The light outside the car window flickered, casting shadows into the bumpy car. In the changing light, she curled up into a ball, covered her face and cried silently. Tears flowed through her fingers and fell on her skirt. Zhao Pei's whole body shrank, like a wounded and helpless little animal. Zi Ye had never seen Zhao Pei so sad, but he could only look at her helplessly.
The carriage stopped, Ziye lifted the curtain, and they had already arrived at the gate of the mansion. But Zhao Pei was still sitting in the distance, motionless. Ziye called softly, "Miss..." Just as she was about to say something, the curtain was lifted, and she saw Zhao Jie, dressed in green, step into the carriage and wink at her.
Ziye had no choice but to nod, get out of the carriage and lower the curtain.
Zhao Pei felt like she was being embraced in a warm embrace, his pointed chin caressing her hair. His whisper reached her ears: "Okay, Pei Pei. Don't cry."
Zhao Pei felt bitter and unbearable in her heart. She clung to his clothes and said in a low voice: "Brother, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him..." She kept murmuring over and over again until her throat was dry and she could not make any sound. She loved him from the first time she saw him. She knew that this was the most beautiful and illusory dream in midsummer. He was the flower that she could never pick on the other side of her dream. This was a game of moths flying into the fire, but she was willing to burn herself for him.
But he was unwilling, or he didn't dare.
Zhao Jie hugged her tightly, holding her thin and trembling body tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his body, and said solemnly: "Brother understands, brother understands everything." But the prosperous fireworks were ultimately an illusion without reason, and behind it was annihilation. Pepe, you have to try to walk out, try to let go... .
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It's late autumn.
Those prosperous scenes are no longer there, gradually withering with the autumn wind, lonely in the red of late autumn. However, the general's mansion is bustling, and everything is surrounded by this red. Because today, Xu Kun's second daughter is going to get married, to the seventh prince Xiao Yi.
The Pearl and Jade Pavilion was filled with joy. Qingqing and the aunt sat in front of the mirror with Zhaopei on their arms, laughing and playing. It took them most of the day to finally step aside with satisfaction.
The old lady looked Zhao Pei up and down, smiling warmly: "Pei'er, open your eyes and look at yourself. Oh, you are as beautiful as a fairy."
Ruhua responded: "Madam, you are wrong. Our second young lady is a fairy." They smiled at each other, all of them were delighted. However, the bride who should have been the most shy and happy today was...
The face in the mirror is painted with the most gorgeous rouge, casting a faint pink cloud on her cheeks. The sunset in the farthest place is a peach blossom on her lips and teeth. The brightest in the blue sky is the pupil that carries a lake of water. The high eyelashes flutter lightly and tell the full feelings in the heart. All the beauty in the world seems to be poured into her eyebrows.
But those eyes were filled with sadness and loneliness that were difficult to conceal.
Her hair was covered with precious pearl hairpins and tassels, and a slight shake of her head would create a jingling sound of brilliant light. The phoenix crown was heavy, inlaid with various beautiful jades and jewels, and was priceless. She was wearing the most gorgeous fiery red wedding dress, and the scarlet skirt was embroidered with clusters of complicated patterns in gold thread. She could vaguely make out that they were blooming red lotuses, swaying and lifelike. A layer of gauze covered her skirt, making her whole body shrouded in red clouds, mysterious and hazy, but also more enchanting.
Zhao Pei looked at herself in the mirror, so beautiful and unfamiliar, and laughed at herself. She had always liked wearing red clothes, and had always dreamed of wearing such a wedding dress to marry the person of her dreams one day. She had also imagined herself looking shy and charming. But now, she was wearing the gorgeous clothes, but her heart was not at home.
"Second sister, you are so beautiful." Zhao Li stood aside, looking at the woman in red who looked like she had walked out of a painting with envy.
Zhao Pei put away her sad expression, turned around and looked at her with a smile: "Li'er will have such a day too. She will definitely be prettier than her sister then." I just hope that you don't end up like me, sad and lonely.
Zhao Li seemed to remember something after hearing this. Her face turned red, she stuck out her tongue and hid behind the old lady.
The old lady looked at the sky and smiled: "Okay, okay, it's almost time, Pei'er, hurry up and get on the sedan." Then she asked Ruhua and others to cover her with a red veil. Zhao Pei watched in silence as they covered her with the red veil, blocking her sight and her way.
The aunt's eyes were red, and she held her hand tightly: "Pei'er, don't forget me and your brothers and sisters. You must take good care of yourself in the future. Ruhua and Ziye will follow you. If you have any troubles, talk to them, don't keep them in your heart. Remember to come back often."
Zhao Pei, beneath the veil, was already in tears. She was so reluctant and helpless that she could only nod and say goodbye. She turned around, leaving them with a lonely and proud back.
The roar of firecrackers and festive music rang in her ears, noisy and clamorous, shaking her last few strands of strength. She was helped into the bridal sedan, and she suddenly felt that her life and dreams were ruined. Now, she was walking step by step towards Xiao Yi, the man she had never loved, a man she only felt deeply sorry for.
Is everything a destiny
Amid the cheers, tears flowed like a broken string. From now on, the Xu Zhaopei who didn't understand the world and liked to wear flashy red no longer existed. She is now the lovelorn woman, using the most gorgeous red to cover up the most sorrowful heart.
Deshi... For the last time, she silently recited his name in her heart, and suddenly many pictures appeared in her mind. Those pictures made her heart palpitate, heartbroken, sad, and heartbroken, but she could never forget them. I no longer love you because I can no longer love you.
From the moment she saw him, her so-called fate had already begun. The loneliness attached to her life was hidden in the longest night, and no one could understand her mind.
Those fleeting past, with a glance and a frown, who missed whom? The clear dream left no trace, in the end she left nothing but loss. (To be continued)