The Perfect Hidden Marriage

The door is still the same door, the living room is still the same living room, and the studio is still the same studio.

The old scenery is so familiar that it makes people's hearts swell.

It has been more than two years, and nothing has changed here.

Oh, no, there is something different after all.

For example, there are some more paintings in the studio.

"These are all painted by my father, and these are all painted by my mother..."

Xiao Xiao introduced him like a little master, but his expression was a little sad:

"My mother died in an accident more than two years ago, and even her body was not found. My father was ill for a while because of this. Later, there were many more paintings here. My mother was very beautiful... Teacher Park , do you think..."

Speaking of the last little show off, Pu Xiang's nose became sore and her eyes became moist.

"Well, it's beautiful."

Pu Xiang responded gently and looked at it.

Look at each picture.

The longing carried in those paintings almost overwhelmed her.

The first painting was painted during the Spring Festival of 2014, titled: Missing.

On a huge piece of paper, there are three pictures like this:

In the first article, eight-year-old Su Jin is sitting among the flowers, happily watching the wild flowers blooming. The corners of her small lips are curved with pride.

In the second chapter, sixteen-year-old Su Jin was flying on the swing, her drunken smile fluttering in the night wind, and the stars in the sky were fascinated by it.

In the third chapter, the 26-year-old Da Su Jin is in a flower field, holding a snow-white cat in her hand. She is both angry and smiling, so beautiful.

The three paintings are lined up one by one, and underneath is a beautiful hand-written regular script, inscribed with a representative work of Nalan Xingde, a poet from the Qing Dynasty: "Qinyuanchun·Fleeting Life".

Life is floating in the blink of an eye, life is so miserable, how can you forget when you are wandering low? I remember that when the embroidery couch was idle, the red rain was blowing, and the carvings were in the bend, leaning against the setting sun. Dreams are hard to keep, poems cannot be continued, and I will cry even more if I win. The remains were there, but the spirit turned around and refused to take a closer look.

Looking again at the vast blue sky, with short hair, there will definitely be frost in the morning. In the world and in heaven, the relationship between earth and earth has not been broken, and the spring flowers and autumn moon are still hurt when I touch them. I want to be prepared, but I am shocked and shaken. The two mandarin ducks are cold in each other! It is so helpless that the sound of rain on the eaves is recorded in the ileum.

In this poem, Nalan mourns his death in the form of a dream, feeling extremely sad. He lamented the early death of his beloved wife, recalled the past love scene, and fully recounted the pain of losing his wife. His feelings were extremely sincere and sad.

When used in this painting, the artistic conception is so fitting.

As she chanted softly, her nose suddenly felt clogged.

The second painting is completely fictitious: Su Jin has long hair in a bun, tall and graceful, and wears a beautiful white wedding dress, which highlights her graceful and charming figure.

By the way, she was also holding an elegant bouquet, standing on the stairs of their villa, with a beautiful smile, bright eyes, and unimaginable beauty...

There is an inscription below: March 26, 2014, Xiao Su, today, we get married, and tonight is our wedding night... How about falling asleep?

At that moment, tears filled her eyes.

Fortunately, her expression was completely covered by the mask, otherwise, Xiao Xiaoran would definitely ask: "Teacher Pu, what's wrong with you?"

The third painting is of the coffee shop where we first met on a blind date. Table No. 9 is next to the window. There is no one there. There are only two cups of coffee, which are steaming with white air. Under the light, everything is silent.

There is an inscription underneath: The first anniversary of the blind date: The scene is still there, I am still there, how about you? where are you? But remember we made an appointment to come here and sit here on this day every year.

On the fourth painting, a birthday cake, a shadow he casts on the wall. The birthday candles are burning and swaying, and the shadow is praying with its hands clasped together.

There is an inscription underneath: My birthday wish, Xiao Su, it would be nice to come back.

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The seventh painting is another virtual scene: Su Jin has long hair hanging down, wearing a light-colored cheongsam, looking at the newborn baby in her arms with a gentle face, standing next to the cradle...

It is a large picture, with a line of cursive writing in the blank space, like flowing clouds and flowing water, showing a bit of madness. It is another eternal term of Nalan Xingde: "Golden Thread Song: Thoughts on the Death Anniversary of the Dead Wife": 

When will this hatred end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is time to wake up from the dream. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.

