【Vead leave】Hazy in the depths of memory

Romantic fireworks bloomed in the sky, covering the atmosphere with affection.

The veil sweeps the floor, her skin is whiter than snow, a pair of rosy smoky eyes are fixed on the face of the person in the mirror in front of her, her eyelashes are slightly drooping, her lips are as red as fire, and her slender eyebrows are as thick as ink against the whiteness of her skin. For the first time, she So red.

This is her wedding, once in a lifetime.

She is willing to change his previous image for him, to accept the torment of hellfire, and to face many tortured and puzzled gazes calmly, only wishing to stand side by side with him and watch thousands of lights with him.

As long as he understands her and knows that everything she does is for him, even if he doesn't understand the pain that made her toss and cannot be relieved, and the filth and darkness she had to create in order to return, she is still willing to go through fire and water.

In a sky that is no longer pure, love suddenly seems like a dream.

The past is like smoke, if she is the only one who remembers, then it is nothing, even if everyone forgets, as long as we remember.

For as long as we can remember.

Monsoon Hidden boredly brought Weiski the groom's suit, but Weiski kept silent and took it to try on.

"SKY."

"Ok?"

"I thought Li would be the best man for you, how could it be me?"

Smilingly watching the golden couple of Wei Siji and Ji Lianmei pour champagne, kiss, bridal chamber, and sincerely give blessings?

"He's not here now, you can take his place."

"Why don't you look for him?"

"I know where he is." Viski said, pushing open the door of the fitting room.

The black radiance is bright, and the eyes are as beautiful and sad as Manzhushahua, and there is no emotion in the eyes, and the long eyebrows are lightly raised, and there is a hint of evil charm.The groom's clothes and the bride's decoration are matched, and they are as white as angel wings.

It was as if the setting sun was like blood on the ancient battlefield, accompanied by black crows, their screams startled the clouds, the desert was smoky and sandy, and they swung their knives to protect each other to the death. An inexplicable obsession that must be carried out made his expression even stronger. Perseverance creates a feeling of being reliable.

"Fengshen is handsome, handsome and upright, admiral?" Ji Feng Zhiyin patted him on the shoulder with a smile, but heard a soft voice.

tick.tick.

Welski also heard this voice, and his expression suddenly changed.

The clouds are calm and the wind is light, how much surprise does it take to see the dark clouds pressing down on the city?

The soldier's stoic and calm demeanor suddenly spread, and Monsoon's Yin inevitably became serious.

He hurriedly took out a monitor, glanced up, put it away immediately, and walked away.

Ji Fengzhiyin chased him outside the door and grabbed him: "Where are you going? The wedding will start in 10 minutes!"

"You drag it first!" Viski shook off Ji Fengzhiyin's hand, and gave a hasty order, and the pace that was supposed to be walking gradually accelerated, and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

What are you looking at?What scares you so much?

Ji Fengzhiyin pursed his lips, unable to deny it, returned to the dressing room, and slammed the door shut with a "slap".

Weisky opened the door of his office, started the office machine, opened the surface of the badge on his shoulder, and took out a USB flash drive.

He inserted the USB flash drive and clicked on a file named "moon" on the USB flash drive, which contained some videos.

The videos were played one by one, and the fluorescence of the machine cast a gray and decadent color on Wisky's face.

He was clearly wearing a festive and noble groom's suit, but the emotion in his eyes was so sad.

It's as if nothing is lost.

At the beginning of the wedding ceremony, when people were talking about Admiral Weisky's late arrival, and when Ji Lianmei was anxiously waiting on the stage holding rare flowers, Weisky came.

He was still so calm and indifferent, and he still maintained his usual military style-steady steps and firm eyes.

He seemed to have decided on something. This incident seemed to have made him hesitate to cry out, toss and turn without sleep, but now he has decided, no matter whether the decision is right or wrong, but he has a clear conscience and may have regrets in his heart , but he knew that this kind of remorse might come a little later, a little lighter...it might not even happen at all.

Will that person come back?

Sorry, forgive me for giving up first.

Ji Lianmei clearly saw in his eyes that there was no parting, nostalgia, and determination.

Viski walked onto the stage, and Monsoon Yin put a red flower on his chest.

She didn't know what he was reluctant to give up, what he was attached to, and what he was renounced, but she knew that after the ceremony, she would be his wife, and she only knew that he was her husband in this life.

Wei Siji walked towards Ji Lianmei step by step, his eyes were like sinking pools. That was his wife. Seeing how beautiful she was, he stood in front of Ji Lianmei and finally smiled.

In the end, they all died in peace, or the vast universe where the bones were shattered. His family members' names were engraved on his tombstone, and there would be her, Ji Lianmei.

Ji Lianmei took a step forward a little disappointed and anxious, the bridesmaid Ye Bingyao held her back, Ji Lianmei frowned, she seemed to be in tears, and turned her face away.

However, her groom finally walked in front of her, and Ye Bingyao watched her fall into his arms.

Viski hugged her too.

People's eyes are full of envy.

she he.

Enough to make everyone envious.

What else could change that fact?

It's useless for that person to come back.

Ji Lianmei closed her eyes and leaned her whole body on Weisky, greedily feeling his warmth.

The happiness in front of her eyes made her dizzy.

Everyone had smiles on their faces, and the delicious food made them smile and burst into laughter.

However, a pair of untimely eyes appeared here.

Its color is still dazzling and bright as before, even adding some seductive charm, a kind of lazy and beautiful elegance.

But it's so exhausting, so sad that it breeds resentment, self-pity.

Just like the young prime minister who was scarred and overwhelmed in the officialdom, resigned from office and returned to his hometown to enjoy his old age, and learned that his wife had already remarried to the little friend he had been with for many years. ; and his son was abandoned on the barren and barren land where weeds were overgrown. The sharp edge of the weeds pierced the child's tender skin and bruised everywhere, crying loudly, but no one who passed by was willing to take a second look, and finally bit his arm Fatigue, bleeding to death.

Despair is burning, the beautiful wings are broken, the clouds in the sky roll over the dark land, there are no tears and no light, thunder and lightning suddenly fall, the fire of judgment burns ten thousand hectares, and on the pure land after being burned, after the rain of sin and blood Irrigated day and night, thousands of hectares of manjusawa bloomed.

Nobody pays attention.