One day in the summer of 2040, a lively wedding in Fengcheng Nancheng attracted the attention of tourists.
That day the sky was filled with sunshine and rain. The sun is shining brightly, and the raindrops are like beads. Under the swaying, the ancient city is more beautiful and fresh.
This is a very classical wedding, attracting many tourists.
¡° Tourists can hardly name some of these rituals, let alone their meanings, which is an eye-opener.
"The groom is out!" someone exclaimed.
"The bride has come out too!" people praised.
"Another bride!" one person exclaimed, and most people were stunned.
Almost everyone¡¯s first reaction is that they are dazzled, but if they look carefully, there is no doubt that they are two brides.
¡° Moreover, the bride does not wear a red hijab, so tourists can easily see the bride¡¯s appearance.
She is a beauty I have never seen before!
"Never seen before" is not enough to describe it. Even the most beautiful woman in everyone's eyes cannot compare to one ten thousandth of these two women.
Someone finally recognized the two women and took a deep breath. One was the most beautiful woman in China, known as the Moon Goddess, Lu Yue, and the other was the most compassionate woman in China, Sun Yu, the God of Medicine. ¸k.
What's happening here?
Two women marrying one husband? !
Envy, jealousy, these emotions are like this crowded place.
When the two ridiculously beautiful bridesmaids appeared, all the spectators entered a "speechless" state.
The two bridesmaids are Hua Xiaoying and Song Jia. A delicate, charming woman who is the absolute protagonist wherever she goes, but she is willing to serve as a foil on this occasion.
This doesn¡¯t allow people to live anymore!
At this moment, Song Jia was standing next to Sun Yuyan. Her clothes were very rich, with gold filigree patterns of phoenixes, but they could not compare with the bride's attire. She was smiling, but the corners of her mouth were slightly turned upward to the right.
Song Jia could not hide her inner depression after all. She was very lost. Ten years later, she had earned tens of billions, which was actually far more than that. She finally had a say in her marriage.
After Song Jia had the right to speak, she wanted to say in turn: Yes, it¡¯s you! I choose you!
Song Jia¡¯s choice is still Fang Sheng, the difference is that she changed from passive to active.
But, unexpectedly, she became the bridesmaid.
Song Jia grew up under Fang Sheng¡¯s voyeurism during her girlhood. She clearly remembers that boy¡¯s innocent yet hot gaze.
That gaze made Song Jia's shyness appear like a girl's shyness, and her pride also turned out like a girl's pride. Song Jia hoped that those eyes would look at her as always, only looking at her. Song Jia was once convinced of this.
But, today, tonight, Fang Sheng's eyes were locked on his two wives. If he wanted to look at her, Song Jia, he could only use the corner of his eye, or the so-called "glancing". When did she, Song Jia, fall to this level? For a moment, Song Jia felt mixed feelings in her heart.
??The night is getting darker, there is a light tapping on the teeth in the distance, and the Fang family¡¯s bed is probably filled with raindrops. Of course, this is just Song Jia's imagination, but with the night of flowers and candles in the wedding room on one side and the lonely cold moonlit night on the other, such an imagination is natural.
Song Jia had nothing to do, so she took a shower and changed clothes in her embroidery building.
The room is still furnished as it was in the past, just like when she was a girl. The atmosphere is lingering and surrounding her. Song Jia, the "roly-poly" who was all-powerful in Haizhou, seems to have returned to the past, and her whole body fell lazily into the barrel.
The water was always warm, with rose petals floating on the surface. Song Jia stirred the water, making a splashing sound. Her expression was a bit resentful, and her mouth was pursed, a bit unwilling.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but Song Jia fell asleep in a daze. In the past ten years, many strings in her body have been too tight, regarding personal love and the struggle for position in the family. Now she needs to relax.
This is her home, the home where she has been recording every detail of her since she was a child.
Next to Song¡¯s house is Zhu¡¯s house, oh, it should be called Fang¡¯s house now. Song Jia couldn't help but smile as she thought of the young man still poking his head in the attic.
Suddenly, Song Jia felt that she heard a strange sound, like the sound of a bat flying in the air.
Wow, Song Jia sat up and turned her head, seeing a figure outside the window.
¡°I was surprised to see that my jade shoulders were exposed, it turned out to be a perfume thief.¡± The man outside the window murmured.
Song Jia's cheeks turned red, and she quickly dived into the warm water in the wooden barrel. The window moved slightly, and she floated in.?.
In the early morning, mist curled up on the Qingjiang River. The fishing boats are quiet, the fishing songs are long, and Fengcheng Nancheng still looks the same. Fengcheng Beicheng is also quiet, but it is a different kind of quiet, the quiet after the carnival. Most of the bars near the river were noisy until about one o'clock in the morning. At this moment, most people were still asleep.
Compared with two years ago, Fengcheng North City has undergone considerable changes. Modern high-rise buildings have risen from the ground, and more streets have been opened up to create pedestrian commercial streets, tourist services, accommodation, and commercial shopping facilities. Everything is available.
Zheng Guowen walked out of his official residence, facing the morning light, in a good mood.
"The past two years can be described as "like divine help" for him. As long as Zheng Guowen has an idea and a plan, someone with money will immediately come over and do their best.
Zheng Guowen has never had such a wonderful feeling. An illusory idea in his mind quickly transformed into a tangible and tangible scene.
Zheng Guowen believes that Fengcheng has entered the "Zheng Guowen Era", and Fengcheng's North City immediately became a noisy construction site. A year later, the appearance has changed, and it is still changing with each passing day.
Development must continue, Zheng Guowen said, and it must be developed in depth, from cities to nearby towns, and from towns to mountainous areas.
Zheng Guowen sometimes feels that there is an extremely powerful force pushing him behind his back. Zheng Guowen was once curious, but quickly ignored it. What he wants is political achievements and nothing else.
As Feng Cheng¡¯s popularity became higher and higher, more and more media mentioned Feng Cheng¡¯s development and mentioned him as a consul in passing. Zheng Guowen felt that his salty fish was about to turn over.
The Feng City on the ground has attracted the attention and attention of people all over the world; in the sky, or to be precise, the Crescent City on the moon also attracts attention. A Feng City and a Crescent City, the earth and the sky echo each other.
Crescent City was revealed by the media, and people marveled that it turned out that preparations for building a self-sufficient ecological city suitable for human habitation on the moon began ten years ago.
For ten years, the construction of Crescent City has been carried out secretly, and now, people suddenly understand that it will not be long before a human settlement city standing on the desolate moon will be completed.
Fengcheng is simple and profound, representing the past.
Crescent City is technological, even sci-fi, and represents the future.
The birth of a small city that can accommodate 5,000 people is a milestone step towards the moon!