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Wan'er, wish to be husband and wife forever
?Dead Yuan knew that everything was empty, but sadly did not see Kyushu Tong. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and there was no hope of family sacrifices to tell Nai Weng. (Shower) As I was dying, I thought of the Central Plains, but my heart suddenly shook, and the figure of Wan'er involuntarily surfaced in my heart.
I was born in a scholarly family, and my father had a great influence on me. Because of the edification, I was determined to restore the Central Plains and establish achievements like Yue Fei's when I was young.
Just then, Wan'er walked into my world. She is my cousin, our childhood sweetheart, when we play together, I always give way to her and spoil her.
"When I grow up, I will use eight large sedan chairs to marry you," I said to her with a smile.
She didn't answer, just hugged me with a smile, as clear as the sky after it just rained.
Later, I also grew up slowly, but my love for Wan'er became stronger as the time we spent together grew stronger. Finally, with my persistent efforts, both parents agreed to the marriage.
We walked in Shenyuan, roamed around the West Lake, and lived happily. But I ignored my mother's feelings.
"Wan'er, I love you!" By the West Lake, I hugged her soft body tightly.
"Me too, may we be husband and wife forever."
"Wan'er, don't worry, true love comes from the heart and will not change because of external changes."
Sometimes the water in the West Lake is turbid, and there are unpredictable things in the sky.
Less than 2 years after marriage, my mother was dissatisfied with this daughter-in-law and asked me to divorce her no matter what. I understand what mother thinks.
One is that Wan'er did not continue the incense for our Lu family. There are three types of unfilial piety, the greatest of which is having no descendants. But is true love measured by this? If that is the case, then there is nothing beautiful in this world; second, my mother is afraid that I will forget my mother if I marry a daughter-in-law. But, am I, Lu You, that kind of person? I kept shouting in my heart.
However, I cannot be sorry for the mother who gave birth to me and raised me. So, a piece of divorce papers cut off both of us and my life.
However, I haven't forgotten Wan'er, I bought a house outside, and I often date Wan'er.
"Wan'er, I'm really sorry for letting you follow me like this without a name or a role," I said apologetically, kissing the beauty in my arms.
"I am willing, didn't I say it, I wish to be husband and wife forever."
My heart was shocked again, and I was very moved. Being able to marry Wan'er is the greatest blessing in my life.
After all, paper can't hold fire——, my mother finally found out about it. She angrily broke up the two of us and married me to Mrs. Wang. Under her father's oppression, Wan'er remarried Zhao Shicheng of the same clan and county.
After that, I was very sad, and I kept my feelings for Wan'er in my heart, and embarked on an official career.
I finally got the first place. But because I belonged to the Anti-Japanese War faction, Qin Hui easily scratched me. I returned to my hometown sadly and came to Shenyuan.
I don't know if Wan'er is doing well now. I found that my affection for Wan'er only increased. It has been ten years, and I don't know where she has fallen. Deep in love, I burst into tears.
At this time, I heard a familiar voice. That's right, it was her! Wan'er! The person I'm dreaming of! But the man beside her is not me. I am sad to leave.
"Cousin," she came after all. My heart felt like a knife had been cut, and my heart was on fire, with red blood and white tears intertwined.
"Cousin," I turned around, only to find that she was the only one with wine and food in her hands, "Wan'er," I couldn't help shouting, with tears streaming down my face.
"Cousin, don't do this," she left with tears.
Eating the strong wine she gave me, watching her leaving figure, I was very sad and melancholy, and immediately wrote a poem expressing my nostalgia for Wan'er and my infinite remorse and grief. ——" hairpin head phoenix
? Red Jesus hands, Huang Teng wine, the city is full of spring and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil, and the love is weak. A cup of melancholy, years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as before, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and silky. Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, brocade books are hard to entrust. Mo, mo, mo.
In the spring of the second year, I revisited Shen Garden and found that there was also a poem written on another stone pillar of the pavilion, which was written by Wan'er —— "The Hairpin Phoenix".
?The world is weak, the human relationship is evil, and the flowers are easy to fall when the rain is sent at dusk. Xiaofeng is dry, tears are left, and I want to express my thoughts, solo. Disaster! Disaster! Disaster!
Everyone is different, today is not yesterday, and the soul of illness is often like a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dim, afraid of people asking questions, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!
After reading Wan'er's words, I suddenly became enlightened. It turns out that we both love each other deeply in our hearts.??
Soon, I embarked on the official career again, and in the third year after Qin Hui's death, I was reused. On the battlefield, I bravely commanded and killed the enemy. There are two thoughts in my mind. One is to kill the enemy and restore the country, and the other is Wan.
A few more years passed. Wan'er is dead! I cried sadly. I know that she died of depression. "Wan'er, I failed you," I looked up to the sky and cried loudly.
Forty years later, I visited Shen Garden again and wrote "Shen Garden" with tears in my eyes.
The setting sun on the city draws sorrow at the corners, and the Shenyuan is not a retro pool. The spring green under the sad bridge was once a shadow of Jinghong.
? Forty years have passed since the fragrance of the dream has been broken, and the willows in the Shenyuan are old and not blown.
After retiring and returning to my hometown, at the age of 84, it was another spring. With the support of my children and grandchildren, I went to Shenyuan for the last time.
The fallen leaves mourn with the wind and the evening, and the rain showers on the steps. Even though the old land is verdant and verdant, it is sad to dream.
It's not like people are old, and old feelings are still lingering. Shen Yuan was heartbroken in mourning, and burst into tears of lovesickness.
A western mountain crosses the palace wall, and the setting sun is covered by ten thousand layers of mist. Now the waves under the bridge are broken, it was once a pair of painted skins and shadows.
Wan'er, I love you! Wan'er, wish to be husband and wife forever!
wait for me. . . . . .
Gently close to your face, even though there are thousands of words, they all become silent, just to keep this moment.
I never want to say goodbye, and I never want to look forward to it, just because this endless missing will eventually cause sorrow.
If one day we have to say goodbye, if you have to give me a time limit, I hope it will be forever and ever!
? Time flies by and another year, thinking about the past is like a passing cloud, and secretly make a small wish: stay together in the coming year! 2008.6.29. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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