Chapter 4: Urban Supernatural Fiction (Red and White Comedy) 04: The Bridal Chamber…
She didn't really want to go in.
This was the first thought that came to Song Qingqing's mind when she saw the door.
So with this idea in mind, Song Qingqing pursed her lips and turned away without thinking, even opening the door of the house and walking out.
But whether it was because she was lost or because she didn't want to go in, she kept going around and around and came back to this door.
And no matter which road you take, there will be thick fog in front of you, just like the ghost wall mentioned in the novel.
Song Qingqing was a little out of breath after walking for who knows how long. She squatted on the ground and looked up. The door in front of her was still closed, as if it was determined to wait for her to open it.
She withdrew her gaze, squatted on the spot and drew a circle with her finger.
Why do you have to meet?
Although there was quite a lot of money in the red envelopes, and it wasn't paper money, the red envelopes were gone, and I didn't get the money...
After squatting for a while, the girl sighed and stood up resignedly.
Song Qingqing gave up struggling and pushed the door in front of her open.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the door, I saw Grandma Li with a smile on her face. Her smile was very festive, but a little weird. Even the wrinkles on her old face were wrinkled together with laughter.
Song Qingqing was startled and subconsciously walked out the door, but the door behind her had already closed silently.
Grandma Li, dressed in red and black, came over and took her to the hall, finally stopping in front of several carved wooden boxes that were carried in on shoulder poles.
Granny Li lifted the red cloth, revealing gold ingots and various pearl and jade jewelry. She smiled and said to Song Qingqing, "Qingqing, take a look at the gifts I've prepared. Are you satisfied?"
The bride and the festive red...
Song Qingqing couldn't help but think of the ghost bride in the plot outline.
So, she is going to meet the heroine Wen Yuxi?
However, in the original owner's memory, Wen Yuxi clearly possessed her and then left the ancient town. There was no such thing as a meeting at all...
When the girl thought about having to face the ghost head-on, her face turned pale and her breathing trembled slightly.
After looking at the gift box, Granny Li smiled kindly and took Song Qingqing to the door behind the hall. Before leaving, she reminded her, "Qingqing, go in quickly. The girl is waiting for you inside."
The old man's hand was still clenched around hers, and he looked kind, but Song Qingqing had no chance of breaking free.
After she finished speaking, Grandma Li walked out.
Song Qingqing glanced at the empty main hall behind her, turned around, put her hand on the door, hesitated for a while, and finally pushed it open.
In a room decorated in an old-fashioned style, the bride, wearing a bright red wedding dress with gold embroidery, sat on the edge of the bed with her skirt spread out.
The entire room was illuminated by the dim red light of the old-fashioned dragon and phoenix candles on the table. In the hazy light, one could vaguely see that the bride was very tall.
Song Qingqing observed silently and couldn't help but start to daydream.
If the heroine is so tall, how tall should Shen Zhe, the hero's adopted brother, be?
The face beneath the red silk cloth was pale and gorgeous, with bright red lipstick on her lips and long, thick eyelashes lightly closed, like a finely carved doll.
Hearing the creaking sound of the door opening, Wen Yuxi slowly opened his eyes, his black eyes were bottomless.
The girl moved cautiously, little by little, towards where the bride was sitting, and it was obvious that she was reluctant.
Wen Yuxi waited patiently, silently, without even breathing.
The closer Song Qingqing got to the bride, the stronger the familiar chilling feeling became.
Only one step away from the ghost, Song Qingqing plucked up her courage, closed her eyes, stretched out her hand towards the red veil of the figure, and prepared to peel it off in one go. The momentum was as if she was peeling off a wanted poster.
Wen Yuxi: “…”
The golden scale rod was placed on a copper tray nearby.
Which bride’s veil would be removed so roughly?
Wen Yuxi didn't say anything, her red lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were dark.
Then, Song Qingqing's hand was fixed by a damp and cold breath, and turned to the copper tray beside her.
The meaning was very clear. She had to follow the rules and use the golden scale to lift the red veil.
Covered with a red veil, Song Qingqing assumed that the bride could not see her expression. She wrinkled her nose, but obediently picked up the golden scale.
