Marriage Management Master

Rinyu didn't answer.Wen Xi had been bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of well ropes. Just when he thought this guy was going to repent for some glorious reason, he heard Lin Yu whisper: "Do you think we missed a step before we got married?"

Wen Xi was stunned for a while: "What?"

"We have never been in love." Lin Yu looked at him seriously, "The period from liking to love, confession to marriage, we fell behind."

"Humans use this period of time to understand each other's preferences and living habits, so as to judge whether they can form a partner and start a family in the future. I was just thinking, if we also walked like this...would it be better?"

Wen Xi scratched his head, as if he had discovered something: "Let's start dating again? And then?"

Then get married.

Sometimes, Linyu Shenjun is a deadhead.

As a result of staying with Linyu for a long time, Wen Xi's brain, which was not very bright before, began to get knotted habitually.So the two guys who had been married for 7000 years had their brains twitched, and they began to seriously discuss the feasibility of the traditional marriage and love process of acquaintance-falling in love-marriage-having children.

Lin Yushenjun, who suddenly became enlightened, took a small notebook and wrote one by one, wishing to go back in time and go back in time to pick up Wen Xi again.

Wen Xi: "..." Thanks, I don't want to do it all over again.

"What about after we're done? What if I don't think we're suitable and don't agree?"

He soon discovered that his worries were unnecessary.With Linyu's current romanticism to the point of death, if he agrees a second later, he will die because his partner is too nasty.

Rinyu recited a love poem that she dug out from nowhere.Although Wen Xi has been ignorant for a long time, he still remembers this poem.Many years ago, when it first came out, Lin Yu liked it very much, and Wen Xi read it several times. The brain that lacks romantic cells gave the final evaluation: it is so long.

But never thought that Lin Yu would read it out in person.

"I give you the thin street, the sunset of despair, the moon of the dilapidated suburbs, I give you the sorrow of a man who looks at the lonely moon for a long time..."

Wen Xi'an listened quietly.Poems are extremely beautiful, but he thinks very realistically that what Linyu brings to him is obviously the vast mountains and seas, the brilliant sunrise, and the love that makes everyone dumbfounded.

And what can he give Lingyu?

"I offer you the allegiance of a man who has never had faith...I offer you interpretations of your own life, theories about yourself, your true and amazing existence."

An interpretation of my life?Lin Yu must have a say in this aspect, Wen Xi blinked his dry eyes.

The night, the moon, the yellow rose, the beauty, the poem—everything was too touching, until Wen Xi blinked his piercing eyes several times, and yawned under Lin Yu's gaze.

Linyu was silent for a while, and continued: "Will you..."

"..." Wen Xi woke up suddenly, and immediately said, "I am willing."

——This sentence I am willing to come is thoughtless and too fast. It is obvious that the love time prepared later is already redundant.

The finished manuscript was not used in time at all, Lin Yu stuck for a while, thinking that this is a bit different from the crematorium of chasing wives that Fan Jia talked about.

Learning and using it is really the first priority.

"...I am willing." Wen Xi tried to make himself seem to understand and was moved, he repeated, "I am willing."

Lin Yu looked at him gently: "What's the last sentence I read?"

Wen Xi: "..." What yellow roses and dusk, or what moon and loyalty?

I don't know which string was touched, and a music box of unknown origin suddenly played piano music.

Wen Xi was stunned.Marriage... wedding march?Is this what Lin Yu prepared for tonight?

Quite alive.

Under Wen Xi's puzzled eyes, Lin Yu stopped his poetry recitation and asked questions on the spot, and showed with practical actions that he had no secrets, and his every move was so honest that people couldn't bear to judge his elm head.He handed the music box to Wen Xi: "This is from Fan Jia."

Wen Xi said sincerely: "...you are so honest. What else did Fan Jia teach you?"

He held back his smile, and teased lazily: "For such a big man, he needs someone to teach him how to fall in love? Fan Jia is really kind-hearted, did he expect you to take my anger out on him?"

Lin Yu shook her head: "She should have lost her mind, she gave it in the name of Xiao Ke." And she also said a lot of strange things.

The sound of the piano was like running water, and Wen Xi was too lazy to argue with an opponent who didn't have any competitiveness.He bent his eyes: "So tonight is the wedding night in the bridal chamber?"

"If we go through the process, we're still one wedding away."

Lin Yu lowered her head and kissed his lips, and said softly: "Then we will make it up later."

……

The night is long and the dawn is still early.

The music of the wedding march gradually faded away.There are no dragons, phoenixes and red candles burning brightly, no banquets and guests to congratulate, and no red makeup and gongs and drums. This is not their wedding night, but it is the starting point for them to recognize themselves and start again.

In the vast mountains and plains of the past, Wen Xi spent the night alone awake when he entrusted his sincerity, and the blood from his heart fell on Linyu's chest. After a thousand years, he finally felt the burning and throbbing temperature of the heart's blood again, as if It was the ribs taken out by God, and finally returned to his chest.

Wen Xi had a dream that night.It seems that after a certain divorce, Linyu didn't come to find him for a long time. He broke into Tinglan Mountain angrily, threw out the binding rope and tied Linyu into rice dumplings.

——Dreaming here, Wen Xi couldn't help shivering in reality.

Lin Yu seemed to think that he was having a nightmare, so she gently embraced him in her arms, and whispered a word of comfort.So Wen Xi was able to continue to hold him, wandering in this dreamland of the Eighteen Forbidden City full of mosaics.

In the dream, Wen Xi felt that it was not enough, so he simply cast a spell to seal Tinglan Mountain directly, and by the way, threw Taoyao, who had been crying all the time, at the foot of the mountain, letting her fend for herself.

He looked at Linyu's pale and haggard face full of tiredness, and his first reaction was not to feel distressed.The "obstacle" who played forced love and imprisoned PLAY thought contentedly, this is good, from now on in this world, no one will covet his Linyu, no one will say that they are not suitable, and he will never have to Take the trouble to test whether Linyu will leave him, and Linyu will be with him for the rest of his life.

——Dreaming here, Wen Xi woke up with fright.

He stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, his eyes were empty, but his brain had automatically given the next bloody plot.

Unable to bear the humiliation, Linyu blew himself up and died. The spiritual core of the sword god reflected Tinglan Mountain in the middle of the night as if it were daytime. When he died, the God-binding rope still bound his hands.Taoyao's crying sounded into my ears, and the condemnation from the gods and Buddhas fell from the sky. His nature of obstacles was exposed, he killed all directions, blood flowed, and the world reappeared in the devil's hell. Panic swallowed him like a black hole.

Wen Xi was covered in cold sweat for a moment.Putting on his clothes in a panic, he touched the people beside him, and then subconsciously recited the summoning formula for binding the gods.

A few seconds later, Linyu woke up from the dream, staring blankly at the shining golden rope appearing out of nowhere, and asked hesitantly, "Did you...did you dream of fighting?"

The God-binding rope fell to the ground with a snap, turning into a soft hemp rope.Wen Xi, who dreamed of goblin fights, stroked Rinyu in a daze, and murmured, "...alive."

The author says:

"I give you the skinny street, the sunset of despair, the moon of a shabby suburb, the sorrow of a man who has looked long and long at a lonely moon...I give you the loyalty of a man who has never believed...I give you Your interpretation of your own life, your own theory, your real and amazing existence.” It’s Borges’s “What Can I Use to Keep You”, I quoted it because I like it very much, um, I wish you all Can have the ideal love~