In the early morning, the thick fog has not yet dispersed, and the buds that have just been extracted from the soil are stained with a drop of dew.
The sun shines down and diffuses through the fog, bringing a hint of vitality.
Duan Zhen moved his steps and opened the wooden door of his house.
"Dad, why did you get up?"
Some fat babies with minor injuries were rubbing their eyes and shouting on the bed.
"Shang'er, be good, dad goes out for a walk, you can sleep a little longer."
Duan Zhen touched the child's hair and covered him with the quilt.
Then, he walked straight out of the house.
After closing the door, Duan Zhen looked at the sky and sighed softly.
He had imagined countless times what kind of child he would have in the future.
Will this child be a boy or a girl?
When he was on Earth in his previous life, he had reached the point of discussing marriage, so he naturally thought about this issue.
If it is a boy, then he must try his best to buy a house for his son.
It doesn’t have to be big, but it must be there.
If it is a girl, then he must try his best to give his daughter the best life.
The girl's family grew up wealthy and had seen the world. When she grew up, she would not be easily deceived by some gangsters.
Of course, there should be no vanity and comparison mentality.
This was Duan Zhen's request for himself back then.
If there is a child, no matter male or female, he will have to work harder than before.
It's a pity that he didn't get the chance to implement it.
After arriving at Qingyuan Realm, he had no plans in this regard.
When you grow up from a baby state again, your mentality will naturally change.
It can be said that this idea of getting married and having children will never arise again.
Unexpectedly, this time when I came to the world of Xiantian Wu Tai, I would have an extra relationship and a son.
"Anxiu...don't be hurt..."
Duan Zhen slowly left his house and walked towards the back hill of Gujiazhuang.
He did not go to find any Taichu recorder, nor did he inquire about any relevant information. Instead, he walked to the back mountain.
This is a cemetery.
It was late autumn at this time, and the morning was still a bit cold.
The wind with some moisture blew gently.
Duan Zhen slowly walked to a new monument that had just been built, looked at the big characters on the monument, and was speechless for a moment.
Those words were deeply imprinted on the stone tablet. He dragged his exhausted body and used all his strength to carve them word by word.
"The tomb of my beloved wife Anxiu."
Duan Zhen stretched out his palm hesitantly and touched the stone tablet, touching the traces of these words.
He lingered on the word Anxiu for a long time.
"Axiu..."
Duan Zhen closed his eyes, as if recalling the wife who had been with him for five years.
Gradually, subconsciously, memories of Gu Jiu's personality came to mind one after another:
"The groom is here to pick up the bride!"
In the haziness, heroic shouts rose in my ears.
What followed was a continuous, one after another noisy sound.
Although noisy, it was all festive.
Duan Zhen felt like he was sitting astride a fine horse. With anxiety and expectation in his heart, he stared at the road that was about to be completed in front of him.
At the end of the road is the wife's natal home.
"Lao Jiu, get off your horse and enter the house! Don't be stunned!"
Duan Zhen was in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had arrived.
Fortunately, a clan brother saw his lack of concentration and immediately reminded him behind him.
He quickly jumped off the horse, looking left and right, and he didn't know where to put his hands.
"Hold the bride opposite to our sedan, remember to use gentle force, don't be clumsy!"
"Why is Ninth Brother's face red? Hey, why is it turning green again? Ha! It's turned white now!"
"Stop laughing at Old Nine, hurry up, hurry up, let's get ready!"
Duan Zhen felt his ears ringing, but under the continued cheering of the tribesmen, he understood what he should do.
He straightened his clothes and walked into the woman's door.
Opposite there was also a large group of people in jubilant clothes, all looking at me with smiles.
"Axiu..."
Duan Zhen paused and then saw a man wearing a red hijab who was being helped out by a female family member.
He felt that his heartbeat was speeding up at this moment, and his breathing was a little short.
"Come up quickly!"
The people of the same clan behind him saw that he was in a daze again and couldn't help but shout in a low voice.
Duan Zhen took a few more steps, approaching the bride with a somewhat frivolous pace.
He stretched out a hand, wanting to take the bride directly, but was immediately opened by the surrounding female relatives.
"There are wedding candies and money!"
The female family members chattered, with a hint of blame in their words.
This made Duan Zhen's face turn redder.
He quickly took out the broken silver wedding candies that he had prepared long ago from his sleeves and handed them to everyone.
After a long quarrel, these female relatives let Duan Zhen go.
Then, he gently hugged the bride in front of him.
"Dong dong dong dong!"
Duan Zhen's heart trembled as soon as Duan Zhen's graceful body came into contact.
He felt that his heart was beating very fast, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
"Dan Hong!"
After picking up the bride, Duan Zhen didn't have time to realize it for long before the male relatives of the bride's family pressed down on her shoulders.
Then, beds of large red flower quilts weighing eighteen kilograms were placed on his shoulders.
Because he still had to hold the bride in his arms and put ten flower quilts on his back, Duan Zhen immediately set up a stake to stabilize his figure.
This is a danhong that symbolizes happiness and is also a etiquette for receiving relatives.
Every groom should hold the bride in his arms while being covered with flower quilts on his shoulders.
In this process, the longer the groom persists, the more flowers and quilts he carries, and the more stable he holds the bride, it symbolizes the prosperity of his future life.
Of course, carrying ten beds of flower quilts is the upper limit, which represents perfection, and no more is needed.
Duan Zhen quickly passed the test of carrying the bride, and with the sincere words of the bride's father and mother, she successfully carried the bride in her arms into his sedan chair.
"Brother Ninth, thank you for your hard work."
Before leaving the sedan chair, the person who had been hugged by him suddenly spoke softly.
Her voice made Duan Zhen's heart tremble.
But just as he was about to say something, he was urged to get on the horse and had to leave.
After that, they returned to Gujiazhuang, which was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.
After stepping over the brazier, which symbolizes dispelling evil spirits, they began to pray three times to heaven, earth, high hall, and husband and wife.
Duan Zhen didn't return to the bridal chamber until the guests and hosts had had enough wine and food.
"Brother Ninth...you are drunk..."
In front of the red couch, a shy voice sounded, causing Duan Zhen, who was already a little drunk, to wake up suddenly.
He stirred up his energy and blood to disperse the alcohol, and tremblingly opened the bride's hijab, finally seeing the person he had longed for.
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The past events are accompanied by a breeze, blowing gently, blowing the eyes.
Duan Zhen slowly opened his eyes, and the scene of flowers and candles in the wedding room gradually dissipated in his heart.
The beauty is no longer there, there are only a few cold stone characters in front of her.
The tomb of his beloved wife Anxiu.
"Axiu..."
Duan Zhen sighed and was speechless for a long time.
He stood in front of the tombstone for another whole day, and then turned back and left at sunset.
When the autumn wind blows, who is sighing?
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