalled what he had written back then, stack after stack of "Qing He", and there seemed to be a confession poem.The poem was written in front of Qinghe, but the other party didn't know about it, so it was discovered by the righteous master.He was unreasonable: "I said, why are you like this, just flip through people's things casually."

Fu Ziqiu was speechless: "I don't remember anything at that time. I just saw an iron box with a peach blossom curse. Who wouldn't be surprised? I thought it was given to you by a little girl. Besides, the word is you Write it, write my name, I'll ask what's wrong."

Gu Zhizhou wants to save face: "Don't ask."

Fu Ziqiu saw that his attitude was uncooperative and wanted to run, so he grabbed his wrists tightly with both hands: "I just asked, don't hide!"

Gu Zhizhou hid back, his eyes flickered and he didn't dare to look directly at Fu Ziqiu, Ruyu's cheeks were flushed, like a half-ripe peach just picked from a tree.Fu Ziqiu followed his gaze and caught a glimpse of the love hidden in Gu Zhizhou's eyes.

The emotion was too strong, covered with a layer of shyness, and added a touch of joy that couldn't be concealed.Gentle and gentle, they form a ball, brewing into an intoxicating obsession.

Fu Ziqiu liked it so much, he kissed her, bit his chin, smacked the corner of his mouth, and was dodged again.

"Don't make trouble." Gu Zhizhou felt that something was wrong, and turned his head with difficulty: "You just come here?"

Fu Ziqiu Jin came up, so he ignored him.

"Don't..." Gu Zhizhou moved a little distance away, his heartbeat was disordered, but he still remembered: "There are still five days, when I have to save the bridal chamber..."

"Pfft——" Fu Ziqiu laughed, protesting against Gu Zhizhou's inexplicable obedience to the rules: "We still need to pay attention to these? I'm not a big girl, so it's so troublesome."

Gu Zhizhou paused, grabbed the clothes on Fu Ziqiu's shoulders, nodded slightly, looked at him persistently and seriously, and responded in a low voice: "Yes."

He attaches great importance to these red tapes, and puts this marriage at the top of the priority list. He cares more about it than ever before, never letting go of a small detail, doing everything by himself, and checking every link.

Fu Ziqiu didn't quite understand this excessive concern.

He didn't think that Gu Zhizhou was a person who cared about etiquette, otherwise he wouldn't have arranged the marriage so low-key.

Seeing Fu Ziqiu's doubts, Gu Zhizhou sighed slightly.He raised his hand to tidy up Fu Ziqiu's clothes, touched his forehead, lowered his eyes, and said almost reverently: "I'm afraid that if I don't do well, God will think I'm not sincere enough, so why take you away?" manage."