Several days passed.
Three days later, a unique wedding began.
The bride is Dong Yao and the groom is Mu Huanyu.
This was destined to be a lonely wedding with very few spectators, only Louis, Dong Yao's family and Mu Huanyu's family.
"That's enough. Marrying a paper man..."
"Well, let him be! You've seen Dong Yao before... Alas... She's such a lovesick kid, she just follows me..." Mu Huanyu's father interrupted the woman beside him with a trace of reluctance on his face. He glanced at Dong Yao's mother not far away and finally sighed.
"It's up to you? Haha, it's up to you if it's okay, right? Have some shame! It's clearly up to me." The woman next to him shouted with her hands on her hips.
"Okay, okay, it's up to you to let your child be infatuated. You're an adult but still act like a little girl." Mu Huanyu's father rolled his eyes and shook his head helplessly.
"Fortunately, we had a little son, otherwise your Mu family would have no descendants."
"Can you please say less?"
"Okay, okay, I'll talk to you when I get home."
To be honest, they had met Dong Yao and were very satisfied with her as their daughter-in-law.
But things are unpredictable, what a pity.
As the wedding gradually reached its climax, Mu's father and mother stopped talking and just watched quietly with a trace of heartache in their eyes.
Dong Yao's mother knew that she owed Mu Huanyu, and she felt that she should not implicate Mu Huanyu and waste her life.
But Mu Huanyu insisted on doing so, so she no longer tried to stop him.
After all, she also wants someone to take care of her in her old age.
Some people might say she was selfish, but what could she do? She had already been persuaded, so could she just let herself die?
In short, the wedding was not as romantic and harmonious as imagined, but only painful.
Louis opened a bag of wedding candy and put a candy into his mouth.
The taste of sugar bloomed in my mouth, "Strange..."
"Why? I remember it was sweet when I was a child, but I can't feel that kind of joy anymore..."
"That's right, people change. Maybe when you grow up, you won't like sweets anymore."
After Louis finished the wedding banquet, he left.
He walked on the busy street and felt it was a bit empty.
Xia Qianqing returned to the island city, but her parents' whereabouts are still unknown.
The day to go to Black City is getting closer and closer.
Louis walked on the wet street, his nose twitching slightly.
If the pungent smell of blood from the sewer had not still lingered in his nose, he would have thought that everything that happened in the past few days was just a dream.
But the dilapidated city and the sparse population around reminded him that it was not a dream.
After the war, there was no immediate dawn of hope. Instead, there was a long period of silence.
After all, too many people died that day, and too many people lost their family, loved ones and friends.
As he walked, he came to the [Peaceful Cemetery] and then stepped inside.
He came such a long way just to come here.
He should have come here earlier, but the guilt in his heart prevented him from looking directly at Xiaolu.
But he would be leaving soon, so he thought he should come and take a look.
"Xiaolu...Mom is here to see you."
The woman in a black dress placed a bamboo basket filled with bright red oranges in front of the tomb, and wiped the tears from her eyes with her fingertips, "It's so great..."
She peeled the orange peel with trembling hands, and the refreshing fragrance drifted in the wind, "The boy you secretly liked has now become a hero admired by the whole city. You always say that oranges are noble and can purify the haze, but in fact... you are talking about the boy who always pushes the wheelchair to accompany you to bask in the sun, right?"
The orange peel woman's trembling hands slowly peeled it open, and the crystal orange petals glowed slightly in her palms.
Her voice was still trembling: "You always say that you like to share it because you want to eat it bit by bit and like the sweetness; you say that you love the season when oranges are red because the sunset that the boy pushed you to face is just like this bright orange..."
The tears finally fell on the orange flesh with distinct peels. "My silly girl, how can you love oranges? You clearly love the boy who occasionally laughs with you..."
"It's just... He seems to have forgotten you. He hasn't even brought you a bouquet of flowers in half a year."
At the corner of the stairs, the footsteps stopped abruptly, as if blocked by an invisible wall.
Louis' heart began to beat faster and faster, and he was a little overwhelmed.
A cold feeling of guilt surged up from his tailbone, and Louis realized that he was holding on to the handrail beside him, barely able to stand.
Xiaolu...like me?
"Of course you don't know." With a crazy laugh that shook his skull, "After all, you were busy confessing to Wen Xiaolu, and busy telling Xia Qianqing 'I'll marry you in the future'——"
"Haha, tragedy? All the tragedies in the world can't describe your absurdity."
"Louis, you knew that nothing was right, but you chose to run away."
"You numbly want to escape from this relationship. You go to find Wen Xiaolu and tell Xia Qianqing that you will marry her. In fact, you have been running away the whole time! You are a complete coward!!!" This voice was like a cold sharp knife, tearing apart all of Louis' disguises and excuses.
"From the beginning to the end, you just wanted to escape from Xiaolu's feelings!!!"
"No, that's not the case..."
Louis argued weakly, his voice trembling.
"I don't know, I really don't know..." He tried to explain, but found that words were so pale and powerless.
"If you really weren't here, why didn't you come for so long? Why haven't you shown up yet?"
"Louis, give up escaping. In fact, it's nothing to calmly accept death and the fact that you have let down a girl." The voice was magnetic, like a cage that slowly lured its prey, tempting Louis to walk into the abyss.
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