There are many things in this world that can be forgotten, but there are also some things that cannot be forgotten.
Yang Xiaowan always felt that she seemed to have forgotten something important, but no matter how much she thought about it, she could not remember it.
During these long years, she has been reminiscing.
Of course, it may not be a long time for her. In her impression, she seems to have been sitting in that luxurious but small wedding room, never feeling the passage of time.
People would come to the wedding room from time to time. Although she didn't know how long the interval between these "frequent times" was, for her, it was just a matter of sitting quietly for a while.
There is no concept of time in the story. Only when someone mentions it one day, will the time in the story pass again, and the forgotten people and things will be remembered again, but it is no longer possible to tell the truth from the false.
Countless nights of wedding flowers and candles.
She calls every man who enters the wedding room an official, with a shy and tender tone, and then kills them with her own hands when everyone is in a daze and the moment the death candle burns out.
She didn't remember how many people she had killed, but she only remembered that every time before the death candle burned out, those people would either tremble and pray, cry and beg for mercy, or run away desperately.
Some people also tried to attack her, but they undoubtedly died faster.
When they learned that their lives would burn out together with the death candle, these people easily believed it. No one thought that the living candle would burn out first, or that they did not dare to think so, as if the death candle
Burning out first is their destiny.
She doesn't like them.
Sometimes she would also think that even if it is a simple fate that can be decided by two candles, no one is willing to try to struggle?
But she was not qualified to laugh at these people.
Because even she herself had never thought that candles could be blown out.
Perhaps because she has been manipulated for so long, she has forgotten how to resist.
Her biggest expectation is that she hopes her luck will be better next time and prays that the candle will burn out first.
If there is one person who is willing to try to resist, then I will let him go, she thought, but she has never met such a person.
Of course the candle can be extinguished, but what about the real fate?
Since everything is fate, what is the meaning of resistance?
This feeling of powerlessness always lingers in her mind, just like the bleak life in her incomplete memory.
Everything is in vain.
Perhaps even the fate arranged by the living and dying candles is used to punish her, so that she will live in a manipulated life forever, so that she will never dare to offend the gods again.
Just take things as they come and obey your fate, maybe this is the right choice.
She thought so until she saw the original death candle being blown out.
And at the moment when the death candle was extinguished, looking at that figure, she suddenly realized that at least in this small wedding room, her fate could be decided by herself.
A very strange feeling suddenly arose in my heart.
She talked a lot with that man. At first, she just wanted to see if this guy who kept talking incomprehensible words and didn't look very smart would be so calm when he faced the fate of death.
.
Unexpectedly, the other party directly blew out the death candle.
Suddenly, that strange feeling originating from the depths of the soul revived.
It was also at this moment that some messy memories suddenly appeared in her mind - she remembered the past, the gods, and the life she had been dominated by.
I also remembered...the cruel fact that I was already dead.
The so-called wife of the gods is nothing more than a caged bird.
After struggling again and again to no avail, she finally chose to compromise.
On her eighteenth birthday, she resolutely accepted her fate in order to allow the remaining people hiding in the Yang Mansion to survive.
Put on your makeup, wedding dress, hijab, walk into the wedding room, and wait for the moment when the so-called god arrives.
It was also at this moment that she heard wedding blessings from everyone in her life for the first time - from her parents, friends, neighbors, and people she didn't know.
Although she only found these sounds harsh, she was not so disgusted anymore. Maybe this was acceptance.
Since you can't get what you want, just follow what they expect.
Everyone is looking forward to, looking forward to the moment when the gods marry her, looking forward to the moment when they follow her and ascend to heaven together.
However, until the end of the day was approaching, the gods did not come to marry her.
All expectations are like a joke.
Her eighteen years of manipulated life seemed like a joke.
But she was happier than ever, because it meant she was free.
She really wanted to lift the hijab, take a good look at the stunned and desperate faces of those people, and then welcome the rest of her life to be controlled by herself.
"Neighboring countries are attacking!"
At that moment, someone shouted.
She suddenly realized that since the gods no longer "favored" her, there was obviously no need for the Yang Mansion to exist, and the neighboring countries would destroy it.
Everyone began to rob Yang's property, and they also muttered words, calling her shameless. They bluntly said that if this bitch hadn't been so promiscuous, the gods wouldn't have given up on this shabby shoe.
Just some foul language.
She sat in the wedding room and listened quietly.
Suddenly, she heard someone suggest that it was a broken shoe anyway, and the brothers didn't know if they could escape from the neighboring country, so why not have some fun together?
So she quietly grasped the knife hidden in her sleeve.
Fortunately, someone stopped them, but what they said chilled her even more.
The man shouted at the top of his lungs, "The king of the neighboring country likes beauty. This woman can be regarded as the god's abandoned wife and a person of status. Why don't we present her as tribute?"
Suddenly, everyone became excited, as excited as when she was twelve years old and everyone saw the miracle in the sky.
Exactly the same.
"Haven't you been praying, saying that you can do anything as long as you don't marry me? That's good, I'll make it happen for you."
Vaguely, she seemed to hear the mocking voice of the evil god, who was cursing her that she would not be free for the rest of her life and would spend the rest of her life under domination.
Everyone naturally agreed, from parents to neighbors, unanimously approved.
Still no one asked her opinion.
"Marry, we will die if you don't," everyone begged.
She thought to herself, okay, since she had already put on her wedding clothes, marrying someone else would be considered a good deed, and in the end, she would save the lives of these annoying people.
My life...maybe this is how it should be.
But if only...if only I could choose for once.
Just do it once, choose a person you like, and only allow him to uncover your hijab. No matter if the other person likes you or not, even if he hates you, just follow him.
At least this is your choice.
But she obviously didn't have this chance.
Perhaps it is another joke of fate. The neighboring army has not arrived for a long time. It is said that it is caught in some kind of turmoil and will kill all targets.
She lost her value again and was scolded by everyone again.
Someone made even more extreme demands.
But this time she was really tired, so she simply took out the knife from her sleeve and slashed her neck calmly and decisively.
And it was at this time that everyone's voices disappeared.
It seemed that as her life passed, others died too.
Is this a punishment from the gods? She thought.
She heard a voice and someone came to her.
She said nothing, but the visitor guessed her thoughts.
"No god punishes me, it's me."
To be continued...