The light red silk cloth was lifted up by the golden scale rod, revealing the beautiful face with delicate eyebrows and eyes under the veil.
The candlelight flickered slightly, and the ghost bride sat next to the candle, without any shadow.
But one can tell at a glance that she was a beauty, so beautiful that it is a pity, and she died with such resentment.
The evil ghost with picturesque eyebrows tilted his head and looked up at the girl and smiled, showing the shyness that a bride should have.
Song Qingqing was frightened by the ghostly aura and resentment emanating from Wen Yuxi, and she also felt very cold, as if her hands and feet were falling into an icy cave. However, she did not dare to show it, and tried hard to keep her voice from shaking when she spoke.
"Sister, you are so beautiful."
After hearing this, Wen Yuxi raised his eyes and met the girl's eyes.
The light and clear tea color allows you to see through your little thoughts at a glance.
The fingertips holding the red silk cloth were still trembling slightly, and her neck was slender, white, fragile and beautiful.
If the Yin energy in him was a little stronger, he would be able to kill her.
The evil ghost who died tragically couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.
Little liar.
The fear in her eyes was clearly about to overflow, but her voice was as soft as water when she praised his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and she even trembled uncontrollably, like ripples on the water.
Maybe it was because she was too nervous, but Song Qingqing felt as if she could smell a faint scent of sandalwood, but the scent was a bit dark, damp, and erratic.
This made Song Qingqing unconsciously think of the sandalwood coffin buried under the soil.
She was even more frightened by her own strange association.
Suddenly, a gong sounded outside the door, breaking the silence of the night sky.
Then came the shrill voice, as if someone was shouting at the top of their lungs.
"Pray for a good match three times, divine an auspicious time, and drink a cup of wine together. May your love last forever, and may the netherworld flow through us year after year."
Song Qingqing looked out the window and saw a lot of vague shadows swaying outside the paper-pasted window, like slender ghosts, urging something in a somewhat harsh voice.
As if sensing that there was no movement in the house, the windows were suddenly banged by the strange presence.
It seemed as if he would open the window and rush in at any second.
During this time, Wen Yuxi kept observing the trembling girl standing beside the bed with a gentle and harmless smile.
After watching for a long time, the bride sitting quietly on the edge of the bed stretched out her hand. Her cold, pale and slender hand grasped Song Qingqing's slender and warm wrist, and pulled her into her arms.
The sudden biting coldness from behind scared Song Qingqing so much that she almost jumped up.
But she couldn't jump up at all, because the hand around her waist was as cold as shackles, holding her tightly.
Wen Yuxi casually picked up a glass of wine from the table. The glass was small and delicate, filled with clear wine.
The wine glass touched her lips gently.
Song Qingqing opened her mouth subconsciously, and the icy wine poured in. It was so cold and spicy that it choked her and made her cough.
She coughed so much that the corners of her eyes and the tips of her ears turned red. She had no time to care where she was. She curled up in the ghost bride's arms, her slender figure trembling with every cough, looking very pitiful.
The ghost bride, who had been dead for who knows how long, was very patient. She waited quietly for Song Qingqing to recover before she took her hand and held the wine glass to her red lips.
Song Qingqing, with tears still in her eyes, finally came to her senses and saw the indescribably beautiful scene before her.
The bride, as cold as a corpse, lowered her head, took the wine glass in Song Qingqing's hand, and drank the wine in the glass.
Her pale face and bright red lips made her look like a ghost that had died long ago.
Perhaps realizing that the wine didn't taste good, Wen Yuxi's delicate brows slightly frowned.
It seemed that I understood why Song Qingqing coughed like that just now.
Seeing that the ghost was thinking about something, Song Qingqing carefully got off Wen Yuxi's lap and stood still.
After drinking, Wen Yuxi frowned and thought about what to do after meeting the person.
Although he had been dead for many years, he was still a young man when he died and he didn't know how to treat guests.
His patience was exhausted from thinking, and Wen Yuxi raised his head with a frown, ready to ask the girl standing next to him where she wanted to go.
