Chapter 183: In This Morning, Just In This Morning

The players' shock was completely swallowed by the deafening suona and cheering. Firecrackers sounded in unison, the festive atmosphere rushing to the top of the sky, red paper scraps falling onto the ground with a rustle.

A Si's Adam's apple rolled, as if he had expected it. He didn't show a very surprised appearance, just his knuckles tightened slightly, his Adam's apple rolled for a moment, and he looked at the emcee.

"The auspicious time is almost here."

Reminded by him, the emcee hurriedly organized his expression, rummaged through his bag for the hand card, and read with a trembling voice.

A Si walked off the ritual stage and took Su Mian's slightly trembling hand.

Su Mian looked up, her eyes moist.

"Does exposing myself mean the thirty thousand points are gone."

A Si's eyes moved, he gave a "hmm," his mouth pulled straight.

Deliberate.

For him, deliberate.

From the moment Su Mian walked out, he had guessed it.

She tilted her head and curled up a smile, but there was deep reluctance in the bottom of her eyes. "Good, then you remember, remember this day forever."

"In the future, also live well. Otherwise, as long as I lose once, I will die with you."

A Si closed his eyes and suddenly gave a light laugh, his breathing trembling, but the hand holding the girl's became tighter and tighter.

"Little lunatic."

The gongs and drums team circled from the red carpet to the hall. The atmosphere continued to heat up. The guests cheered, watching the couple turn around, facing the high platform, their figures overlapping in the candlelight, their fingertips clasped, the temperature transmitted to their heart pulses, like an extension of each other's lives.

"First bow––to heaven and earth––"

"Happy heaven––happy earth––"

Red sleeves shone high, incense smoke rose. The two bowed to the high hall, heaven and earth remembered, and at this moment everyone held their breath in silence.

"Second bow––to the high hall––"

"Happiness––peace and health––"

They bowed again, the phoenix crown's tassels hanging down heavily. Between bowing and looking up, they could only see each other's shadows and their clasped hands. Su Mian's hands were trembling, and A Si squeezed her, signaling her not to be nervous.

In fact, he himself was also tense all over, his heartbeat accelerating. Deep emotions of joy and reluctance struck, only the warmth held in his hand gave him a touch that was unreal yet solid.

Rise, face each other.

"Husband and wife––bow to each other––"

"Long lasting––forever––"

The ending fell, festive and happy, tragic and brilliant.

They bowed to each other at the same time. This bow was deep and long. A Si heard a very light intake of breath and helplessly helped her up.

"Don't cry, little flower cat."

He didn't know where he produced the veil used to cover the rain that day, covered it on his own head, his eyebrows and eyes gentle, smiling at her.

"Didn't you want to lift it?"

"Come on, Mian Mian."

Su Mian wiped her tears, her heart feeling as if it were wrapped by something soft.

She nodded and gently lifted the veil. At that moment, Su Mian remembered the scene when she first saw A Si's face.

Under the evergreen tree on campus, on a cold morning, the two had an unspeakable secret.

Not wanting the other party to forget oneself, actually, it was also very hard for oneself to forget the other party, right.

Su Mian took off the veil, and A Si kissed her. In an instant, cheers erupted from all directions, and the colorful paper scraps from the party poppers fell on their heads. Qiao Yinuo covered her mouth, wiping tears non-stop.

"Although... although I don't know why, seeing this scene, I feel that exposing myself was worth it."

Tiffany sighed, her eyes moving slightly.

She knew this secret earlier than Qiao Fugui, this secret between the player and the DM.

Although she hadn't seen his face, just by his temperament, she recognized this person at a glance.

The Arbiter, who held the power of life and death and was above ten thousand people, guarded that player girl, regardless of everything, even violating the rules.

At that time, she felt it was incredible, feeling that such a bond was just a temporary fantasy that would eventually shatter.

Now she felt even more that she saw a kind of power in these two people.

