The figure reflected in the bronze mirror remained silent. After a moment, Huaiyu, tinged with a cold and melancholy air, moved slightly, opened his eyes, and looked at Tang Yu with a hint of nostalgia and a deep sense of reluctance. His clear fingertips slowly caressed the cinnabar spot on his forehead, but the bright red camellia made his hands look even more delicate and fair.
Tang Yu subconsciously felt that Huaiyu didn't look happy, so he frowned and wanted to ask, but Huaiyu spoke first:
"It looks good. I like it very much."
Huaiyu raised the corners of her eyes with a faint smile, still showing the gentle and peaceful look that Tang Yu was familiar with. This almost made Tang Yu doubt whether he had felt wrong just now.
But he always felt something was wrong.
No one would spoil the fun by asking questions at this time, so Tang Yu accepted Huaiyu's praise quite naturally, and even mentioned:
“I’ve been drawing since I was a kid.”
Well, he has been drawing yellow talismans since he was a child.
But when Huaiyu heard his words, her gentle expression suddenly became dangerous, and she narrowed her eyes, revealing that she was not easy to deceive: "Are you used to painting?"
A gentle voice drifted over like the wind. Tang Yu, realizing something was wrong, immediately took emergency shelter:
"Yes, I'm used to drawing talismans. Even though this is my first time drawing flower ornaments, you can still tell that this is the result of years of accumulation of brushwork."
Tang Yu remained calm and told the story with reason and evidence.
Huaiyu chuckled, finally dispelling the danger signal.
He stood up slowly, walked to Tang Yu, took her arm affectionately, and said slowly:
"Come with me today to meet my family."
"After all, we are already married. We can't hide it like this, as if it's shameful for others to see it."
Tang Yu nodded: "Okay."
For such irresistible things, simply saying "yes" is the most appropriate choice.
Although he didn't know how he would meet Huaiyu's family, why should he care so much?
Tang Yu still hasn't forgotten that when he first hooked up with Huaiyu, Huaiyu also sighed -
"If my father and mother were still alive, they would definitely think that I was rebelling against the orthodoxy and violating common moral principles."
In fact, Tang Yu could still understand it very well. After all, Huaiyu came from a scholarly family and practiced the word "moderation" almost day and night. No matter what she said, it seemed impossible for Huaiyu to choose to be with a man.
But is there anything in the world that remains unchanged?
Just as Huaiyu said at that time——
"But if my father and mother were still alive, I wouldn't be able to look away from you when I see you."
"I like things like this, so I just do what I want."
A faint smile appeared on Tang Yu's lips, and then he followed Huaiyu and left cooperatively.
As the daylight faded, Huaiyu and Tang Yu entered the Huai family's ancestral hall. It was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through the narrow windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor. As Tang Yu entered, he was immediately aware of the faint scent of sandalwood. Perhaps because he knew of the tragic deaths of the Huai family, he felt no peace, but rather a heaviness.
Fresh flowers and fruits were placed on the altar in front of the ancestral hall, and the incense and candles were swaying but never extinguished. Above them were brand new and densely packed tablets.
Except Huaiyu, everyone else's name was left on the rosewood tablet.
The powerful strokes seemed to carve each name deep into the wood. Tang Yu only took a quick glance and knew it was Huaiyu's handwriting.
Seeing Huaiyu kneeling down, Tang Yu lifted his robe and knelt on the ground without any hesitation.
"Father, Mother, now that I'm married, I've brought my husband here to meet you two." Even while kneeling, Huaiyu's slender waist remained incredibly straight. He stared intently at his parents' tablets, as if he were actually seeing their faces and smiles. Speaking of Tang Yu, Huaiyu spoke softly, slowly turning sideways to look at him.
Seeing this, Tang Yu kowtowed three times, and then, under Huaiyu's persuasive gaze, he gritted his teeth and shouted—
"Father, father, mother, I am Huaiyu's husband..."
Why are the words so shameful?
Tang Yu tried hard to suppress the strange feeling in his heart and continued, "Please rest assured, I will take good care of Huaiyu."
To be honest, Tang Yu didn't think about what he said at this moment. It was as if he was kneeling there and the words just came out of his mouth.
But regardless of whether he thought about it or not, Tang Yu didn't think his words were just nice words or empty talk. He thought, he must be serious.
But Huaiyu didn't think so.
He looked at Tang Yu quietly, knowing clearly in his heart that he couldn't bear to hear the sweet words from Tang Yu's mouth, but he still couldn't help but feel happy about Tang Yu's promise, and even let the numb sweetness flow through his heart.
That's fine.
Huaiyu lowered his eyes, stood up, pulled Tang Yu up and handed him a few incense sticks.
After taking it, Tang Yu followed Huaiyu's movements and bowed three times. When he slowly stood up after the last bow, Tang Yu raised his eyes and inadvertently swept across an empty tablet without a name written on it among the many tablets.
Tang Yu's hands trembled slightly. Although there was no change in his expression, he had a bad feeling in his heart.
And it must be related to Huaiyu.
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