This was Song Qingqing's first time drinking alcohol, and her mind was a little confused. She opened her misty tearful eyes and met Wen Yuxi's gaze blankly, as if she could tell what he wanted to ask her, and asked the evil spirit softly, her words shocking.
"Are we going to have our wedding night now? No wedding ceremony."
Now, even the ghost mediums who were making a lot of noise outside the house quieted down.
Suddenly, Wen Yuxi became the one who remained silent.
The images and sounds from many years ago flashed through his mind, the shrill cries, the feeling of being buried and suffocated... Wen Yuxi closed his eyelashes slightly, and a gloom suddenly appeared between his brows.
He had already died tragically in this ridiculous and absurd ritual, and instinctively hated it, so how could he let others suffer the same?
Wen Yuxi's voice was a little cold, but it was not directed at the girl in front of him.
"Do you know what it means to worship in the hall?"
The noise was very noisy, and a flash of hostility passed through his eyes. He originally just wanted to see her here, but those things took the initiative and did a lot of unnecessary things to make Song Qingqing distracted, which really annoyed him.
At the same time, the ghosts singing the blessings outside the window seemed to be strangled by the neck, and their voices fell silent in an instant.
But Song Qingqing, who was dizzy, didn't understand the meaning of his question. She looked at him blankly with her moist eyes.
However, Wen Yuxi also remembered what the bridal chamber meant.
He chuckled.
Is she not afraid of ghosts anymore?
Originally, Wen Yuxi was just not surprised that the girl born in the Yin period was targeted by the resentful spirits and evil ghosts in the town.
After all, no ghost would not covet food that is full of yin energy.
But this little bit of Yin energy is just a drop in the bucket for him, and Wen Yuxi doesn't intend to take it.
She is such a playful person, it would be nice for her to stay in the town with him. The years of wandering in the ancient town are a bit lonely.
Seeing that Song Qingqing didn't seem to understand what he meant, Wen Yuxi's eyes darkened slightly, but he smiled shyly and said.
"Don't worry about those guys being so inhospitable. I was just afraid of scaring you... so I wanted to meet you here in my original form before death."
The alcohol made Song Qingqing's thinking a little slow. She realized belatedly that she had asked such a straightforward question because she had thought too much. The heat instantly spread from behind her ears to the side of her neck, and her pale face turned red.
"But, the bridal chamber?"
Although it is a fierce ghost, its voice is exceptionally soft and pleasant, its pronunciation is clear, and its speaking speed is neither fast nor slow, as if it is asking a sincere question.
Wen Yuxi raised his eyes to look at the slender girl, his eyes as dark as ink, and whispered: "I was about twelve years old when I died, and I didn't know a lot of things..."
As he spoke, the evil ghost in wedding clothes shook his head like a confused child and continued, "I didn't know that entertaining guests requires a bridal chamber."
"Can you teach me what a bridal chamber is?"
He spoke in a confused tone, asking questions softly, and when he mentioned that he died at the age of twelve, his blank expression made people feel soft-hearted.
Song Qingqing is no exception.
But of course, it was impossible for her to really teach the heroine what a bridal chamber is.
She struggled to understand Wen Yuxi's words with her drunken mind. Even if she really wanted to teach him, she couldn't, because she didn't have anything.
However, Song Qingqing felt that maybe she could touch the poor heroine and comfort her.
Song Qingqing took a small step forward, and then she realized that her legs were numb from standing for too long, and she stumbled forward.
She was about to fall to the ground, but Song Qingqing threw herself straight into Wen Yuxi's cold arms.
The evil spirit lowered his eyes, and stared at the girl close to him in his arms with his dark eyes.
The girl has a slim figure but a warm body temperature, and she feels warm and soft when hugged.
Song Qingqing supported herself with her hands and climbed up. Looking at Wen Yuxi, who was as dazed as a puppet, she stretched out her hands and gently hugged Wen Yuxi's neck, letting him lean on her arms.
"Well, the bridal chamber probably means, cuddle and then sleep together?"
The girl's tone was soft, as if she was coaxing a child, but she herself didn't believe what she said.
Wen Yuxi said nothing, sneered in his heart, but his hands frankly pressed Song Qingqing into his arms.
A cold ghost, clinging tightly to a warm person.
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