Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

At this moment, the sounds of clanging and fighting could be heard endlessly, he didn't know martial arts, so he didn't pay close attention to their moves.After an unknown amount of time, he saw an afterimage fleeing quickly, leaving only one person in front of him.

He walked towards Song Tan.

Song Tan saw that figure was very blurry, he was afraid that he would miss something if he died too soon, he struggled to open his eyes to see if the person who came was the person in his heart.

The figure of the visitor was like a tall and straight green pine. He held a fluent sword flower and quickly put away the sword. He squatted down and looked down at Song Tan, wanting to check his condition.

Song Tan was inspired by a gaze in the dark, he was stunned, he had the urge to cry, the person in front of him looked familiar, but it was not the one he wanted, this urge was also overwhelmed gone.

Song Tan looked at him, and his voice became more and more fictitious: "You look a bit like Li Er, the refreshment chef in my tea house. The dim sum there is delicious, but I can't eat it..."

He carefully examined the hideous wounds on Song Tan's body, and said, "Li Er is my brother. He is obsessed with cooking, and I am good at using swords. You are Huayi's wife and my friend. You are good." You can watch my sword dance while eating his food."

Li Jiansheng sprinkled medicinal powder on Song Tan's incisions where the bones were deep, "It might hurt a bit if you hold on."

The white powder dissolved in the blood, and everything in the world was eclipsed in an instant, and the sensory sensations gradually disappeared. It seemed that he would not be in pain anymore.

Seeing the brilliance in Song Tan's eyes disappearing quickly, Li Jiansheng panicked, "Don't die..."

Song Tan replied in a weak voice: "I want to go out and meet the sun."

Li Jiansheng was shocked by this dilapidated young man whom he met for the first time, he suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, he encouraged and said: "Someone is thinking of you, Huayi will be here soon!"

Song Tan's eyes were suddenly very bright. He seemed to have the momentum of returning to the light, but he still said very reluctantly: "I will say two things. First, that person stabbed 23 times. After I die, you call Hua Yi will make amends for me. Second, tell Hua Yi that I will hang around him even if I become a ghost."

For no reason, Li Jiansheng felt that this young man was a little cute, and that his body was in such a state that he could still speak harsh words.

But after he finished speaking, Song Tan slowly closed his eyes. He seemed to have exhausted all his strength. A foggy wilderness appeared in front of his eyes, and he fell into it, unable to extricate himself.

Li Jiansheng stretched out his hand, wanting to help him, a dying man.

When Hua Yi came in, he happened to see Li Jiansheng's outstretched hand, and he shouted: "Don't touch him!"

The lingering smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose, and he saw large swathes of dark blood stains on the ground, and saw Song Tan sleeping peacefully, but his scarred face was covered with dead gray.

Hua Yi suddenly stopped moving forward, his whole body froze, his chest felt cold, as if all the blood in his body had been drained, a great fear enveloped him.

Li Jiansheng repeated to Hua Yi exactly what Song Tan had said to him.

After a long while, Hua Yi asked nonchalantly: "He, he..." He was stuck in his throat, deeply guilty, he was going through a cold winter that was frozen thousands of miles away, and he managed to piece together a complete sentence, like It's asking yourself, "Am I a jerk?"

Li Jiansheng felt that he was really not suitable for this scene of life and death, he sighed slightly, "This place is not suitable for staying for a long time, you should take him away quickly."

Yes, even if Song Tan died, it was still his.

Hua Yi stumbled forward with an irreparable sense of despair, Song Tan'an's quiet appearance scratched his heart hard, he thought that Song Tansheng had a lonely face, but now... he How sad it would be for him to know that he had become like this now.

He wanted to touch Song Tan's face, avoid his wound, wipe off the dust on his face, and barely touched his skin with his fingertips.

Song Tan trembled almost imperceptibly, and Hua Yi put his finger under his nose instead, noticing that he still had a faint breath.

Hua Yi couldn't help being overjoyed, thinking that this is a great thing, such a small movement can hold his body and mind and make him crazily happy, and let him recover quickly in the cold winter, this wanton spread of affection makes Hua Yi The fundus of the eye is red.

Li Jiansheng glanced at Song Tan, and there was a bit of pity in his eyes, but he only said: "He is still hanging on. This time you found him, but you owe Mr. Ji a big favor, you have to find a way to pay him back." Pay it back. And you..."

"Shh, don't talk, don't disturb him." Hua Yi tremblingly, gently hugged Song Tan carefully, as if guarding a precious treasure hidden in his heart.

His front was stained with Song Tan's blood, and scarlet flowers bloomed on his chest, rooted through his clothes, sucked his blood, entangled with him endlessly, and became one...

He suppressed his voice and said to Li Jiansheng: "After this matter is over, I will give him an explanation."

