Shh, don't wake them up

When Miao Xuan woke up, the rising sun was shining on his face, he raised his hand to cover the glare, and the dew on the rose leaves was dripping on his palm.

He was lying on the ground in the back garden with a splitting headache, and his clothes were drenched in dew, which felt cool against his body.

Miao Xuan squeezed the space between his brows and sorted out the messy thoughts in his head. In the novel he wrote a year ago, the protagonist was seduced by evil spirits and finally buried his lover, but he couldn't remember the last ending.

He turned the garden over, the roses were uprooted, and one hole after another was dug in the black ground, but there was no trace of the man.

Miao Xuan sat paralyzed on the ground, the tiger's mouth was dripping with blood, and the handle of the shovel thrown aside was stained with blood.

He searched around the villa again, the man seemed to have evaporated from the world, and he couldn't find even the slightest clue.

Miao Xuan sat in the empty hall, waiting for the night to come.

"Boom...boom..."

The vigorous bell rang, accompanied by the melodious and gloomy echo, it was getting dark...

Miao Xuan got up suddenly, but sat back in the next second. He felt very sleepy, very sleepy, so sleepy that he couldn't hold on even for a moment, and fell asleep on the sofa.

There was a lot of noise around, someone was giggling in his ear, Miao Xuan felt his face itchy, as if someone was smearing something on his face.

He opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a slightly pink face, without too much smudging, but it highlighted the advantages of the facial features just right, and it was not feminine at all.

After a while, he realized that there was a mirror in front of him, and the person in the mirror was himself.

He was dressed in red, in the style of an old bride, surrounded by a group of women also dressed in red, and an older woman was coming over with lip balm.

Seeing that she was about to wipe it on his mouth, Miao Xuan hurriedly stopped talking and said, "This is it?" The room looked very strange.

The woman narrowed her eyes with a smile and didn't answer, she just said: "The bride needs to put on makeup."

The other women also laughed and laughed: "Yes, there is no bride who doesn't wear makeup."

Miao Xuan was so quarreled by them that his brain ached, and in the end they applied a thin layer of lip balm. His lips were already delicate, and in this way, his light-colored lips were stained with a little red, adding a touch of blush. Bizarre colors.

Whether it is the decoration of the room or the dress of the women, they don't want to be modern, a bit like the Republic of China.The strange thing is that he doesn't look feminine, but they don't seem to see that he is a man at all, or in other words, they think that he should be like this, so they don't think it's wrong.

Everything was weird, Miao Xuan watched the situation quietly, watched them busy calmly, and heard them say why the bridegroom hadn't come yet, and the bride's things were ready...

The woman took the red wooden comb and said to Miao Xuan gently: "Bride, comb your hair."

Miao Xuan twisted uncomfortably, but still sat obediently, looking at himself in the mirror with twitching corners of his mouth, letting the woman comb his short hair.

The woman's brows and eyes were gentle and smooth, as if everything was natural, and she said congratulations in a warm voice:

"A comb to the end"

"Two combs of white hair and eyebrows"

"Three combs are full of grandchildren"

"Four combs..."

……

"The ten-comb couple will join hands forever, and they will be inseparable for a hundred years."

After the ceremony was over, firecrackers sounded outside, and the women happily said that they were here, and then rushed to the door and bolted the door from the inside.

Hearing them jokingly begging for red envelopes outside the door, Miao Xuan raised his eyebrows, it was really a kiss.

After a long time of embarrassment outside the door, the door was finally pushed open noisily, and a group of people rushed in.

Miao Xuan was inexplicably looking forward to it, but he looked through everyone, but couldn't find that familiar figure.

Miao Xuan was supported and walked out. It was like a set of courtyards. There were lights and festoons in the small garden with ancient European style. The strange lights flickered on and off. There were laughter and congratulatory sounds coming from all directions. He listened carefully. , Some of the sounds came from the ground, and some came from the trembling flowers and branches.

Walking into a duplex villa, as soon as I walked in, a group of people surrounded me, men and women, wearing suits or cheongsams from the period of the Republic of China, happily saying: "The bride is here!"

Miao Xuan walked on the long red carpet, people on both sides blessed him happily, with sincere and gratified smiles on their faces, but he was wearing the bride's wedding dress nondescriptly, but no one thought there was anything wrong.

At the end of the carpet, there was a person standing with his back to him, wearing a black background and red embroidered groom's suit, waiting for his arrival. Miao Xuan suppressed the doubts in his heart and stepped forward step by step.

He stood behind the man, and the man sensed his approach and turned around slowly.

Under the black top hat was an indescribable face. The facial features were delicately drawn with pigments on the pale paper, and there were blobs of red on both sides of the cheeks. Miao Xuan carefully looked at his appearance, and it was clearly a paper figurine.He seemed to be smiling, holding a photo frame in front of him, and the person in the black and white photo in the frame was Fang Yimin.

This is a ghost marriage.

"Bow to heaven and earth..." The drawn-out tone sounded.