If there is a Pisces in the spring, it will be sent. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years. I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to the Xiang string and pay attention to it. To be married, he

Tang students know themselves. I am also afraid that both of them will die, and if they meet again, they will live in the wind for a long time. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.

The date is January 2, 2016, two full years have passed since the accident on January 2, 2014, but the longing... is still so strong.

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Pu Xiang stared blankly, really wanting to find a place to cry.

He misses her so much, hurts so much, like he is possessed, he never forgets him, so stupid, so stupid...so stupid that it makes people feel heartbroken...

"Teacher Park, Teacher Park..."

A tender, somewhat distant voice was calling.

Who is Teacher Park?

She has also become crazy and stupid!

She only knew that she was the one who died, and she no longer remembered who Teacher Park was!

His hand was pulled at this moment.

A warm current of heat spread over me.

She looked down and saw a small hand holding her. Following the small hand, she saw the confused look on Xiaoxiao's face:

"Teacher Park, what's wrong with you?"

Yes, now, she is Pu Xiang, the person in the memory is long gone.

"Oh, it's nothing. Dust got into my eyes... There seems to be dust in this room..."

She went to open the window.

After the cold wind blew in from outside, her mood improved a little and her emotions calmed down. When she looked back at Xiao Xiaoran, her expression had become calm and she asked softly:

"Xiao Xiao's father is so good at painting, why doesn't Xiao Xiao let your father teach you?"

"No...Dad is too busy. Sometimes when I'm home on Saturdays and Sundays, there will be people looking for me...

"When he is free, he just wants to tell stories with me, not draw...

"Grandma said that my father would only go in and paint when he missed his mother very much... The more he painted, the harder he felt...

"So, I don't ask my father to teach me, I just ask my father to be like before, with a smile on his face every day...

"You don't know, my father used to make her smile when he faced her...

"Now, unless I tease him, he will smile, and his smile will be very insincere... Sigh..."

The little girl drooped her head like an adult.

These few sentences are like needles, pricking the human body with pain.

Pu Xiang touched her little head and immediately comforted her:

"When mom passes away, dad will definitely be sad for a while. When there is a new mom, dad will smile again..."

"But I just want Su Jin's mother, what do you think we should do?"

This question really left Pu Xiang speechless.

"Alas...Teacher Park, tell me, how can there be such a thing as death in this world? My biological mother is dead, and my mother Su Jin is also dead...Why do we have to die?"

Xiao Xiao is just over seven years old, but she already has this feeling. It can be seen that what happened two years ago really hit her hard.

Pu Xiang didn't know how to comfort her, so she knelt down and deeply hugged this little girl who had become a little sentimental...

"Xiao Xiao, this world is like this.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature. Because life is so fragile, it is precious and needs to be cherished.

"So, we should face every minute and every second of our daily life well... and do more meaningful things. That way, when we get older and look back, we will feel that my life was not wasted... …I am not ashamed of myself…”

Isn’t it a bit too heavy to discuss life and death for such an age?

In this case, Xiao Xiao may not be able to digest it.

Look, the little girl stared blankly, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

But another voice intervened in their conversation:

"well said."

Pu Xiang raised his head and saw Xiao Xiao turning around and rushing towards him, shouting crisply:

"grandmother!"

It was Jin Yuan, looking at her with a pair of sharp black eyes:

"Hello, I am Xiao Xiao's grandma. I heard that you are good at painting."

"Hello. I can't say I'm good at it. I just like drawing. I learned a little bit when I was a child."

Pu Xiang said softly, staring at this amiable elder greedily.

"I can attract the attention of my crazy kid and attract someone from my family to teach Xiao Xiao how to draw. I think my painting skills are quite good."

This tone fully demonstrated her recognition of her son's vision.

"That's Mr. Jin's love."

Pu Xiang answered respectfully.

"May I have your name?"

Xiao Zhinan also walked in, staring at her with a slight frown.

"Pu Xiang."

she answered.

Xiao Zhinan stared into her eyes and asked lightly:

"Ms. Park, why are you still wearing a hoodie and not taking off your mask now that you are indoors? Don't you think this is disrespectful?"

For some reason, when Xiao Zhinan saw these clear eyes, he had an unpleasant feeling:

I intuitively felt that the arrival of this woman might ruin my nephew's marriage.

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