If you don't save Shoujun, you will die [Transmigration Book]

It's plum and yellow rain again.

The children of the restaurant were fighting crickets under the eaves when they suddenly heard the sound of the wheels of a carriage passing by. A man in a hat and coir raincoat came down from above, holding an ochre-colored bamboo bone umbrella decorated with white plums, and walked away with moisture all over his body. Enter a slightly cold restaurant.

The owner of the restaurant was a newly deceased widow, so he did not show up.

The shopkeeper ran out of the room where he was resting, and skillfully helped the man take off his bamboo hat and coir raincoat, revealing his young and handsome face.

Turning around, he ordered Xiaoer to go to warm up the soup and wine, and the shopkeeper put away the umbrella brought by the man and leaned against the wall.

The man let them be busy, except for brushing off the rain on his cuffs, he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end - he looked up to the stairwell as if aware of it, and met the woman's slender eyes painted with rouge.

New widows cannot wear red makeup.

But she fell for it.

However, it was only a glimpse.

The woman disappeared in the same place like a cloud of smoke, as if she never existed.

……

What is it that a woman, such a fragile existence, relies on to survive?

——After his mother died, Zhu Lin often had such inexplicable thoughts when he was sitting in the yard that was gradually overgrown with ivy.

They have beautiful faces, delicate figures, and sensitive and delicate intentions—they use all these beautiful qualities to tie down the man they love, and try their best to make themselves the best birds in this cage, in order to win someone Man's favor is the goal, living in this loveless world.

At the same time, it also uses its sharp nails to tear apart the gorgeous feathers of its companions, devouring them for greater power.

——His mother died like this.

They are like butterflies placed in a crystal bottle, their scales glisten in the sun, but once they lose their ornamental value, they will quickly wither away.

In those years when he was not taken seriously, he would occasionally comb himself in the mirror late at night.

Looking at the fairer and smoother skin than women in the mirror, he sometimes wonders... Is his fate no different from those women?

— No, it's still different.

He just looks like a woman, but he is still a man in reality. Such a body is not even qualified to be a pet—once he starts to indulge his desires, he will only become a more humble and humble tool.

It is precisely because I understand that I have been restrained.

Restrain not to fall into desire, refrain not to fall in love with someone and be willing to give up.

He is ups and downs in the sea of ​​bitterness.

until that person shows up.

In his impression, the first meeting with Cao Shou was like a hero in armor, who arrogantly but decisively tore open a huge gap in the thick fog covering his eyes, and infinite light poured in from then on, changing his entire life.

"Please respect yourself, my lord."

As if with rustling ringtones, he gracefully intervened in his world, and painted Xu Xu's world.

Full of confidence and aura, standing in front of him like a real man, telling him how to distinguish between right and wrong, black and white, good and evil.

In such a beautiful time, he witnessed Tu Xuxu's transformation like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon.

Women, he realized, were not fragile beings at all—and neither was he.

After getting rid of the most basic physical occupations, they are not inferior to men in all aspects. Even if they rely on themselves, they can live an excellent life, and even... enjoy life without being affected.

Their beauty is not born to serve someone.

Like a butterfly.

Born beautiful, just for yourself.

……

The lake wrinkled silver ripples, and the night was slightly drunk.

The man leaned against the porch chair, staring at the wine bowl in his hand.

The night breeze brought coolness, and the trees in the courtyard in front of the porch rattled, and the clothes dragging on the ground were also shaken, and he heard light footsteps.

Fallen leaves into a bowl.

The woman's plain clothes are like snow, and her expression is as pale as white water.

The moonlight is falling, and the wind is rustling.

The tips of her shoes hidden under her skirt showed a little peach blossom pink, and the rouge at the end of her eyes was as bright as a peony.

When the two were wrong, the man said:

"Your shoes are dirty."

The woman stopped in her tracks, her dark eyes and pupils cleared, and an inch of moonlight filled her eyes.

So he put the wine bowl between the corridor chairs, knelt down on one knee, lifted the hem of the plain white skirt, and gently wiped off the mud spots on her shoe with his sleeve.

The branches and leaves rustled, she asked:

"who are you?"

The man lowered his head and did not answer. Instead, he reached out and clasped the heel of the shoe with his thumb and forefinger. With a little force, her shoe came off easily.

The woman's pupils narrowed slightly, and she was about to reprimand, but she heard the man in front of her rubbing the small words embroidered on the back of her shoe, as if talking to herself:

"Li... so it's Li Niang?"

"what are you doing?!"

Pointing her toes on the cold ground, her cheeks were blushing, and she reached out to snatch her shoes, but this man avoided her movements.

Her center of gravity was unstable, and she threw herself straight to the ground——

The wine bowl swayed and fell, and fell from the porch chair to the ground.

She was hugged tightly in his arms, and she smelled the mellow and rich aroma of wine.

The long hair that had been bundled with a wooden hairpin fell loose, and the man whispered in her ear:

"Li Niang, my name is Zhu Lin."

She suddenly heard the sound of her own heartbeat, violent and clear.

The man gently brushed her cool long hair with his fingers, and the moonlight illuminated the pouring wine.

"I like you."

……

A glimpse at that time.

What surprised him most was.

She is not only wearing red makeup.

Also beautiful.

Impossible.

——Thousands of red makeup, no match for you

The author has something to say:

Zhu Lin's cute story ends here

First of all, let me clarify that he was not a bender at first. In the original text, he was forced to bend because of his physical fitness and human factors. Later, he was only out of desire and revenge for Maisang, so he gave up qvq soon after being beaten back.

His early thoughts on women are a reflection of his original family’s life, and because he has been locked in the yard and has not received any normal education, so he will be more extreme when looking at things, please don’t mind too much qwq

And he didn't fall in love with Liniang at first sight, it must be a bit of a foolish observation for a while [scratching head

This story happened ten years after Mai Sang left, and Zhu Lin’s cuteness has grown a lot since she chose to go out and make a living.

Although it is the story of a new widow and a young man, it feels like too much to write, so it is handled in a poetic way, and some parts will not be explained too clearly, but it is roughly like thisw

the second world,

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