In the dream, today was a sunny day with a breeze. The top of the Hidden Fog Mountain was not surrounded by fog, and the air was unusually clear, almost comparable to the air in the mahogany forest. Thus, one could see very far.
Zhang Zian had seen this kind of thing in some costume movies. In his impression, it was quite boring. It was nothing more than playing music and singing to send the shy newlyweds to the wedding scene. Then the family would eat and drink, and the groom would get drunk. If the groom had a good alcohol tolerance, he could still force himself to enter the bridal chamber, but he would probably end up being shot. If he had a bad alcohol tolerance, the bride could only count the money that night …
At this time, he stood at the top of the mountain and looked down at the wedding procession. It was similar to his impression, but the length of the procession was beyond his imagination. It was really a young lady from a wealthy family. Trailing behind the procession were boxes of dowry pulled by ox-carts. The deep ruts proved that they were not empty boxes.
Everyone in the caravan was dressed in red ribbons, and they looked very happy.
Because he was standing on the mountain, everyone in the procession was like a small black dot in his eyes.
The red sedan in front of the procession, which was heavily guarded by the servants, was particularly eye-catching.
"Hey! There's one less rich woman in this world. "
His face was full of envy, and his heart was even more envious. Just by looking at the number of people, he knew that the bride was definitely rich, and the groom would probably struggle less for 20 years because of this …
It was somewhat strange that although many people in today's society were proud of retro weddings, and there were many newlyweds who held old-fashioned weddings, was it necessary to make it so realistic? Even ox-carts, carriages, and donkey carts were on board, but where was the wedding photographer? Was this wedding filmed by a drone?
He looked up at low altitude and did not find the shadow of the drone.
"Well, which local rich second generation or official second generation is marrying a wife?" he asked casually.
Zhuang Xiaodie did not answer.
Still playing riddles with me?
Zhang Zian summarized the current limited information in his mind, and the last word in her sentence suddenly made him think.
"What? What are you talking about? Binhai Town? Where is Binhai Town? "he asked blankly.
She said leisurely, "Binhai Town was renamed Binhai City after liberation in 1949. It was once the provincial capital, and then …"
As a native of Binhai City, Zhang Zian certainly knew a little about the local history and changes. What she said was also what he remembered from the Baidu Encyclopedia of Binhai City.
However, as she had mentioned, Binhai Town had ceased to exist in 1949 and had been upgraded to Binhai City.
He subconsciously moved his gaze in the direction of the convoy. His line of sight grew further and further away, and finally, at the limits of his field of vision … he saw a small, dusty town. Almost all of the buildings were single-story houses, and the few tall buildings were Western buildings, including the churches in the southern part of the city.
The area of the town was about the size of the inner ring of Binhai City. It was surrounded by a circle of low walls that could only defend against beasts and not people. According to the standards of modern society, it was equivalent to a fishing village.
In modern society, Mt. Hidden Fog was a suburb of Binhai City. It was not a suburb, and the bus could reach it directly. However, at present, the area around Mt. Hidden Fog was no different from the wilderness.
The gate of the city was wide open, and a large group of people stood there happily to welcome the bride. After seeing the wedding team from afar, they immediately began to set off firecrackers. In a short period of time, the firecrackers dyed the ground at the gate of the city in a festive red.
The onlookers welcomed them. It was not that they were very hospitable, but that the generous wedding team generously threw copper coins on both sides of the road when they passed by, causing the people to fight for them.
The sea in the distance was sparkling, and groups of wooden fishing boats set sail and paddled out to sea.
Even if Zhang Zian did not want to believe it, he had to face the facts at this time, even if it was an incredible fact.
"This … What year is this?" he asked with a trembling voice.
"About a hundred years ago," she replied.
What the f * ck?
It was earlier than Zhang Zian had expected.
He thought that this woman was getting more and more playful. She actually pulled him into a dream from a hundred years ago, but whose dream was this?
In fact, he vaguely guessed it. Famous once said that Zhuang Xiaodie appeared in its Imagined Landscape, and its Imagined Landscape was based on Old Time Tea's memory, so this should be a dream based on Old Time Tea's memory.
Zhang Zian almost knelt down. This woman was simply playing with his dream, and he had no power to resist.
In front of her, he could only be a masochist …
"This wedding team started from a very far place and traveled thousands of miles all the way. In the middle, they encountered bandits, horses, plagues, and floods. They experienced hardships and dangers … Everyone's face was full of smiles. They were not only happy for the bride, but also happy for themselves. They finally completed the task of sending the bride. After eating and drinking, and receiving a rich reward, they can go home," Zhuang Xiaodie said to herself.
Zhang Zian could imagine that a hundred years ago, when most people would not leave the village where they were born. Few people had seen cars and trains. Coupled with the chaos of war and warlords, it was a miracle that this wedding team was able to safely arrive at Binhai Town.
Although this was a dream, it was infinitely close to reality. This wedding team certainly did not expect that in the Hidden Fog Mountain they had just passed, there was a person standing on the top of the mountain looking at them.
If he pushed a big stone down at this time, they would look up in panic. Maybe they would think that it was a horse that wanted to steal the bride, and then there would be chaos. They had clearly inquired that the Hidden Fog Mountain was a barren mountain. Only woodcutters occasionally went up to the mountain to cut firewood. Where did the horse come from?
Thinking of their panic, Zhang Zian couldn't help but laugh. He was just thinking about it, and he would not put it into action.
He was now in a very complicated mood. Witnessing the vicissitudes of history with his own eyes gave him a great shock, and Zhuang Xiaodie's unknown intentions made him uneasy.
How long was she going to trap him this time?
Last time, with the help of Famous, it was not easy for him to realize that it was a dream. After realizing that it was a dream, it was possible for him to wake up.
This time, he quickly realized that it was not that he had become smarter, but that Zhuang Xiaodie had prepared a new script. If she didn't want him to realize it, there were many ways. First of all, she should put him in a familiar environment. Whether it was the campus he had lived in or the workplace he had worked in, there were too many suitable entry points to deceive him, rather than simply throwing him to the top of a barren mountain a hundred years ago.
He coughed. "Sending a bride is very interesting, but it has nothing to do with me, right? Why don't you tell me what will make you willing to let me wake up this time? "
Zhuang Xiaodie's beautiful eyes turned, and her colorful pupils seemed to stare at him deeply. "Are you sure it has nothing to do with you?"
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