An oil-paper umbrella painted in pastel ink is propped up overhead.

Under the umbrella, the young man in red carried the woman in the white dress on his back and walked forward slowly but firmly.

The fine and dense rain slipped down the edge of the oil-paper umbrella, and the faint mist filled the air, and the whole city was filled with a moist smell.

Fenghua put his arms around the young man's neck, still holding an umbrella in his hand, and said: "I don't know when this rain will stop, it's better not to go out on rainy days in the future, otherwise it will definitely frighten others, but it's a pity......"

"What a pity."

"I like rainy days."

The rain that falls all over the world seems to wash away all the darkness and filth in the world.

She reached out, but in the end she only stopped at the edge of the umbrella.

A finger's distance.

Wei Qingci caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly paused, and then his voice seemed to come through the rain curtain: "...... Have you ever thought about reincarnation? ”

*

Sixteen years later.

In Jinling City, a big red lantern is hung in front of the door of the Xiangfang Rouge Shop, and the big red word is pasted.

Someone passed by and couldn't help asking, "What kind of happy event is this?" ”

The little guys in the rouge shop replied happily: "Wei Gongzi, the owner of our century-old rouge shop in Jinling, is going to get married!" ”

"Congratulations."

"I don't know which beautiful lady you married?"

Someone is well-informed, and said with a smug face:

"—Chengxi Mei's family, Miss Rouge."

Rouge, plum rouge.

This name seems a little familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere.

If someone recalls carefully at this time, they will remember that sixteen years ago, the court of the Southern Song Dynasty experienced a change, the last of the seven crimes of the former Zhongcheng Lord Wei Zhang against the traitor Wei Song, and his murdered fiancée was called Mei Rouge.

Time is always a memorable medicine, and there are not many people who can still remember it.

People now only know that Wei Gongzi, the owner of the century-old rouge shop in Jinling City, is about to marry the bride named Mei Rouge. And I don't know that the fiancée of the former Zhongcheng is also called this name.

However, happy events are always happy.

On that day, there were many people who came to see the excitement, and the streets of Jinling City were surrounded by people.

The silver was exchanged for copper coins and thrown out all the way, everyone smiled on their faces, and said congratulatory words in their mouths, until the big red sedan chair entered the rouge shop-

"This Wei Gongzi is very young."

"I feel like he was like this sixteen years ago, he really has a skill in rejuvenation, and he has a skill in rejuvenation."

"Isn't that nonsense? People are open rouge shops, and learn about the secret recipe of the ancestral rejuvenation. ”

……

Night.

The guests who came to eat the wine were all sent back, the young man was dressed in a big red robe, his skin was like beautiful jade, and his snow-white and delicate cheeks were dyed with a thin crimson color of drunkenness, which made him look more and more stunning.

The bride in everyone's mouth did not sit uprightly on the bed covered with red dates and longan lotus seeds like an ordinary woman, obediently waiting for her husband to lift the red hijab.

Rather—

The woman who lifted the red hijab and took off the phoenix crown, with her long black hair draped behind her shoulders, sat in front of the table of the Eight Immortals, poured a glass of wine with a pot, shook the cup casually in her hand, and tasted it slowly.

Seeing the young man push the door in, he greeted him like a master, and raised his delicate chin, "It's finally here, sit." ”

Wei Celadon closed the door with his backhand, walked over slowly and leisurely, and sat down beside her, carrying a faint wine smell like Lan Fei musk.

It's extraordinarily tempting.