Has anyone cleaned this place?

As soon as this thought came out, Lan Ming suppressed it. The windows were nailed to death, the doors were locked, and the keys were lost. Who would come in to clean it, and only clean the bed tent.

There seemed to be a very neatly laid bedding inside, with the word "囍" embroidered with gold thread.

The room was too dark, and Lan Ming, who had poor vision, couldn't see many details clearly. He looked at the window, and the black curtains were pulled up, and then sealed them with cross bamboo strips, so that there was no sunlight at all.

"It's dark and stuffy, Beishan, can you remove the bamboo strips?"

"good--"

From entering this room, Beishan was extremely silent and almost spoke, like a moving statue.

Bang!

Beishan came over, raised his hand and directly pulled the bamboo strips nailed with nails and threw them on the ground. Then he pulled the curtains and pulled them away. He pulled them away.

Squeak--

Beishan opened the bamboo window, and the bright sunlight outside shone in, forming spots of light, and the dust floating in the room became extremely clear.

Lan Ming covered himself with his clothes in advance. He slowly adapted to the sudden increase in light and squinted his eyes and looked out the window.

At this time, the sun had completely risen, and the sky to the east was full of bright morning glow, and golden light shining cleansed everything, making Lan Ming's eyes burst into tears.

He covered his hands with his hands and saw the undulating mountains under the sun. He couldn't help but think that Beimian's coffin was hanging on the top of the mountain.

It was too dazzling to open the window completely. Lan Ming reached out to close a window and asked, "When will this room be used to worship God?"

Lan Ming didn't quite understand that this room is not only much larger than other rooms, but also faces just south. It can be said to be the best room in the entire bamboo building.

There was no question or answer around me for a long time.

"Beishan?" Lan Ming turned his head in confusion. Beishan, which was still next to him, disappeared.

What's going on? He didn't hear Beishan leaving.

"Beishan?" Lan Ming called out again.

The sound of his raised tone echoed in the quiet room.

No one answered the same.

There was obviously no one in the room, but Lan Ming felt a strange feeling of being peeped in his heart.

Can't stay here anymore.

The hidden sense of crisis made Lan Ming choose to leave this room immediately.

Lan Ming quickly walked away from the window. As soon as he took a step, he immediately groaned, raised his hand to cover his hair, and something grabbed his hair.

Turning back, I saw a few strands of hair wrapped around the tip of the half-open window.

Lan Ming thought to himself that he was unlucky, so he had to go back and carefully untied his hooked hair. However, at the moment when he lowered his head, Lan Ming suddenly saw a person standing under the bamboo building.

Beishan?

No, not Beishan.

The man downstairs has a similar figure to Beishan, but his clothes are completely different from Beishan. He is wearing very festive ethnic costumes and looks motionlessly at the path in front of the bamboo building, as if waiting for something.

Lan Ming's eyes were attracted by the man downstairs. The idea of ​​leaving this room had disappeared at some point, and he just stared downstairs blankly.

If there is a third person here, you can see the white-haired young man holding the bamboo window with one hand and staring at the empty downstairs with empty eyes.

The sound of gongs and drums gradually sounded, and a sedan chair appeared on the path where the man looked. Several men with unclear faces carried the flower bridge and walked into the bamboo building at the same pace, neatly and uniformly.

It turned out that the man was waiting for the bride.

Lan Ming thought vaguely, but was a little confused - the wedding scene was too deserted.

In such a small mountain village, basically every household knows it. When a family has a wedding, every family will come to celebrate on the day of the banquet, which is lively and festive.

Lan Ming was puzzled and looked at the man carrying the sedan chair and wandered away at the entrance of the bamboo building. Strangely, how did he use the word "you".

So downstairs were the groom and the red sedan chair.

Lan Ming was a little curious about what the bride looked like, but the groom downstairs did not move for a long time.

"What are you waiting for?" Lan Ming urged, feeling for no reason that he still has something to do, so he can't keep staring here.

At this moment, the groom, who had always been like a statue, finally took action, but instead of lifting the curtain to welcome the bride, his head turned directly behind him and looked at Lan Ming upstairs!

"ah!"

When the groom saw it, Lan Ming suddenly became dizzy, and his body fell down the stairs softly, just in time to fall into the sedan chair.

The sedan chair was also red, as if the whole sedan chair was bleeding.

Lan Ming was lying in the sedan chair. He wanted to get out of the sedan chair, but found that his hands and feet were unable to move, as if he was imprisoned by something.

Where is the bride in the sedan chair?

Lan Ming had only his eyes to move. He watched in the sedan chair for a week but did not find the existence of the bride. Lan Ming was so angry that he wanted to laugh. Could it be that the person who carried the sedan chair just now was carrying an empty sedan chair?

Step! Step!

A tall figure appeared on the red sedan curtain.

The groom lifted the curtain.

Lan Ming spoke, wanting to say that your bride ran away. But the words had reached their mouths, but they couldn't make any sound.

Can't move, can't talk.

Lan Ming frowned and leaned in the sedan chair, and could only be slaughtered by others.

He lifted the curtain with one hand and looked in, with a black ribbon on his palm.

Lan Ming only saw a slight blonde hair, and then was pressed into the groom's cold arms.

Lan Ming shivered in cold weather, and the dark ribbon wrapped around his eyes and tied knots behind his head.

Why cover his eyes? Or is it the local custom, similar to a veil, used to cover shame and ward off evil spirits.

Lan Ming was taken out of the sedan chair. The groom seemed to know that his feet could not move, so he never put him down and carried him upstairs.

Lan Ming silently counted the steps of the stairs, with a total of 28 floors. As familiar numbers, it is possible that all the bamboo buildings in the village have 28 floors.

Crunch.

The groom was pushing the door open. Lan Ming felt distressed. Without a banquet, the groom didn't need to go out to entertain guests, which also meant that he would get along with the groom in the new house in a while.

After entering the house, the groom walked nine steps westward and stopped.

Lan Ming's body touched the soft quilt, and at this time he found that he could move. He quietly scratched the quilt under his body with his little finger and touched the embroidery.

Lan Ming's little finger slides along the outline of the embroidery, which is a big character for 囍.

A light of inspiration appeared in Lan Ming's mind, bringing a moment of Qingming.

The silk ribbons on his face felt very clear, just like it was true. Lan Ming closed his eyes hard and then opened them suddenly!

The blindfolded ribbons, the groom standing beside the bed, disappeared. Everything fell into the sedan chair and was carried upstairs by the groom.

At this time, he was lying on the joy bed in the room!

Lan Ming immediately sat up from the bed, and then his eyes fell on the ground from the window to the Xi bed.

There was only one line of footprints on the accumulated dust, which was obviously too large.
Chapter completed!