black hypothesis

In ancient times, people believed in the existence of gods, and they would dedicate their most precious things to gods in exchange for the peace of all mankind.

I know.

My sister told me this legend.She heard it from the teacher, and after she finished speaking, she added: People at that time were so cruel.And I just nodded beside me without saying a word.I looked at my sister's beautiful wedding dress. At that time, my sister was already nine years old and could start sewing her own wedding dress.

My sister saw my appearance, stroked my hair, and said, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

I nodded.

My sister's wedding dress is very beautiful, every pattern and every stitch is carefully selected, it is bustling and glamorous, obviously the whole dress is red, but the pattern does not seem to be covered by the color.I reached out and gently rubbed the pattern my sister had embroidered. It was rough to the touch and felt bad.

Every girl has to sew her own wedding dress since she was a child, because it is a symbol of marriage.

"Sister, this is so uncomfortable." I frowned.

My sister looked at me suspiciously, and then touched me too.But my sister said, "No way."

Simple three words, so I didn't speak any more.

Doesn't everything that looks good have its drawbacks?

I do not know.

My sister said that we are very lucky to be born in such a family and we can sew wedding dresses by ourselves.I still do not get it.I think that a pure red wedding dress with no decoration may be more beautiful than a patterned one.

My sister doesn't like it, so I won't say it.

Later, my sister got married.Her wedding dress was finally sewn, it was so delicate, from top to bottom, the butterflies embroidered on the skirt were lifelike.The night before, I was called up in the middle of the night, watching my sister get dressed, I haven't woken up yet, but I feel that the atmosphere is very strange.

I said, "Sister?"

My sister didn't respond to me.A stranger was combing her hair, and her sister's long black hair hung down like a hangman's strangling weapon.The nun was speaking in a low voice, but I couldn't catch it.Or rather, I can't remember.I rubbed my eyes uncomfortably and felt very cold, but my mouth was dry and hot, and I didn't feel good at all.This is probably the feeling when I open my eyes in the middle of the night.

I don't know yet, my sister is leaving.

I saw an apple on the table, and the skin of the apple was piled beautifully beside it, coiled around like a coil.I don't understand why adults don't move it, aren't apples for eating? [1]

Just as I stared at the gradually rusty apple, my sister's work seemed to be done.Then my sister was helped to another room, and my mother said to me: "Go back, don't stay here."

I still don't understand: "Where is sister going?"

"Your sister... is going to a very good place." Niang said, "Don't worry, she will come back."

I frowned, come back?Sister is leaving?

I didn't see the tears in my mother's eyes.It wasn't until the next day that someone finally explained it to me.I never saw my sister again, and I was still asleep when she married.I was carried to another place, and I only vaguely remember the scene where my sister and the person who is said to be her brother-in-law paid homage.

I only know one thing, my sister is so beautifully dressed that everyone envies her.In the room hung with bright red colors, the sedan chair approached the door, and a handful of petals that seemed to be condensed by blood shattered and sprinkled down. My sister was wearing her wedding dress I had seen before, and she was married with a red hijab. The red cloth prevented me from seeing her, and I didn't know it was her until the adults mentioned it later.

Then, someone changed me into beautiful clothes, which were the same red color as my sister.They were boisterous as if it were something to be celebrated.During their conversation, I finally figured out one thing: my sister got married and left the home we lived in for many years.

But all are laughing.

As if it was something to laugh about.

I grabbed a little girl: "They say my sister is married, isn't it?"

My voice trembled when I asked.The girl who was a little older than me said strangely, "That's right."

I was stunned, and I grabbed several people and asked many times, but everyone said that my sister was married.Everyone's a different age, wears different clothes, they're not kidding me.I finally admitted that it was true.

My sister is married.

My sister left me.

My sister left me alone...

She doesn't like me, that's why she rushed to marry the man who is said to be my brother-in-law.It must be so.It must be so!

After returning home, I lay on the bed and cried for a long time, but no one came to persuade me, and no one wanted to persuade me.Because they're all doing their thing, they all feel like it's something to celebrate.At the end, I cried hoarsely, but my sister still didn't come back to comfort me.

Sister she will not come back.I don't want to accept this fact, as if as long as this happens, no one in the world will love me anymore.I hate saying that because it's so cruel.I screamed and cried with all my might, but still no one could hear me.

