[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

Chengzhou 500 years, the new capital Luoyi.

There is a couple of newlyweds preparing to celebrate a hundred years of marriage.

When she passed by, the woman's parents were having a banquet in the temple, and they happened to wait until the groom came to marry the bride, and led the bride out of the house.

Still the same person.

After several lifetimes, his appearance was different, but she still recognized him.

She made a promise, saying that if she wanted to remember him, she would remember him forever!Whether it is the perishable skin, or the soul bone that has fallen into reincarnation.

A guest saw her standing still and asked curiously, "Whose family are you a child?"

"Neither of them." She said with a cold face.

"Are you a relative of the master's family?"

"No."

"That……"

"Just an old friend."

She was about to leave, when a child asked his mother.

"How did they go?"

His mother replied: "The bride is picked up and is going to the groom's house."

"Why are you going to the groom's house?"

Those who have something good to do come up and sneer: "Of course we want to get married!"

"marriage?"

The adults thought he didn't understand, and quickly explained: "It's just a man and a woman who live together and live together."

"How do you live?" The child continued to ask, "How do you live, men and women?"

This time no one answered.Some things are hard to say to children, and the faces of the adults are all red before drinking.

"Are they happy with each other?" Yang Chan interrupted suddenly, "Since we are going to live together, they should be in love before getting married, right?"

"Uh...this..."

The guests still have a hard time answering this question.So Yang Chan understood that the groom's smiling face, which was uglier than crying, must not be fake.

In the middle of the night, she squatted on the roof of the new house and looked in. A pair of children, Bi and Bi, sat on both sides, one looked left and the other looked right, she didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't move.

Achan threw a stone down and hit the groom on the head.

"Ouch! Who threw me away!" The groom jumped up, but another stone hit him on the nose. "Who?! Who is it?!" He looked up at the roof, but of course he couldn't see anyone.

Next, the stones rushed at him like a goddess scattering flowers, and the groom was forced to retreat steadily, and finally fell into the arms of the bride with a plop.

The sight was hilarious, but no one seemed to laugh.

The bride was obviously very shy, and the groom was already in her arms, but she was in a hurry and didn't know what to do.The two struggled for a while, and finally separated, and then sat upright and returned to the two tests, one continued to look to the left, and the other continued to look to the right.

Yang Chan shook her head, made the bride dizzy, and lifted the groom up.

"They said that you are married and want to 'live together', but how can I see that you just want to live your own life and don't want to be together at all?"

Yang Chan squatted in front of the groom, dressed in white, unlike ordinary people.The groom was shaking like a sieve, lying on the ridge of the roof, unable to get up.

"Back...to my lord, I...have never seen...she..."

"But I saw it tonight," Yang Chan said curiously, "In the eyes of ordinary people, he is also a wonderful person, not to mention that your father-in-law is one of the six ministers, and if you become his son-in-law, you will definitely not treat you badly in the future .What are you dissatisfied with?"

"I..." The man choked, as if he was not so afraid, he blurted out, "I don't like her."

"Don't like her? Why?"

"I just... don't like it." The groom pouted, "You're a child, you don't understand."

"So I don't understand," Yang Chan raised her eyebrows and said, "If you don't like her and marry her, as an adult, do you understand everything?"

"I..." The bridegroom choked and said angrily, "Then you understand? The male college is getting married, and the parents' orders are hard to disobey. I should marry her; but I just saw her for the first time today. How could it be possible? Fall in love with her!"

"If you really don't like it, you should divorce her."

"I can't divorce her!" The groom stared at Yang Chan in surprise, "She married me without any fault, wouldn't I be sorry for her if I divorced her?"

"But I think it's hard for you two to be together."

"It's good to just live, and I will gradually like it," the groom muttered. "My parents never met before they got married. After they got married, they loved each other and never quarreled in their lives. I think, It shouldn't be hard to be like them."

So Yang Chan remembered the stories Yang Jian told her about his parents.In the story, parents also respect each other as guests, and they have never blushed in their entire lives.

"Mortal people are so weird." Yang Chan thought.

"Strange? What's wrong?"

"When my parents were alive, they were just like your parents. But... I have also seen such couples in the mortal world—meeting each other is like meeting enemies, wishing to stab each other to death. Every new couple, before getting married I don't know the future... So, how do you know that you won't become like that in the future?"

"I... this... I don't know..." The young man was no longer afraid, and sat in a row with Yang Chan, "But since we are married, we have to be responsible to a woman..."

"Be responsible for a woman, but you don't like her, let alone love. Can you get married without love?"

"Why not?" the young man asked back, "It is not necessary to have love to get married, and it is not impossible to have love after marriage!"

"So you're in love with her?"

"I'm going to love her!"

"Will love forever?"

"She is my wife, of course!"

"That makes sense," Yang Chan stood up, "Then, remember what you said today."

She pushed the groom off the roof, where the bride had just woken from a brief faint.Soon, the lights in the house went out, and Yang Chan jumped off the roof and left.

Decades later, when she was passing through Luoyi again, she couldn't help but visit the couple who got married back then.They still lived in the same place. At that time, the woman was lying on a deck chair in the yard basking in the sun, and the man was sitting beside her, making a pot of good tea for her.The afternoon sun was warm and warm, the old man and the old woman smiled in the folds of their faces, and now they could only see each other in their cloudy eyes.

Yang Chan thought, that is probably what ordinary people call love.If the parents are alive and they are both mortals, they will have such a picture when they are old.When she heard those stories before, she felt unreal because she had never seen them before.Now that there was a living example standing in front of her, she couldn't help but feel distorted.

At that time, Heavenly Court had acquiesced in her identity, and no one chased her down.This naturally included her second brother's painstaking efforts, but she still didn't go back.

She settled down in Luoyi for several years.A few years later, the old grandpa and the old grandma passed away one after another. Before they died, the house was full of children and grandchildren. After they died, they were buried in a grand funeral. The younger generations who came to the funeral lined up for a mile. They were finally buried in the ancestral grave at home, and they were never separated again.

——Oh, so it is the world!

She ate the wedding wine of those two people, and also ate the funeral wine of those two people. She raised the wine glass, and a glass of Dukang sprinkled it on their graves—ah, she lived so long, the beauty of the world is in her eyes Come, but only a few decades.

The couple, the man's surname is Liu, and his name is Liu Yin.

……

"Since then, I have been wandering in the world for hundreds of years. I go everywhere, and occasionally, I will see him again—just a different name, a different identity, and the soul is still the same soul. Gradually I found that I seem to be I often meet his Toshi. Is this "fate"? But even so, it is too coincidental, but I always meet him. Look, is this weird?"

The monkey was intrigued by the string of stories, and asked, "Then... how did you meet him?"

"Later..."