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On the day Qin Jianjia married Bai Heng, the whole city of Qinzhou was watching her jokes.

Her father, Qin Zhengfeng, was the top scholar and prime minister before his death, and was the pride of the whole city of Qinzhou. But she was embarrassed and insisted on marrying fortune teller Bai Heng, instead of giving up countless aristocratic sons who admired her after her father died and her mother went crazy.

Do you think life is like opera? A rich girl falls in love with a poor and talented person, works hard and enjoys her career and love. Are you lucky that they finally got along? Come on, you can kill yourself before the talent gets ahead.

This is the truest feeling of Qinzhou women about healthy marriage. Maybe their background is not as good as Jian Jian's, but in the matter of getting married, they feel that they have won Jian Jian.

It's a pity that such a beautiful girl took advantage of the fortune teller today. Bai Heng is the object of common hatred among men in the city. They stared at the shabby little sedan chair with red satin flowers on the edge of the restaurant, on the street and in every corner, wondering why no one robbed their relatives.

02

Jia Jian sat in the sedan chair, trembling, staring at his hand on his leg with his eyes under the red gauze, muttering, "Nine hundred and eighty, nine hundred and eighty-one ..."

She turned a deaf ear to other people's comments. There was no lively beating in front of the sedan chair. Bai Heng can only give her this red sedan chair now.

She wanted to pay for the wedding herself, but Bai Heng didn't want to and wouldn't let her bring a dowry. He said, that's enough.

She knew Bai Heng was just afraid that she would have another dispute with the clan because of herself. After all, in order to marry him, she abandoned her relatives. Even the mother who was insane because of her father's death was left in the clan by her uncle.

I got married today, and no one at home gave me a gift. From now on, there will only be Bai Heng.

When the sedan chair left the city, two miles away from a small courtyard in the suburbs, the eyes and voices of those men, women and children finally disappeared. The fields were quiet and seemed calm.

But when Jia Jian counted to 8,500, the sedan chair suddenly stopped bumping.

"here?" Jia Jian asked softly, only the slight sound of warm wind blowing the curtain of the sedan chair responded to her.

Jane, who didn't hear the answer, thumped in her heart, raised her hand, pulled off the veil and opened the car curtain.

However, the eyes are full of darkness. Hardly had she poked her head out when she was caught in a black cloth bag. The long-awaited bride snatching has finally arrived.

03

I didn't struggle when I was shouldered by the bad guys. I don't know whether I am calm or afraid.

A good play is being staged, but it's a pity that the jokers didn't catch up, and there is nowhere to find the sedan chair bearers.

The scent of Gleditsia sinensis lingered on the tip of the nose, and the cockroach began to feel bumpy again, but the man's shoulders were much smoother than those of a sedan chair. She smiled in the dark and then counted out loudly: "Eight thousand five hundred and one, eight thousand five hundred and two ..."

Every time she counts, the bad guys stop. Every time the bad guys eat, the louder she counts.

When he counted to 9988, Jia Jian heard the dull and decadent sound of the wooden door, but the dog inside the door was barking, but he was obviously excited! They seem to be welcoming her.

Jia Jian laughed out loud, and even the counting voice was full of smiles.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine." The last number was counted by the bad guys themselves. The words sound just fell and Jia Jiangang sat on the bed smoothly.

The room is full of fresh bamboo fragrance mixed with a touch of acacia. You don't need to see it. As you know, Bai Heng cut bamboo to make a lot of new furniture and starched sheets at home.

"Enough playing, stop playing!" She muttered to herself, and took off the black cloth bag without waiting for Bai Heng to start work.

04

As soon as I opened my eyes, a cup of warm tea was handed over: "You married me today, and it took 9999 steps. It is really a good start. "

Bai Heng sitting beside JianJian, white hand caressed JianJian's face and put her messy broken hair behind her ear.

"How to play this kind of robbing relatives today?" The play is over, but it still looks like watching the play.

"It's convenient for you to regret it later and have reason to leave." Bai Heng put down his hand and looked at her carefully.

Seeing this, Bai Heng shed tears in his eyes, but his mouth was not forgiving: "Be nice to me later."

Bai Heng took her into her arms and let her tears wet the clothes on her chest. She said firmly, "That's natural."

He found his voice choked.

In the misty eyes, she remembered each other's first sight.

There is a married woman in front of Bai Heng's stall. He faltered for a long time and said nothing.

The guest is anxious: "Is my marriage so hard to say?"

"Miss's marriage is excellent, and she will be a husband and wife for life."

"Really?" The guests are a little excited.

"It's absolutely true." Bai Heng saw her smile and laugh at herself, just to hide her red ears.

That guest that day, he looked bored.

05

Later, in the end, where is the excellent marriage?

Bai Heng couldn't answer, so he went to see him for fortune telling every day, and he had to answer.

Finally, Bai Heng couldn't help it and said with a smile, "It's far away, just in front of us."

I don't know why I said I love you, but I have gone deep into it. But it is often affectionate and traceable.

Bai Heng knows that his deep affection for Jianjian stems from a bowl of rice served by a beautiful little girl from a rich family mansion when she was young.

Jia Jian also knows that his deep affection comes from the stubborn boy who insisted on working hard for his family for three days because of a bowl of rice when he was young.

He thought she didn't remember. She thought he forgot.

When we meet again, one conceals joy and the other deliberately approaches. Somehow, Yue Lao has tied a red rope around their wrists.

She fights, he fights with her, she laughs, and he laughs with her. She was forcibly taken away by admirers, and he saved America and was beaten to a pig's head.

06

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps means that we will be for a long time." Jia couldn't keep back from crying and slapped Bai Heng on the forehead. "Don't talk nonsense in the future."

"Yes, madam." Bai Heng ate the pain, but smiled.

After that, they lit a pair of red candles, drank a glass of wine and went to Wushan to have sex.

People in Qinzhou never imagined that the poor fortune teller really turned his life into a drama.

When the frontier was in turmoil, Bai Heng abandoned his pen and joined the army. When he came back five years later, he had made great achievements.

I thought my fingers didn't touch the spring water and I learned to work because I was infected by a kind-hearted young man. Therefore, cooking actresses are not bad at anything. After waiting for Bai Heng for several years, she also opened her own embroidery field.

She once wrote a letter to Bai Heng with only four simple words: OK! May peace be with you!

One spring day, Bai Heng was honored, and Jia Jian was still busy in front of the embroidered frame. Seeing him, I smiled like that: "coming?"

Four eyes are opposite, and there are thousands of tears in silence.

07

Bai Heng bought a new house with the prize she got, and she also took her mother to live with her.

Her mother is still in a daze, but when she sees Bai Heng, she can laugh hard and loudly, and she is very happy.

Another spring, Jia Jian gave a banquet in the yard. Mother drank a little and went back to her room for a nap, leaving only the couple.

They drank a glass of wine and sang a song, from Jiancang to Yao Tao Ballad. They were so happy. The old dog, who used to be a wedding guest, barked excitedly.

The wine is hot and the ears are hot, and it is prosperous and strong. Suddenly, the glass was held high. I sincerely pray to the sky: "I have three wishes for my life, one is to live a hundred years with my husband, the other is to be healthy, and the third is to be like a pair of swallows on a beam." I don't doubt my love until I am old, and the rest will grow together. "

Bai Heng suddenly wet his eyes, and Jia Jian hid all his thoughts in these wishes.

What he wants for the rest of his life, he will always be with you.

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Use fictional stories to express the author's understanding of poetry and different interpretations of poetry. I hope you like it.