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Chapter 187 Red Wedding Dress

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    It was dusk, and looking out the window, it seemed that a piece of fairy veil had fallen from the sky on the mountains in the distance. The ten miles of auspicious clouds were like a scroll, covering the entire sky, and the clouds were too heavy to be blown by the wind.  , seemed to have applied some rouge from her daughter's house, and looked around at the family at the foot of the mountain with her red face, like a girl picking fruit on the edge of a mountain, unconsciously showing shame on her face when she saw her sweetheart.  Shy color.

    Gu Qingshui was sitting on a chair by the window, holding an insole in one hand, and an embroidery needle with long colored threads in the other, embroidering the embroidery on the insole for his beloved, while casually looking out the window  .

    The tree in the yard is a maple tree with few leaves. The thin branches are like the dry and stiff hands of the elderly in their seventies and eighties.  There are also fluttering red ribbons, which are tied to add a new festive atmosphere. The tree is old and the ribbons are new. Gu Qingshui can't see the skeleton-like tree end, but only sees the tree that is floating in the wind.  It seems that her heart is tied on the ribbon, looking down at all the fallen leaves and soil under her feet, she is so high, noble, elegant and carefree, free and happy like the colorful clouds in the sky.

    "Ah!" Gu Qingshui suddenly let out a soft moan, a sharp pain came from her fingers, she quickly retracted her gaze, and pulled back the thoughts that had been wandering outside.

    Looking down, I saw that my index finger, which was like white porcelain, was continuously oozing out blood drops. The shocking blood color suddenly appeared so abrupt and conspicuous between the smooth and white fingers.  It's like pearls pouring out of the clam meat, dripping on the insole that is being embroidered, just falling in the middle of the two mandarin ducks, just like a pair of mandarin ducks born for no reason.  It was like a blood-colored separation belt, like the one between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and the long river that was cut open by the Queen Mother with golden hairpins, deeply blocked in the middle.

    Gu Qingshui hastily put his blood-dripping finger into his mouth to relieve the pain. After a while, a strong smell of blood rushed from his mouth to her brain, and then into her body.  Between sniffs, the smell of blood made her frown involuntarily. The feeling of tasting human blood for the first time made her dizzy. It was obviously the first time, but she felt that she had experienced this many times.

    She was meditating secretly, when suddenly there was a knock on the door behind her, accompanied by the sound of "dong dong dong", which knocked her thoughts into fragments, and then slowly walked towards the door.  walked over.

    "Squeak" The door was gently opened, and there was a girl outside the room, Biyun who usually served her. These days, Gu Qingshui should not go out and walk around casually, so he would bring her dinner every day.  Pin asked her to make up her body, because this Biyun, her mother has been serving her by her side since she and He Yuwen got married, and it has been almost a month, so she has a lot of trust in her  No doubt about anything.

    "Miss, I've brought you dinner. Today I have pigeon soup." Biyun said softly, and came in through the door carefully carrying something.

    "Why did you come here now? I'm starving to death." Gu Qingshui complained, as soon as Biyun put those fragrant and steaming meals on the table, Gu Qingshui didn't care about himself as a lady  Improving the etiquette image, she sat down around the table, ate and drank, she didn't look like a lady at all, and she looked very hungry.

    It didn't take long for the four dishes and one soup on the table to be completely wiped out by her, just like after a gust of wind and rain, the sand on the concrete floor was washed clean, and Gu Qingshui was satisfied only after eating.  Leaving the table, he stroked his belly, poured another cup of tea from the teapot, drank it leisurely, and then told Biyun to put away the things.

    After Biyun left, Gu Qingshui sat on the chair in front of his window again, picked up the pair of insoles that were about to be finished, and started to embroider again, holding the small embroidery needle in his hand, like a needle that suddenly landed in spring  A thread, like a transparent and light continuous rain line, quickly shuttles through the colorful garden, embroidering the colorful flower garden with more dazzling colors, and embroidering the spring flower garden with more flowers like brocades.  And the embroidery needle under her hands is embroidering her flickering love, hoping that it can bloom on the pale fabric, even if it is only trampled under his noble feet.

    At this time, the twilight outside the window has been completely covered by the black satin cloth. There is only an unbreakable black line left on the colorful cloth, just like the spare ink in a landscape painting.  All the ink was poured on it, and it was hard to wipe it off.net.  Looking carefully in the sky, it seems that there are still stars shining, a moon with an old light, I don¡¯t know how many times it has been shining, and the old tricks are repeated to show off its cleanliness and coldness.