A kind of power that transcended the secular, transcended fear and loneliness, willing to steer the rudder in the same rain together, becoming each other's other shore.

The power of soul fusion, surpassing long-lasting forever.

【The murderer has exposed themselves, congratulations to the Detective Group for winning the game.】

"Tsk tsk tsk, truly a privilege, you don't even need to commit suicide to expose yourself..."

Sun Er sighed, shaking her head, watching those figures standing in the center of attention, her voice unable to tell joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

【Transmitting to the Main World.】

【Three...】

"Mian Mian, I love you."

Su Mian burst into laughter through her tears, finding it funny to see such a big guy like A Si trying to burrow into her arms, not wanting the girl to see him crying too.

【Two...】

She hugged A Si tightly. The man's arms pressed her until she could barely breathe, but she didn't say anything, hugging him back tightly as well.

"I love you too."

【One】

The world spun, and the person in her arms disappeared.

Disappeared.

Everything disappeared.

Only that man slowly knelt down, his face hanging in his hair, his hands loosely hugging the air.

The sound of firecrackers rang from one end of the field to the other, startling a flock of birds in the forest to flap their wings. The gongs and drums band finally walked to the ritual stage, bypassed the man kneeling on the ground, and began to sing loudly.

"Lifted the veil, looking at the joy on the eyebrows"

"Bowed to the high hall, listening to the blessings like a tide"

"The fragrance of wine in the cup, the oath branded in the heart"

A Si had a ringing in his ears, his whole body trembling. Even though the sound beside his ears was loud, he couldn't hear it at all.

Something like an ice pick was deeply stabbed into his temple, wreaking havoc in his brain marrow. Immediately after, he couldn't see.

Everything before his eyes was white, as if wrapped in a layer of white fog. Those brilliant, painful, and blurred consciousnesses gradually withdrew.

"Respect the parents, respect the good time"

"From now on, I will accompany you until the earth gets old––"

He slowly closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

"From now on, our fates are tightly intertwined"

"Just in this morning, in this morning..."

The sound of party poppers disappeared, the firecrackers were finished, and the music was also nearing its end at this moment.

Everything was silent.

The guests instantly retracted their bright smiles, their faces numb. They stood up straight and withdrew from the scene.

The red silk ribbons scattered with the wind, slowly accumulating into spider webs. The main residence returned to how it looked when they first arrived.

The fields were full of vitality, people fetching water, plowing the land, everything returned to normal.

A dead man appeared downstairs at the Mao family residence, dragging his luggage, looking anxiously at the door. Feng Liping rushed to the door with a big bag of fruit.

"Mom! I don't want the fruit, it's too heavy to carry."

"Oh my, Rongjun, just take it. The ones in the county town aren't as good as the ones grown here, they've all been sprayed with pesticides."

"Don't want, don't want, the car is coming soon, you go back quickly."

Mao Rongjun pushed her away while looking outside. Feng Liping had no choice but to hold the fruit in her arms.

"Alright, alright, when you go to the county town, keep in touch with home often."

"Don't worry about anything else. When you make a name for yourself, Mom will help you find a wife. When you earn money and come back, you won't have to worry about anything!"

"Got it, got it..."

Mao Rongjun muttered. The tricycle finally drove over. The old man was smoking, parked the car at the door.

Mao Rongjun climbed up quickly, didn't even say goodbye, gave the red bills to the old man, then lowered his head to play with his phone, and drove away.

"This child..."

Feng Liping wiped her tears. Although she was used to Mao Rongjun's coldness, looking at his departing back, she was still very reluctant.

She watched for a long while before turning around, remembering she was still stewing soup in the kitchen. She slapped her thigh and ran over quickly, stumbling and accidentally kicking something.

"Ouch!"

Feng Liping lowered her head, saw clearly what was on the ground, and screamed.

"Snake! Snake! Old Mao! There's a snake in the house!" ===== CHAPTER 184 =====