Dragon three said: "But he didn't choose to paint pear clothes on the river full of lotus flowers and dense fog." When did Fei Ming choose to paint pear-shaped clothes?

When he dreamed before, he dreamed that he was married and the bride was a pear flower skirt. Then he saw Nuo Nuo's earrings and ran away.

At the beginning of the ninth act, the original text:

Ricardo Milu trudged in the warm river, and the water surface was covered with dense fog. The lotus drifted from upstream to downstream, like a rootless duckweed.

The river is not deep, the water is clear, and the bottom of the river is full of rounded pebbles. It's comfortable to step barefoot on pebbles, and you can see small fish swimming around your ankles when you look down. He doesn't know where it is, but it doesn't look like a strange place. He has been here in my memory, but when has he been to this remote and Zen place? I can't figure it out.

Short but melodious music came from the other side of the river, and the piano, violin and cello complemented each other. Ricardo M. Lu knew that this was an audition before the performance, and it sounded like an open-air concert was about to begin. He quickened his pace and walked to the other side, suddenly remembering that he had come to attend a grand party. He saw his own shadow in the river, wearing a simple and strange white dress with a strong belt. This dress may be designed to bind a person. How can he wear this dress? How can I go to the concert in this dress? He was a little worried, but he had to set foot on the other side. In front of us are lush green grass, yellow flowers are blooming in the grass, swaying in the wind, girls are running and playing on the grass, their wide white robes can't cover the attractive curves, their hair is as bright as gold or platinum, and their skin is as proud as ice and snow.

Ricardo Milu felt a little ashamed in front of them.

When a girl saw him, she exclaimed in surprise, "Here comes the groom! The groom is here! "

They all ran to Ricardo Milu, surrounded him, and spoke to him in a language he had never heard before, but strangely enough, Ricardo Milu could understand them, and they gave their blessings to Ricardo Milu.

Only one girl didn't come near. She is still standing in the thick fog, and her long hair is fluttering in the wind. Ricardo Milu couldn't see her face clearly, but he knew she was looking at herself through the thick fog.

The girls put Ricardo Milu on a red ribbon with a gold and silver medal pinned on it. Against the ribbon, his strange white dress looks decent, just like a general's uniform. The girls combed his hair, dressed him in dark and shiny leather shoes, and tied his belt with osmanthus branches last month. He was painted and handed to the mirror, and the person in the mirror felt a bit like a knife-shaped eyebrow.

The wind was very strong, and the thick fog ran away along the girl's clothes pleats in the fog. Dark red long hair rolled in the wind, white long skirt rolled in the wind, revealing straight and delicate legs, wearing white high-heeled sheepskin ankle boots and gold chains, and wind chimes jingled in the wind.

The simple white veil covered the girl's face, but Ricardo Milu recognized her. That is a painted pear flower dress. They bought those booties and anklets together in a famous shop in Nanqingshan. Against the background of wedding dress and veil, the painted pear flower dress becomes more and more like a beautiful doll.

Ricardo Milu seems to remember that he came here to attend his wedding.

The girls crowded around him, came to the clothes painted with pear flowers, sang and danced around them, threw petals, and the symphony orchestra that I didn't know where to hide began to play Wagner's "Wedding March", which started like a king's wedding.

Ricardo Milu carefully reached out and put his hand with white lace gloves on the pear clothes and put it in his palm.

The fog began to lift and buildings appeared around them. Chalky tall buildings surrounded them, and small windows looked down at them like rows of eyes. The wind speed is very high in the high sky, and the dark clouds are changing rapidly, but the wind is blocked by the surrounding tall buildings, and this small lawn is warm. The girls surrounded him, painted pear clothes and came to the flower door made of laurel branches, where the priest in white robe waited. There is a table in front of the flower gate as an altar, which is actually an orthodox wedding. There is a sacred gospel, two wedding crowns, a glass of red wine and two lighted candles on the altar. The priest put a gold wedding ring and a silver wedding ring at both ends of the altar, so that Ricardo Milu and the dress painted with pear flowers stood at both ends of the altar.

When the music was temporarily low, the priest drew three crosses on the heads of the bride and groom and handed them to Ricardo M Lu and Li Yi, each of whom lit a candle.

The assistant priest beside the altar said in a poetic voice, "Jun Zai, please bless."

The priest also said in a poetic voice, "Praise the God who will always belong to us. From today to forever, the world will never end."

The girls and musicians said in unison, "Amen."

The assistant priest said, "Let's pray to the Lord quietly."

Everyone said in unison, "Please have mercy."

Don't say Ricardo Milu has never seen an orthodox wedding or even been to a church, but now he recites these ancient statutes with everyone, but it seems that he knows them by heart.