Sister, don't go, don't leave me, okay, I want my sister to stay by my side all the time.

Later, I finally understood that it was not my sister's fault, and my sister had to leave.No one ever explained it to me, and I slowly accepted it myself.The elders teach day after day just to be able to usher in such a day, so getting married is wonderful.

Even if you don't accept it, you have to, because the matter has passed, and my sister can't come back.

After my sister got married, she still came back occasionally.I don't know if it's my illusion, the relationship between sister and mother seems to be not so close anymore.They can still talk and gossip about family affairs, but they are no longer the same as before. Mother will not hold me and my sister in her arms like when I was a child.

I had to make sure I didn't cry because my sister would be worried.After day after day of patience, I finally got used to the fact that my sister left me, and started to sew my own wedding dress.I stubbornly choose the same pattern and the same pattern as my sister, as if as long as this is the case, my sister is still by my side when I practice.

I know it's silly, but I want it.

Until this day, finally arrived.

Niang chose a very suitable family, and the things she did were not far from others.Mother looked at my wedding dress, which was exactly the same as my sister's, and couldn't help but sighed.Then, as usual, he chatted about what happened on the day my sister got married.There are not many details that can be said, but she can always talk for a long time.

I am silent.

I don't talk much, this is something everyone else knows.After a long time, gradually no one needs me to speak, I just need to be an audience.I don't care who I'm going to marry—no, I don't care anymore after hearing that I can't marry into the same family as my sister.

The red wedding dress, the sedan chair at the door.

I was called up in the middle of the night, and until now, I don't know what the apples are for, and what the nun was talking about when she combed her hair.I listened quietly, watching them perform such a set of rituals, with a solemn expression, without saying a word.I pulled the corner of my mouth, trying to laugh, but couldn't.

Putting on the wedding dress, I looked down and saw that the butterfly was still there, in the same position as I remembered, the butterfly on my sister's wedding dress.After putting on makeup for a long time, she put on a phoenix crown with a bead hanging on her forehead, and it would sway whenever she moved.Maybe it was the same for my sister back then.

I finally understood that the reason other people were enthusiastic was not because I was the one standing there, but because they had experienced similar things.

Everyone does things only for themselves.

A group of people passed by before my eyes, and then I put on the hijab and stepped into the sedan chair. Everything was placed in the right position, and every step I took must be safe and absolutely impossible to make mistakes.Everyone was sighing, and finally at the moment I stood in the hall, the boiling sound of the crowd reached a peak.

The red petals are falling, and I am wearing red clothes.

It's like the beautiful fireworks burning under the altar after stepping on the altar.

I walked forward step by step, and peeked at the groom's boots during the church visit.We knelt down at the same time, in no particular order.

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

I thought of the priest who was in charge of the supreme ceremony in the legend my sister told.

Because it is supreme, it cannot be defiled.Even if there is a sacrifice in front of you.I heard the crowd behind me say: "This girl is so well married, the whole family must be wiped out."

I laughed under the red hijab, but no one could see it.

"Second worship high hall-"

My sister doesn't want me anymore, and my father and mother don't want me anymore either.

Because only when I get married can I bring greater honor to the family.

"Husband and wife greet each other—"

It's over, this funeral.

In ancient times, people believed in the existence of gods, and they would dedicate their most precious things to gods in exchange for the peace of all mankind.

I know.

The author has something to say:

If you insist, cp is a sister.I didn't write down the wedding process in detail, because I checked a lot of information and suddenly realized that people pay attention to what they want to pay attention to, but the protagonist is a sister-in-law.If this article is written in the third person, it will not only have ideas, but the writing will be perfect...but it has already been written.forget about it.

[1] Apple...is a custom on our side.It is said that if the skin of the apple is well shaved and one piece is kept intact, the marriage will be perfect.Someone may guess where I am from, so if you guess it, guess it.

I found a "Ten Questions on Writers' Show-off Skills", one of which made people write contrasts.So I just wrote this! "People sacrifice good things for a better future" Originally, I wanted to write Two-dimensional out of the house to interview for a job. I have been playing "Dream and Reality" for several years, and I am already very proficient.But I've been looking for the Book of Rites recently.

I didn't mean to be sarcastic, the wedding was originally designed to look like a funeral!The solemn ceremony has strict regulations, and all aspects are too consistent. I suspect that the person who designed this was a priest in his previous life [Yuanmu