Miao Xuan looked around for a week, hooked the corners of his mouth, and slowly bent down.

"Second worship high hall..."

"Happy husband and wife..."

"Licheng, send it to the bridal chamber..."

As Miao Xuan bent down for the last time, everyone around laughed, but their laughter became sharper and sharper. When Miao Xuan stood up, everyone changed their appearance, their faces were painted with bright colors, and their movements He toasted stiffly, and when the clothes rubbed against each other, there was a rustling sound unique to paper.

Two more people came up to hold Miao Xuan's arms, and they put their warm hands on his arms, giggling and wanting to send him to the bridal chamber, followed by a group of people, clamoring to follow him to the bridal chamber.

They were so excited that they kept pushing and pushing. Someone accidentally stepped on the foot of the person next to Miao Xuan, who kept walking forward. Miao Xuan heard the sound of paper being torn, Look, there was a paper leg left on the ground, and she was still wearing red paper embroidered shoes. She tore her leg off without even realizing it.

She was still giggling, and she walked crookedly with one leg missing, almost hanging on Miao Xuan's arm. The location of the room.

This is a completely Chinese-style room, with solid wood tables and chairs, and a small compartment in the innermost part of the room. Through the hanging bead curtain, you can see a carved wooden bed inside.

Miao Xuan was sent in, and the red curtains of the carved wooden bed were pulled to both sides. He sat on the bed, a pair of red candles were burning on the table in front of him, under the red candles was a jug of wine, and two crystal white jade cups quietly standing by the jug.

Miao Xuan touched the silky red quilt under her body, her lips moved slightly: "Go out."

The people around said "ah" in disappointment, but they didn't disobey, the rustling sound gradually disappeared, and only Miao Xuan was left in the room.

Miao Xuan sat quietly, feeling more and more sleepy, he supported himself strongly, and when his eyelids were about to close, he heard the sound of the door opening.

He woke up suddenly. He heard footsteps approaching slowly. Through the bead curtain, he saw a tall figure approaching him. When the crisp sound of the bead curtain colliding sounded, the person had already stood in front of him.

Fang Yimin was dressed as a groom, he took off his hat, showing a handsome and straight face, looking down at Miao Xuan.

Miao Xuan also looked back at him quietly, and after a long time, he showed a meaningful smile and said, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Fang Yimin narrowed his long and narrow Danfeng eyes. He had a fresh earthy breath on his body. He pressed his cold hands on Miao Xuan's face, delineating his facial features softly and with attachment, and finally stayed on his chin, pinching his lips. chin, and lifted his face up.

"What do you say?"

Miao Xuan felt the coldness of his fingertips, and obediently let him pinch, with the corners of his mouth raised high: "Oh?"

Fang Yimin let go of his hand with a big laugh, turned to pull Miao Xuan, and pulled him to the table. He poured two glasses of wine and said, "Today is a big day for you and me. We should drink a cup of wine."

Miao Xuan took the wine glass, crossed arms with him and drank the wine in one gulp. The cold wine ran down the throat with heat, and the heat flowed down, and finally accumulated in the lower abdomen, and the intense heat flooded the whole body in waves. .

He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, the wine was so strong!

Fang Yimin looked at Miao Xuan, his whole body began to flush with the alcohol, his face with thin make-up was full of drunkenness, his eyes were flushed with a little water, his red lips were slightly parted, and a coquettish look appeared in his eyes inadvertently in the blink of an eye. Temptation comes.

He looked directly at him, his Adam's apple twitched, his eyes darkened, and he just wanted to swallow the person in front of him.

Fang Yimin caressed Miao Xuan's face lovingly, smiled and said bewitchingly: "Have we not tried here yet?"

Miao Xuan was already slightly drunk, and his reaction was a little slow: "Huh?"

Fang Yiming removed the sundries on the table, picked up Miao Xuan and put it on the table, and under his puzzled eyes, he touched his neckline with his hand.

Miao Xuan was tortured all night, and he felt that his body was about to fall apart. His legs were so sore that he half-lyed on the table panting, his back was scorchingly painful, but Fang Yimin still held his ankle. hold on.

He said intermittently: "Basically...almost...almost."

Fang Yimin smiled maliciously, panting slightly: "Now do you know if I am a human or a ghost?"

Miao Xuan: "I know... I know." His body is hotter than his own, what if it's a ghost?

Fang Yiming backed out with a smile, picked up Miao Xuan, and gently placed him on the bed.

Miao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and watched him put down the bed curtain with dazed eyes. He was so sleepy that he was about to close his eyes and sleep, when a body pressed against him again.

Miao Xuan: "You..."

His mouth was blocked, Fang Yimin teased the most sensitive part of his body, and said with a lot of passion/desire: "I didn't say I would let you go."

Miao Xuan bit him on the shoulder: "Uuuuuuuu..." You are a ghost, a devil!

The red curtain swayed lightly, and the red waves were turned over, unable to cover the thousands of spring tides, overflowing unintentionally or joyful or painful chants, it is indescribable.

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