Li Jiansheng looked at the back of Hua Yi's leaving, and he thought with emotion, what was said in the scriptures is true: the world's idiots and resentful women, once the love is deeply rooted, they will often lose their nature, and Hua Yi is still so down and tired .

Things have progressed to this point, the sinners have subdued the law, and all the people affected have been rescued. Everyone should be happy.

When Song Tan opened his eyes and saw the familiar bed board, he was in a trance for a moment, thinking that the underworld is quite humane, and the layout is quite like his dormitory in the underworld.

Everything around him was very familiar, and everything was the same as when he left, as if he had just woken up.

But some things have long since passed.

Then he heard a scream, "Mrs. woke up!"

Song Tan's whole body was covered with bandages, and every slight movement felt like rolling on a nail board.So he could only turn his eyes to look, and in front of him were Qing Zhu and Wen Yi with tears in their eyes, looking at him with tears and snot, "I'm not dead?"

Qing Zhu answered him with a sob: "Young master, don't talk nonsense, you have been sleeping for three days and three nights, and those imperial doctors managed to snatch you back from hell!"

Song Tan snorted, "It's fine if you're not dead."

"Madam, do you want to see your lord?" Wen Yi asked joyfully, wiping the corners of his eyes, and he explained for Hua Yi: "These days, your lord has been guarding your wife's bed, and he left for a while when he came from the palace."

Song Tan thought for a while, do you want to see him? When he wanted to see him the most, he didn't see him at all. He hoped that he would be wiped out like Martian. He came back from the dead. He also didn't want to get stuck in this wishful love affair anymore.

It's like a zither string that has been taut for a long time, and then loosened, but it can't return to its original appearance.

He said lightly, "I don't really think so."

Wen Yi didn't say any more, Qingzhu leaned forward and carefully helped Song Tan up, "Master, it's time to drink the medicine."

Hua Yi accepted the imperial edict absent-mindedly, and didn't even see off the guests.He hurried to Song Tan's room. As soon as he opened the door and entered, he saw Song Tan drinking medicine intermittently and coughing intermittently, vomiting blood while coughing.

Song Tan had fine scars on his face, and there was still a trace of red thread hanging around his mouth. He raised his eyes and just glanced at Hua Yi, seeing that Hua Yi was haggard and desolate, not better than his dilapidated appearance. Where to go, his heart twitched shamelessly.

Hua Yi felt a pain in his chest, and the red thread made him feel shocking.

He walked forward quickly, and patted his back with his hands to comfort him.It took a long time for Song Tan to recover from the severe cough. He lost all strength, and his arms were hanging down beside the bed, like a gray river in the mountains.

Hua Yi took the medicine bowl from Qing Zhu's hand, and he silently fed Song Tan the black soup, and Song Tan also obediently swallowed it silently.

A bowl of decoction gradually exposed the bottom of the bowl, Hua Yi brought the white porcelain spoon to his mouth, he licked it, frowned and said to Song Tan, "It's rare that you don't find it bitter, do you want candy?"

Song Tan gave a short laugh, looked directly at Hua Yi and said, "A few days ago, I also suffered more bitterness than this, so there is no need for this little bit of sweetness."

Hua Yi opened his mouth, but still didn't say a word, he handed the medicine bowl to Qingzhu, and then told them both: "You guys go down first, I will guard my wife."

Qing Zhu and Wen Yi always felt that the atmosphere between the two was a bit weird, awkward and a bit weird, they looked at each other quietly, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes, they still retreated silently, guarding the door.

Hua Yi settled Song Tan down and covered him with a quilt. He patted Song Tan lightly and said softly, "Let me coax you to sleep."

Song Tan didn't feel sleepy at all, he said decisively: "Don't sleep, let's make things clear."

Hua Yi said in a hoarse voice, "Speak."

Song Tan said with a smile in his heart, but the pain and suffering and the precarious situation in the past few days were haunting him: "I, not long ago, I recited a Buddhist principle: there is a quota for the emotions in a person's life. , I use it today, and I will use it less tomorrow. In the past, I was too greedy for the gentleness of the world, and gave birth to those trivial thoughts, but now this is enough for me, and it is enough to break my idiot sweet dream."

Song Tan's words fell into Hua Yi's ears, and also into his heart, piercing him inch by inch like needles like thousands of ox hairs.

Song Tan took a deep breath, stared at the bed board and said: "I saw the painting. You are indeed a painter above me. I also imagined a happy life with that painting. I am content. But the painting was also burned. Well, the ashes can't be found anymore. So, it's just fate, it's up to you and me to live our own lives from now on, so that we can live happily and peacefully, which can just get rid of many annoying things."

Hua Yi lowered his eyes, lost his mind and said, "I'm sorry."

Song Tan held back his tears, but he still smiled: "Go away and say sorry."

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The author has something to say:

I wrote this chapter with a little sadness...

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