May wrong day

The wandering Leren and the travelers who were also trapped in the snowstorm rested in the hotel to keep warm.

"Hey, big sister, I see you are carrying a musical instrument, are you a musician?" A traveler asked curiously.

After drinking a bowl of hot soup, she smiled and said,

"I'm a storyteller. Anyway, the snow hasn't stopped for a while. Let me tell you a story."

She put the instrument in her hand and plucked it slowly, and told the story:

"The name of this story is called the Bride of Biyeluo. I accompanied my friend to watch three years of cold nights, and saw many lovers hand in hand. Then one day, he looked at the Bride of the Internet weaving a net on the eaves and told me this story. Biye in the story is still looking for it, but I hope that you who listen to the story don’t have to look for it like him...

The night roof echoes,

Shadows come and go.

She spreads in the weaving web,

Long-sleeved half-pull-up,

half body lying with eyes closed

Length between fingers

The dark sky and the moonless night,

The clouds are ominous,

night raider forest explorer

fierce eyes

her green fingers

weave a skynet

covered by night,

No one can see the harvest of life

splash of blood

scattered on the lips

sweet as sugar

Network Bride: I have guarded this place for ten years... I still don't have my own name... The tattoo on the back of my hand is a spider, so you can call me Network Bride...

Biye: This generation I was named, Biye... to shine on the lintel, to revitalize the family, not for anything else... just for you.

Internet Bride: For me?

Biye: I hope you don't have to weave any more webs.

Internet Bride: I heard that silk weaved by Nishijin can be the most anticipated wedding dress for all brides.

Biye: The person who can stand by my side is what I cherish the most. Can you please stand by my side in the future?

Network Bride: This is already the case with the opposition of an elder. How much opposition can you block?

Biye: In the end, no one can stop me from marrying you as my wife.

Network Bride: If I hadn't come from such a background, there wouldn't have been so many twists and turns between you and me...

Elder Zong: Our family has been passed down for a hundred years, and we will never allow a shadow guard from a branch family to be the mistress!

As the suzerain, Biye...you should know how to measure...

Biye: My wife will only be her...

Elder Zong: You are the patriarch of a clan, you should have your own sense of self-determination in matters of children's affair.

Biye: Come back with me...

Web Bride: I can no longer spin a web.

Biye: I won't let any woman besides you stand by my side.

Net Bride: Do you still remember the silk weaving by Nishijin?Buy it back for me, I'll wait for you.

The setting sun is like a blood-stained city wall

Internet Bride: I'm sorry, I can't wait for you...

blood in the night

Net Bride: I really hope to marry you in Nishijinori...

The wind blows a touch of fishy sweetness

Internet Bride: If You Can... Don't Forget Me

cobweb cut

The black rope has long been broken

blood clotting brown

Teach him to learn to cut

spider web

right on the back of his hand

Brocade Matte

no one else

watch the leaves fall

The rest of my life is boundless

In this story, the bride is the victim, and so is Biye. Biye said he believed that the bride was not dead. After he told me this story, he set out to find her. I don’t know if Biye found her, but I believe that as long as he is firm enough , I will always meet the bride of the net.

[Author: Please listen to the above original song "The Butterfly of the Dead Leaf", the author just refilled the lyrics!I would like to pay tribute to the cheating "Butterfly of the Dead Leaf" production team and the Mo Ming Wonderful Music Team who are dedicated and make good songs. 】

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The story ended here, and everyone was deeply fascinated by the storyteller's story. Those who were careful saw a tattoo of a bride on the back of the storyteller's hand.

"Ah, the snow has stopped." The storyteller put away the instrument, paid for the bowl of hot soup, and walked out of the hotel with a smile.