Introduction: That night, Su Lan dreamed of her. In that dream, the house was full of guests, and the house was covered with red gauze; the gongs and drums were beating loudly outside the house door, and there was a huge crowd of people, beaming with joy.
This was clearly a scene of a bride getting married. He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, so he walked towards a closed door. When he reached the door, the door opened at the right time, and a woman came out. She smiled broadly when she saw him, and said to him: "You came in time. Let's set off now. Don't let the groom wait in a hurry." He nodded, numbly picked up the bride, who had already been covered with a red hijab, and walked out the door.
As he walked, the bride on his back spoke, her childish voice full of expectation: "Brother Ziming, you will wish me happiness, right?"
Suddenly there were bees and butterflies scurrying around in his mind, buzzing and making his eardrums roar in agony.
When I woke up a little, I found that the wedding sedan had already set off, and the groom was dressed in a wedding robe, sitting upright on the horse, looking so carefree and unrestrained. He thought vaguely: Who is that?
Wake up from dream. He opened his eyes, and it was already bright outside. The orange peels on the window sill were dried and pickled, and the cold wind blew, and there was a faint scent of orange. He stared blankly at the orange peel, and a few words escaped his mouth after a while: "Shu Qiao, of course I hope you are happy."
Purpose: Don't lose your true heart in the truth