    Gu Qingshui was a little upset, it seemed that there was a dull anger in his chest, and he couldn't get it up or swallow it, but there was no trace of it, probably because it seemed that the blood-stained cloth would not go away no matter how he repaired it.  It didn't help, it just stood there motionless, no matter how you looked at it, it was awkward, like a little green paint suddenly dripped down on the painted red plum blossoms, the dry bone red plum was originally leafless, but it just stalked  The ones are there to upset and elevate you.

    "Bang" With a loud noise, Gu Qingshui looked at the pair of insoles that were a mess made by herself more and more. Fortunately, she threw them back into the embroidered plate, and didn't want to move any more. She couldn't bear it in her heart.  To ordinary people, it is just a little flaw, but in her eyes, it is an unforgivable failure, even a heinous crime.

    After throwing away the broken things, Gu Qingshui got up gently again, walked towards her wardrobe, opened the sandalwood wardrobe, and carefully took out the excellent red wedding dress that she kept.  , the wedding dress was folded meticulously by her, without a single trace of folds, as delicate and careful as protecting an already rare treasure.  A wedding dress like a red rose blooming in spring will brighten her mood and make her feel better.

    Gu Qingshui took the bright red wedding dress and tried it on in front of the full-length mirror. The red dress under the bright light made her face more attractive. Perhaps women are naturally suitable for bright red, just like a young girl  It is the white moonlight of the sweetheart, and when the rose in the heart matures, it becomes the cinnabar mole in that person's heart when it blooms. The red color makes her even more charming and charming, which is the charm and posture that a mature woman should have.

    Maybe it's because from ancient times to the present, women have always had an irresistible allure to Huanxi's new clothes, or maybe they have a special love for that dress because of its unique meaning, so Gu Qingshui wanted to try it on in advance.  That dress, she took off the light-colored skirt with great interest, and slowly put on the blood-red wedding dress in front of the full-length mirror.  The red wedding dress seemed to be tailor-made for her by nature. The silk fabric, the exquisite embroidery, the exquisite buttons, and the well-tailored lines seemed to be all made for it.  Her body is so suitable, just like the Guanghan Palace in the moon seems to be born for Chang'e.

    After putting on her clothes, Gu Qingshui sat upright in front of the dressing table, staring intently at her charming self in the mirror, with willow eyebrows like Shandai and a nose with jade ridges, and a small mouth that seemed to contain cherries.  The cheeks on both sides were cut like rouge made by the red clouds from the sky, lightly dyed on the face, making her more charming and gentle.

    While intoxicated and immersed in his own world, while entertaining himself, Gu Qingshui suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, as if something was churning up and down in his stomach.  Gu Qingshui didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that he had eaten something bad, and the pain was not particularly serious, and it was within his tolerance range, so he didn't care too much, so he covered his lower abdomen, thinking about going back to bed  Would it be better to lie down for a while, then he staggered out of the chair and walked towards his bed step by step.

    The bed in Gu Qingshui's room is an antique carved wooden bed made of pure golden nanmu.  Climbed to the bed with difficulty, lay down on his side, closed his eyes slightly and took a rest.

    But after lying down for a while, Gu Qingshui didn't feel any better, instead the pain became more obvious, from a burst of twitching pain to a continuous pain, and it got worse each time, as if something was breaking  In her belly, she was pierced with a small long needle again and again. The pain became more and more severe, so that she could no longer maintain her composure. After a while, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat as big as beans, and cold sweat dripped down her back.  It kept coming out, the excessive tumbling pain made her roll involuntarily, clutching her lower abdomen, rolling left and right, her body crouched and curled up like a fish that was salvaged from the water, non-stop  Turning the dying body.

    Gu Qingshui's hairline was wet with sweat, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper without a trace of life, his lips were pale and slightly opened and closed, like a fish that was always on the verge of death, trying to breathe hard  With that pungent cool air.

    "Come here, is there anyone, is there anyone" Gu Qingshui exhausted all her strength, screaming hoarsely, calling for help, but her voice was too small to break through the layers of cold air  , passed to the ears of others, the wind outside the window was still whistling and beating those bare tree trunks, making some weird noises, no one heard the tragic cry for help, just like no one heard the last bird in the late autumn  The chilling cry of a bereaved cicada.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)She screamed hoarsely, calling for help, but her voice was too small to break through the layers of cold air and reach the ears of others. The wind outside the window was still howling and beating the bare tree trunks  , making some weird noises, no one heard the tragic cry for help, just like no one heard the cry of the last chilling cicada that lost its partner in the late autumn.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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