Ai Min of Fomalhaut's Self-written Book

?Suddenly a drop of coolness fell on the back of the hand.

I looked up at the sky, and the moonlight was hidden in the clouds at some point.

"Cong Zhan---" I called him in a low voice.

"Huh?" He was still savoring the taste of Coke seriously, and replied gently.

"Do you think...it seems to be raining..."

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I really hit the mark.

At the beginning, the raindrops were very small, like water vapor, before they fell on people's clothes, they disappeared, and slowly began to grow bigger, like falling flowers falling on the corner of my clothes and skirts. Cong Zhan hurriedly hid in the inn to hide from the rain.

The merchants and hawkers on the side of the road began to get busy, and the ethereal sound of the piano from the Xiangguo Temple in the distance also stopped abruptly.

A peddler was pushing a cart, full of resentment, "After walking so far, and just arrived at Xiangguo Temple to set up a stall, who knows it's raining again!"

"The annual Women's Poetry Conference will be postponed." Another peddler echoed.

Cong Zhan and I were silent for a while.

"Then what should we do?" I looked at Cong Zhan.

"It's too late to go back now." Cong Zhan pondered for a while and said, "Why don't we stay in the hotel for one night and make plans tomorrow."

I bowed my head, I could actually go back, but how could Cong Zhan let me go in this rain?You can't just disappear in front of Cong Zhan in the inn!

Had to nod.

Cong Zhan called the shopkeeper and said, "I want two guest rooms."

The shopkeeper seemed to be nearly fifty years old, and he might have always been kind and friendly, with a smile on his face. He rubbed his hands and said, "Today Xiangguo Temple is holding a Women's Poetry Conference. Most of the guest rooms have already been booked, and it's raining now. Many more tenants came to live in, unfortunately, there is only one room left now.”

"One room?" Cong Zhan and I said in unison, extremely surprised.

"Then...then there are no other inns around here?" Cong Zhan hesitated.

"The nearest one is about a house away." The shopkeeper rubbed his hands.

Cong Zhan gasped, I don't know how many meters a house is, but from Cong Zhan's expression, I knew it must not be close.

"Aren't you husband and wife?" Seeing that we were silent, the shopkeeper asked doubtfully.

Hearing what the shopkeeper said, we both looked at each other in blank dismay.

Cong Zhan's face flushed for no reason.

I covered my sleeves and smiled, and said to the shopkeeper: "...just wait for the wedding ceremony, and... it's almost here now."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head shyly, but glanced at Cong Zhan from the corner of his eye, his eyes looked at me without blinking, his eyes were like torches.

"Just one room! Shopkeeper, we need to add an extra bedding." After a long time, Cong Zhan said slowly, his voice was like a blue wave, softly rippling in the air.

We followed the shopkeeper to the second floor and came to an empty room.

"Two guest officers, wait a moment, I'll go get the bedding right away." The shopkeeper bowed, walked out of the room, and closed the door for us along the way.

Although the room is not big, it is very clean. There is a wide bed covered with blue and green embroidered quilts of lotus and fish playing with pearls. The curtains made of blue gauze on both sides are drawn up with small silk hooks. , beside the bed is a pair of crane-topped double-flowered panzhi candlesticks, a newly lit red candle, and a large lampshade embroidered with five bat patterns.

In the middle of the room is a small tea-colored table, on which is the same candlestick, a cinnabar kettle, and several cinnabar cups.

The bedroom in the Song Dynasty turned out to be like this, and I sighed silently in my heart.

Sitting down at the small table with Cong Zhan, he poured me a cup of tea, but he didn't know what to say to me.

I saw him like this, and joked with him: "I am a girl who lives in the same room as a big man like you. If word spreads in the future, I will not be able to marry. I can only marry you at that time. What do you think?" There is no denial."

Some funny words, but Cong Zhan seemed to have listened to his heart, his voice was clear and clear: "Are you serious?"

"Really what?"

"... Will you really marry me?" His eyes looked straight at me, his pupils were as bright as stars. ?