His heart is peaceful and happy. This feeling is very good. The beautiful girl across the street belongs to you. You are about to read her the oath according to the prescribed procedure. You put a ring on her ring finger, and your wedding was witnessed by all your relatives and friends.

The priest took the gold ring from the plate and used it to draw three crosses on Ricardo M. Lu's forehead. A clear voice asked, "Ricardo Milu, will you accept Uesugi Erii as your lawfully wedded wife, and do your best to love her and cherish her for life?"

"I do." Ricardo Milu said.

"Uesugi Erii, will you accept Ricardo M. Lu as your lawfully wedded husband, and do your best to love and cherish him all your life?" The priest put a silver ring in his pear coat.

"I do." Painted pear clothes said.

"So now you can exchange rings."

Ricardo Milu has a ring in one hand and a soft hand painted with pear flowers in the other. It's a soft and warm little hand, so warm that people won't let go once they hold it. Just as Ricardo Milu was about to put the ring on the ring finger of pear flower clothes, the priest suddenly asked a strange question.

"Are you sure?" The priest asked.

Ricardo Milu suddenly found that he couldn't see the priest's face clearly from beginning to end. The fog on the lawn had dispersed, but there was still fog around the priest. The man who had been standing in the fog asked him softly, "Are you sure?"

"am I sure?" Ricardo Milu just asked himself.

Damn it, why did he suddenly come to the wedding? Or your own wedding? He suddenly realized that this was a ridiculous thing. He never pursued painting pear clothes as a girl. That's a monster. He is the guardian of this monster, but why did their relationship suddenly become like this? He can't remember the cause and effect, and he thinks it's ridiculous and natural. He stood among his relatives and friends, surrounded by blessed eyes, and the beautiful girl was willing to marry him. He has taken the oath … isn't that enough? Why do you ask me? Let me finish this wedding, and I will be happy. Why do you ask my … heart?

My heart is empty, as if knocking on my chest would make a hollow sound.

Obviously, he didn't feel sad, but he knew he was. He obviously wants to put the ring on that slender finger, but he can't move. His body is like a rusty tin man.

He tried and tried. He thought how sad it would be to drag the bride like this and how embarrassed it would be in front of the guests. There was a stir among the guests, especially the girls, who were bridesmaids. The bridesmaids suddenly realized and said, "That's right! Forgot! And burn the puppet to death! "

They lit torches with joy, ran past Ricardo Milu and those clothes painted with pear flowers, posed in robes, and showed dazzling legs like flocks of deer. They ran down the concrete door of the church and climbed the winding stairs to the bell tower. Ricardo Milu looked high, and the wind whirled straight into the sky. The concrete cross that fell on the top of the church emerged from the fog. The doll in a plain white wedding dress was tied to the cross with wire. She is rough, her limbs seem to be broken, and her face is sewn with white linen. Because the hands are too rough, the face looks fragmented.

Do weddings in some places have the meaning of burning puppets to show that they burn demons and pray for good luck? Ricardo Milu looked blankly at the tall puppet doll. He grabbed the hand that painted pear clothes and secretly encouraged himself. Don't be afraid when you burn the puppet doll and continue the wedding ceremony.

The wind blows the veil of the puppet doll, and the silver light jumps in her ear. How can such an ugly puppet have such expensive jewelry hanging in its ear? Ricardo Milu narrowed his eyes to recognize it.

Those are a pair of silver four-leaf clover earrings.

"promise ... promise." This name, which sounds extremely strange, came from Ricardo Milu. He just read it unconsciously, and it sounded like the sound of the beating heart that should be empty.

Painting pear clothes tightly held his hand, but he unconsciously let go of painting pear clothes. The ring fell from his hand and he ran towards the bell tower in a panic. He completely panicked. He was afraid that the girls would just burn the puppet. He was scared to death.

There was a faint sigh behind him, which seemed to be from the priest. Ricardo Milu was suddenly awakened. This is his wedding. He is only one step away from happiness. What should he do about this wedding?

He jerked back and stood in the flames, still wearing a long white dress and high-heeled boots, and the gold chain on his ankle was shining. The veil and white skirt turned into black smoke. In the black smoke, his bride sewed her face with linen and pointed out her dull eyes with an ink pen.

It turned out that his bride was also a puppet, and he let go of her hand, so the puppet lost its life. The world is burning, and he stands at the center of the world.

Ricardo Milu suddenly sat up from the bed, covered in cold sweat. It was a dark night outside the window and it was raining heavily. He woke up from a nightmare in Tokyo in late spring and early summer. The round bed is covered with red gauze curtains and covered with soft duvets.

He suddenly remembered the murder in the long street in the middle of the night With his injury, he should have been lying in the emergency room of the hospital, but now he is lying in the room of his lover's hotel, enjoying the treatment of sleeping for the first time. He has been sleeping in the bathtub for the past few days.